Ryan Rose vs. MJF

Rose is the versatile 6'3" 205 lb pornstar extraordinaire who returned to action after stepping away for a brief period. MJF is the biggest heel in pro wrestling and stands out with his trademark scarf and delicious bubble butt. He comes in at 5'11" and 216 lb.

Rose stands in the corner of the ring as MJF enters donning a robe. He removes the robe and reveals his beefy body in white trunks. Rose, donning shorts, nods in approval as MJF goes to the top rope to pose for the fans, leaving Rose with a view of his tight ass. The bell rings and the two immediately start circling around. They grapple but MJF takes a cheap shot and kicks Rose in the gut. Rose bends forward in pain, MJF gets him in a headlock, Rose manages to back up and push MJF off of him across the ring, but MJF comes back from the ropes and shoulder blocks him, knocking the pornstar back down on the ring. "You like it down there," MJF smirks.

Rose gets back to his feet but MJF grabs him by the head and slams him back down. "Stay there."

Rose crawls over to the ropes to help himself up, but MJF is on him. He whips Rose into the corner, letting him smack hard into the turnbuckles. MJF follows it up with a spear, knocking the pornstar to the ground in the corner. MJF stands over him, Rose's head practically in his crotch. He picks Rose up by the hair and delivers a punch to the head, knocking him back down. MJF shakes his hand, this is too easy. Rose faces the turnbuckles, on his hands and knees and Rose comes with a kick to the head. Rose falls flat on his back, but MJF isn't done toying with him. He picks up the exhausted pornstar and lifts hi up to the top turnbuckle. He swings his legs over the top ropes, then climbs on the middle turnbuckle, ready to end this match. But Rose uses what energy he has left and slaps MJF across his face. MJF looks at him in shock, but Rose follows it up with another punch and a sledgehammer to his back. He then shoves MJF off and then leaps hitting a frog splash. He hooks his legs for the pin, but MJF immediately punches out.

Both men scramble to their feet, Rose is up first and charges at MJF but MJF gives him an elbow to the face. He then grabs Rose and hits a shoulder breaker. Rose falls to the mat as MJF walks around catching his breath. Rose uses this opportunity to get up and runs at MJF, but MJF spins connecting with a tornado elbow. Rose staggers backwards, dazed. MJF does a back handspring off the ropes and then hits Rose with a cutter. Rose falls so hard that ring shakes, and MJF is quick to slide on top of his sweaty body for the cover. One. Two. Rose punches out. "How?" MJF demands.

MJF turns around and is surprised that Rose is on his feet. He slaps MJF across the face and then blocks MJF's punch. He punches MJF and then bends down and hits a bodyslam and as MJF falls to the mat, Rose leaps up and connects with a body splash. He hooks the leg, but only gets a one-count. MJF hurries to his feet, embarrassed that the amateur had the upper hand even briefly.

MJF picks Rose back up and mocks him as he struggles to remain standing. MJF goes to kick Rose, but Rose snaps to and catches his foot. MJF frees himself with a back flip and then comes at Rose with a poke in the eyes. He goes to grab Rose, but Rose elbows him in the gut. He then jumps up and connects with a dropkick. MJF falls on his back but gets up quickly only for Rose to pull him down and roll him up in a tight package. He holds onto MJF tight, and one-two-three, manages to get the surprise victory. Rose can't believe it and literally jumps up to his feet while MJF stares around in disbelief. What the fuck just happened?


MJF is still upset about his loss, he couldn't fall to sleep. It was the way Rose looked at him afterwards, cocky and arrogant, like it wasn't luck that allowed him to get the victory. So, MJF slides out of bed, puts on his jeans, shirt and scarf, and marches out of his hotel room to find Rose's. He knocks on the door and Rose answers, surprisingly he's wearing clothes, at least underwear briefs. His hair is wet, like he just got out of the shower.

"You're not better than me," MJF says.

"And hello to you," Rose smiles.

"Fuck you," MJF says at Rose's taunting reply.

"If you insist..." Rose says opening the door, inviting him in. MJF is caught off guard, his angry now turned to curiosity. "You coming?"

MJF steps in the dimly lit room, Fuck Rose smells good. "I just want to reiterate, that just because you won the match doesn't mean anything, I'm still better than you."

"Are you?" Rose says stepping up to the wrestler so that their faces are mere centimeters apart. "Prove it."

Rose grabs MJF and kisses him, the wrestler doesn't shy away and grabs the back of Rose's head as they passionately make out. It doesn't take long for MJF's hands to feel their way down and reach into the back of Rose's briefs. He squeezes Rose's ass thinking of how good it'd be to fuck. Then he slides one hand to the front where he rubs Rose's cock through the underwear. Rose returns the favor and strokes MJF's hard cock through his jeans. "Yeah you want that don't you?" MJF whispers in between kisses.

Rose doesn't respond, instead he kisses down MJF's neck and then lifts off the stud's shirt. He kisses his chest, making sure to get each pec. He then goes down and tugs MJF's pants down, revealing the hard thick dick in all its glory. He inhales it immediately making MJF exhale a deep breath that he didn't know he was holding.

Rose slurps the dick out of his mouth watching as the precum drips out. He flicks his tongue to catch it before going back down, letting MJF's dick go down his throat until his bottom lip touches his balls. He slowly pulls back and then goes back down hard on the wrestler, squeezing the shaft with his hand as he swirls his tongue on the head.

"Fuck, yeah," MJF sighs, "You've never had dick this good, have you?"

MJF holds Rose's head still and skull fucks him. MJF turns red as he keeps going, waiting for Rose to tap out, but the pornstar isn't even close to choking. Finally MJF pulls his dick out. He gently whips it across Rose's face, "You ready for more of this dick?"

Rose nods. He stands up and takes off his briefs showing off his fantastic dick that MJF can't take his eyes off of.

"Show me what you've got," Rose grins as he crawls on the bed and arches his back so that his ass out for MJF. MJF stands at the edge of the bed and eagerly slides his cock in and feels Rose's ass grip his cock. "Ahhhh... yeah," Rose moans.

MJF holds his dick in Rose until Rose looks back at him and gives him a nod. MJF slowly pumps his dick in and out of the tight ass, and then speeds up with some intense pounding. Rose smiles the entire time, gripping the bedsheets tightly as MJF hits him in his spot over and over again.

"Uhhhh, uhhh..." Rose sighs louder.

"Yeah, take that cock," MJF sneers as he puts his arms on Rose's shoulders to hold him steady.

He pounds harder, smacking his balls against Rose's cheeks, his hands tracing down Rose's back to his delicious ass.

"Uhh, fuck, yeah..." Rose moans.

MJF reaches under and strokes Rose's hard cock as he continues to pound away. Rose arches his back as he leans up, MJF's dick really is one of the best he's ever had.

"You like that dick don't you?" MJF laughs.

"Uh huh, give it to me," Rose begs as his hands pulls his ass cheeks apart allowing for MJF's cock to glide into his hole over and over again. MJF keeps going leaning down on Rose's back, smelling the sweat before licking it with his tongue.

After a few more minutes MJF pulls out and has Rose roll over on his back, "I want you to watch me as I fuck you," he says.

Rose nods and readily spreads his legs for more. MJF guides his cock back in him hands-free and pulls it out, watching Rose's eyes widen with pleasure.

"More, more, more," Rose begs.

MJF spits on his dick and forces it back in him. Rose breathes heavily as he looks up at MJF thrusting away making the bed shake with his motion.

"Ahh, yeah," MJF sucks in some air, "That's it..."

Rose feels up MJF's stomach to his beefy chest, glistening in sweat. He pinches MJF's nipples, making the wrestler pound him harder.

"OHH OHHH OHH!" Rose screams.

Just when MJF should be pounding faster he instead pulls out. Rose looks at him wondering if something's wrong.

"I don't even need to make you cum for both of us to know that I'm better than you," MJF says.

That fucking tease, Rose thinks. He catches his breath and sits up as MJF pulls up his jeans.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Rose demands.

"I proved my point," Rose says. "You were practically crying for my dick."

"That doesn't mean you're better than me," Rose says. "It just means you're better than everybody who's fucked me." MJF stops zipping up his jeans and tilts his head. "Let me fuck you and then you can be the judge."

MJF drops his jeans back to the ground and steps out of them. "Fine."

Rose smiles, it was that easy? He pulls MJF close to him, his precum rubs against MJF's hard cock as they kiss. Then he spins them around and pushes MJF on to the bed. MJF lays flat on his stomach and Rose leans in kisses down his back to his ass. He licks between the cheeks down to MJF's hole. He kisses it softly and then flicks his tongue, watching as it pulsates, hungry for a cock.

"You gonna fuck me," MJF says impatiently. "OH..."

Rose's tongue slides in him and MJF no longer cares how long it's going to take. He's had many guys fantasize about his ass, but so far, Rose is working it the best.

Rose finishes rimming him and then kneels on the bed. He rubs his dick and then points it down into MJF's ass, piercing into him.

"Ahhhh..." MJF screams with a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Fuck."

"It's okay," Rose says as he gently pulls out.

Rose slides his cock back in and this time there's just a muffled moan as MJF has buried his face into the mattress.

Rose begins his rhythmic thrusting MJF's fat ass proving to be even better than it looked. It just eats his cock up each thrust forward and then spits it out nice and smooth before asking for more. Rose grips the top of his cheeks as he pounds away, MJF quietly whimpering as he goes.

"Yeah, that's it," Rose says as he angles his cock to get at MJF's prostate.

"FUCK!" MJF screams the second Rose hits it.

Rose keeps going as MJF's screams get louder. The wrestler ends up kneeling and Rose pulls him close to his body as he keeps pounding away.

"Now who's better?" he whispers.

MJF keeps grunting not willing to concede anything. Rose takes a step back, still wanting an answer. MJF looks at him, now he's not going to finish either?

"Ride my cock," Rose says settling in a chair.

MJF kneels up on the seat and squats down on Rose's long cock. He squeezes as his ass plunges down on it, Rose rubbing his back as he holds him stable. "Ahh," MJF sighs with the dick completely in him. "Fuckkkk..."

He rides the cock, his body twitching each time it fully goes in, hitting his prostrate. Rose pulls his face to his, nibbling on his lips. MJF begins to move faster, letting the cock barely get halfway out of him before slamming back down. The faster he goes the more his prostrate tingles and finally without warning he cries out as he cums, "Ahhhh yeah..."

The cum shoots out on to Rose's sweaty chest down his abs. Rose keeps thrusting up in MJF, making the wrestler squirm with delight.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm gonna cum," Rose warns.

Rose picks up MJF and keeps fucking him in the air as he carries him back to the bed. MJF falls on the bed and rolls on to his stomach as Rose jerks off and shoots his load on that beefy ass.

"Ahhhhh..." Rose sucks in some air, his body twitching from his climax. "Yeah..."

Rose then puts his dick back in MJF and pounds him some more.

"Who's better now?"

"Ah, fuck..." MJF grunts.

"Say it, say my name..."

"Ryan..." MJF holds his still hard cock and a second load shoots out on to the bed.

"That's right," Rose says, pulling out of the wrestler.

Rose bends down and licks up his cum off of MJF's ass. The wrestler rolls over and the two lay on the bed facing each other.

"Fuck..." MJF sighs.

Rose kisses him once more and then whispers, "Now get the fuck out of my room."

MJF grabs his clothes and hastily puts them on. He may have lost the match and then been proven wrong, but he walked out the room feeling like a winner.

If I had to pick between these two hunks I don't think I could pass up an opportunity to fuck MJF's ass.