Andy Taylor vs. Zack Ryder (Matt Cardona)

Taylor is the young early 20s versatile pornstar who already has notched up years of experience in the industry. Coming in at 5'7' and 138 lbs he's a quintessential twink. Ryder AKA Cardona is the recently released WWE superstar who has aged like a fine bottle of wine. He's quite the daddy now, but make no mistake, his 6'2" 224 lb body is worthy of worship.

Taylor has never felt so small as he did stepping in the ring to face Ryder. Wearing a wrestling singlet that fit snug on him, Taylor was doing his best not get hard as the lights dimmed and Ryder made his entrance. The pro wrestler enters the ring and seems massive compared to Taylor. His tan muscles, perfectly shaved face, and that smile that makes hearts melt. Taylor is so lost in a trance that when the bell rings, he doesn't hear it and Ryder is charging at him with a boot to the face. Taylor falls backwards hard to the mat. He hurries back up, trying to get back in the game and Ryder is there with a dropkick to knock him down again.
"Fuck," Taylor is humiliated already.
Ryder smirks at him as he marches over to pick the twink back up by the hair. "Come on boy, give me a challenge," he whispers.
Taylor tries to push Ryder back, but the wrestler is so big he barely budges. Taylor switches it up and gives him a back handed slap across the chest, but again Ryder doesn't even flinch. Taylor shakes his head and goes for a punch, but Ryder grabs his wrist before he can strike and shoves him back into the corner turnbuckles. Ryder comes at him but Taylor manages to stick an elbow out, hitting the wrestler. Ryder, stunned, is knocked back a few feet. Taylor hurries on to the middle turnbuckle and leaps for a crossbody, but Ryder catches him. 
"Fuck," Taylor says under his breath. But then he feels Ryder's hand move towards his ass, giving it a healthy squeeze -- or did he just imagine that? It doesn't matter, because Ryder slams him down hard afterwards. 
Taylor tries to roll away but Ryder chases after him and pulls him back up to his feet. He goes to whip Taylor, but Taylor reverses it, sending Ryder into the ropes. Ryder comes rebounding back, seeing Taylor bend over to flip him, but instead Ryder grabs him by the head and hits a facebuster. Taylor flops hard, rolling out of the ring to catch a breath.
The twink wants to cry he's so embarrassed, he's not even putting up a little fight.
"Hey!"
Taylor turns around and sees Ryder there, there's a look in his eyes that says don't feel bad. He reaches at Taylor, but the pornstar kicks him in the gut -- he wasn't expecting that. Taylor grabs Ryder by the back of the head and slaps into the ring edge. Ryder groans in pain, as Taylor pushes his back up against the ring, exposing his ripped body for an assault. Taylor delivers a couple of punches and then a loud chop across the chest that leaves a mark. Ryder lurches forward in pain. Taylor jumps up and hits a frankensteiner, landing on top of Ryder with his crotch in his face. Ryder is surprised by the move, and compromising position, but there's a smile on his face that catches Taylor off guard. Ryder then slaps him across the face, knocking the pornstar off of him. He gets up and rolls back in the ring after the twink. 
As Ryder stands up Taylor comes at him, but Ryder bends down to lift him up and hits a flapjack. Taylor bounces up and towards the ropes, his head and arms resting on the middle one. Ryder runs back and uses the opposite ropes for a boost and comes back and rides Taylor.
"How's that boy?" Ryder says before getting off of him.
Taylor chokes for air, using the ropes to get back up erect. He turns around, still in a daze and Ryder leaps at him, his crotch coming at Taylor's face, hitting a Rough Ryder. The two fall down and Ryder lays his sweaty body on top of him and counts along, "One, Two, Three!"
And with that the wrestler rises to his feet, arms raised -- not at all surprising since it was a squash match. Taylor stares up at him, still in awe -- he swears that Ryder gives him a wink.

Taylor was expecting to see Ryder back in the locker room after his match, but was disappointed when that was not the case. The space was empty, he even looked in the showers -- but no one was there. Taylor must have imagined that spark he felt in the ring with Ryder. He had never been wrong about the feeling before, and now he finds himself lost. So lost that he decides to skip showering. He grabs his gear from his locker and sees a note inside, an address. "Meet me tomorrow at noon." Taylor looks around, no one is there -- maybe he there was something there between the two of them.
The day could not pass fast enough, but once it was "tomorrow" Taylor wastes no time and heads out to his destination, arriving a good twenty minutes early.
The house is massive, but it fits in with the southern Florida neighborhood. He spots an open gate to the backyard and follows the path in. Oddly, he's not nervous -- even though he's meeting a dream of a man at his house that he's never been to before. Once in the backyard his eyes go straight to Ryder, working out by the pool with a nice glistening layer of sweat over his body. Fuck he looks like a stud. Ryder looks up at Taylor and sees the twink in his nice little speedo and smiles. 
Ryder sets down the weights and takes off his headphones, "You came."
"Well I hope to..." Taylor says, playing on Ryder's words.
Ryder chuckles, appreciating the directness. Taylor can see through Ryder's "Still Here" trunks that his mere presence has already caused the wrestler to be aroused. Ryder approaches him, Taylor can smell his husky sweat. "Let me see if I can help you with that then," Ryder says before planting his lips on Taylor's. Ryder is surprised that Taylor kisses with such confidence, being so young and all. He forgets that he's far from Taylor's first, but he knows the cute little boy hasn't had a daddy like him -- or so he'd like to think.
He puts his hands on the back of Taylor's head and pushes him down, guiding him towards his crotch. Taylor looks up devilishly as he tugs Ryder's trunks down, letting them fall to his ankles, and out shoots his erect dick, even bigger than the bulge suggested. Taylor strokes Ryder's dick, then kisses the head, teasing Ryder, who taps his feet in anticipation. 
"Ahhh, suck my dick," Ryder moans.
Taylor works the head some more, darting the tip of his tongue at the slit. He then moves on, kissing up and down the shaft. Ryder's feet tap even faster, impatience growing. Taylor then finally opens wide and takes it in. Ryder's dick slams down his throat, making the porn expert gag, pushing himself off the dick. He takes a breath and goes at it again, just taking a little more than the head in and squeezing around it as he twists his head. 
"Ohhh," Ryder puts his hands on Taylor's shoulders, indicating that what Taylor was doing was working.
The wrestler gently rocks back and forth, fucking his dick in the pornstar's mouth, getting further each time. Taylor's ready for it, hungry for it even, as if he's trying to make up for his initial gag. Ryder holds Taylor's head steady and skull fucks him, it's so intense that Ryder eventually has to step back, not wanting to cum so soon -- unbelievable as it is that he could cum after a couple minutes of a blow job.
"How'd you like that cock?" Ryder asks.
"So good," Taylor says standing up so he can look Ryder in the eyes. "So fucking good."
As Ryder kisses the twink, his hands go down his back ending at his soft, round ass.
"So fucking good?" Ryder asks.
"Uh huh," Taylor says before nipping at Ryder's bottom lip again.
Ryder kisses him back, "Let me see that ass..."
Taylor gets on the sun chair on his hands and knees, ass proudly popped out for Ryder. Ryder admires it, slapping it, testing it out. He then goes in kissing down between the cheeks making a trail to the hole. He sees it pulsing, ready for a dick. Ryder licks around it, before going full on and sucking.
"Uhhh, Zack Daddy," Taylor moans. "Yessss..."
Ryder flicks his tongue on the edge of the hole, sending shivers through Taylor's body. Then he spits in it, watching his saliva drip out a bit before going in and lapping it up.
"Oh Zaddy," Taylor sighs.
Ryder eats his hole out some more. Taylor's surprised that Ryder's taking his time and not just jumping into fucking. The wrestler isn't interested in just pleasuring him, but seems to be worshiping the ass, taking in its beauty. Taylor's sighs only encourage him take his time worshipping him, such a young stud that Ryder wants to play with.
"Are you ready for Daddy?" he says once he finally finishes playing with Taylor's hole.
"Fuck me, Zaddy," Taylor begs.
Ryder stands back up and puts his hands on Taylor's lower back as he slides his cock in him.
"Ahhh..." Taylor moans softly, "Ahhh..."
"That's my boy," Ryder says under his breath. "Take it." 
"Ahh fuck, Mmmm..." Taylor whimpers.
"Yeah, who's your daddy?" Ryder barks, as his dick slams back into the twink.
"Mmm... you are," Taylor replies between moans.
Ryder slaps the left ass cheek and then follows it up with a slap to the right. The twink shows no reaction, just more whining from the dick he's getting.
Ryder leans in over him, kissing the back of his neck. 
"Ahhh, Daddy yes..." Taylor gasps.
Ryder humps him methodically, holding his dick in an extra second before pulling out and thrusting again. The move sends sparks through Taylor's body, who can't contain his moaning pleasure. 
"Ahh fuck," Taylor's whines come out higher pitched. 
He twerks his ass back on Ryder's dick as it enters him, working that hole.
"Mmmm..." Ryder trembles.
Taylor keeps working the cock, rubbing backwards into it, twisting it around inside him. Ryder sighs, it's like Taylor can read his mind, knowing exactly how to move. The way Taylor grinds up on him Ryder can only think one thing, and asks, "Oh you want to ride Daddy, do you boy?"
"Fuck yes," Taylor begs.
Ryder goes to the edge of the pool and sits down, his feet in the water. Taylor follows after him, squatting down with his back to the pool. As Ryder holds him by the waist, he sinks down, breathing softly. He releases a quiet exhale as he feels Ryder's dick pierce into him.
"Ahhh, Zaddy..."
Ryder stares at his brown eyes as the pornstar holds the dick inside him. Ryder lifts him back up and bounces him back down. Taylor places his arms over Ryder's shoulders as he enjoys the bumpy ride.
"Ahhhh yesss..." Taylor's voice vibrates as he bounces up and down.
Ryder keeps him riding fast, closing his eyes to savor the other senses. The twink's tight ass grips around his cock nicely. He cups his hands around the ass cheeks, as he relinquishes control back to Taylor. Taylor squeezes Ryder's shoulders and grinds on the dick before pushing himself up and down on it. 
"Fuck yeah," Ryder sighs as his balls smash into Taylor's ass.
"Zaddy, yes," Taylor whines.
Ryder opens his eyes again, looking at the blissful smile on Taylor's face -- one that matches his very own. They kiss as Taylor slows his bouncing to a sensual rocking. Ryder's legs twitch as he feels like he's getting closer. But it's still too soon. He wraps his arms around Taylor and stands up, holding him in a bear hug. 
"Mmm..." Taylor moans as Ryder fucks him in the air. "Yes, Daddy..."
Ryder kisses the twink again muffling his moans so he can hear the pornstar's ass cheeks slap together in rhythm. Even though he got most of his workout done, Ryder shows no signs of exhaustion, holding the pornstar tight. He turns them back toward the sun chair and sets the twink down on his back.
"Ah yes, fuck me," Taylor moans as Ryder holds his legs apart and slides his dick back in him.
Taylor's hands feel up Ryder's abs to his chest, pinching his pecs. Ryder thrusts long, deep strokes, hitting Taylor so hard the chair wobbles. Ryder only grunts with his movements, like he's working out, while Taylor moans and whines with every sensation that rips thorough his body.
"Ahhh Daddy, yes..."
Taylor can feel his pleasure building as Ryder's movements hit his prostate again and again. His moans get even higher, more drawn out. Ryder replies with furious grunts, squeezing on Taylor's thighs as he does his best to hold him in place.
"Zaddy, fuck," Taylor strokes his cock. "I'm gonna cum..."
"Cum for me, baby," Ryder says. "Cum for Daddy."
Ryder keeps thrusting, his eyes focused on Taylor's cock. The twink doesn't even have to stroke it and then the first initial load shoots out on his chest. 
"Ahhh," Taylor moans as an electric spasm runs through him.
Ryder keeps plowing, not easing up on the intensity. Taylor holds his dick straight up and a second load spews out, getting on Ryder's stomach as well as Taylor's. 
"Fuck yeah..." Taylor gasps.
Ryder slows down his fucking, admiring his work. Taylor plays with the cum in his fingers, spreading it around Ryder's abs.
 "Whooo," Ryder pauses to catch his breath, his dick finally sliding out of Taylor. 
The pornstar stands up and kisses Ryder. "Thank you Daddy," he says before kissing him again.

Ryder holds Taylor back, "Now make me cum."
Taylor's eyes light up and he drops to his knees, inhaling the cock.
"Whoa whoa whoa," Ryder pushes Taylor off of him. "That's not what I meant."
Taylor stands back up, confused.
"It's your turn to fuck Daddy," Ryder explains.
"But, I already-- my dick," Taylor looks down at his soft dick.
"Let Daddy take care of that," Ryder says with a grin.
The wrestler now drops to his knees and opens up, swallowing the cock in his mouth. Taylor gasps with delight, giggling from Ryder's beard tickling the inside of his thighs. 
"Mmm..." Ryder moans with the mouthful of dick.
Taylor can't help but stare as Ryders slurp the dick out of his mouth, and how he's enjoying every second of it. Taylor playfully slaps the dick on Ryder's face, getting slightly harder, before Ryder opens up and takes it back in again. Taylor holds his breath, he can feel himself getting harder, but he doesn't want Ryder to stop. Ryder bobs his head back and forth, each time going back a little bit further as they dick enlarges in his mouth. He finally slurps it out again, licking the head with his tongue.
"Ahhh..." Taylor sighs.
"I think you're ready," Ryder says. 
The wrestler lies down on a towel, face up, legs apart. Taylor, still intimidated by the muscular man, approaches, grabbing Ryder's ankles as he spreads him open. He slides his dick in deep, and the wrestler exhales a deep breath.
"That's it," he says encouragingly, "Fuck me, baby."
Taylor does a bunch of slow short strokes, still adjusting to inside him. The wrestler only smiles, no signs of any pain. Ryder taps his dick against Taylor's stomach, "Don't be so gentle."
Taylor is suddenly pumping with adrenaline and he goes at the hungry wrestler. Ryder could never hide his arousal of having a dick in him, and Taylor's no exception. Taylor slams into him again and again, his eyes scan over every inch of Ryder's gorgeous body.
Ryder groans louder as his thighs tremble. Taylor finds his prostate and he's hitting it time after time. Ryder tilts his head back, staring at the ceiling as he lets out one long gasp.
"You like that Daddy?" Taylor asks.
Ryder tilts his head slightly up to look Taylor in the eyes before giving him an enthusiastic nod. Taylor smiles back proudly, wiping the sweat forming on his brow. 
"Whoo whoo whoo," Ryder moans.
Taylor keeps pumping his cock in him, long, fast strokes. Ryder closes his eyes, he can feel it coming. Taylor can sense this and doesn't let up. Ryder's eyes shoot open as he gasps for air again. And then he holds his cock straight up, mimicking what Taylor did, and his load shoots out like a geyser, splashing on Taylor's stomach and as far up as Ryder's chin.
"Whoooooo..." Ryder finally exclaims.
Taylor slows his fucking down, impressed with what he got out of the wrestler.
"Fuck that finish was hot," Taylor says.
Taylor collapses on top of the wrestler, letting the cum rub against both their bodies as he kisses him once more. Ryder grips the twink's basketball ass cheeks and gives them a squeeze. "Who says we are finished?"
Taylor giggles and kisses him again, "Whatever you say Daddy."

There's no decision here, I'd want Ryder -- Zack Daddy -- all the way.