Mark London vs. Riddick Moss

London is a sexy British stud, who years ago starred in a few scenes as Kenzie Madison when he was a twink. Now he's bulked up his 5'9" frame and has numerous homemade clips with pornstars and other hunks. Even better is this versatile hunk seems to have a preference of bottoming. Moss is a former football player turned wrestler, starting off in NXT paired with Sabby. When Sabby was sidelined with an injury, he rebranded with the Riddick Regimen showing off what he does to keep his 6'3" 245 lb body looking its finest.

With Moss and London in the ring, the announcer reminds them that Moss's 24/7 championship is on the line. The two big men circle around, until Moss finally lunges forward, grappling with London. Moss and London fight for control, and finally Moss gives up, shoving the Brit back into the corner against the turnbuckles. He kicks him in the gut and then reaches for him, but London gives him a boot to the face. Moss staggers back, as London sits on the turnbuckles. The pornstar leaps at him, but Moss catches his and hits a fallaway slam. That takes some of the energy London had going for him, as Moss gets up first, kicking at his fallen opponent.
"Come on! Is that all you got?" he taunts?
He picks up London by the head and sits him up in a reverse chin lock. London struggles to breathe, but the wrestler's grip is tight around him. London changes his approach, finding the strength to stand up and spin around to face Moss. The wrestler keeps the hold intact, but London drops down with a jawbreaker, sending Moss stumbling back. Moss tries to strike London as he approaches him, but London blocks it and strikes him in the head. Moss steps back into the ropes, and London grabs him and whips him across the ring. Moss runs back, ducking a clothesline, rebounds off the ropes again, but London connects with a dropkick. London then grabs Moss and shoves him into the corner. He runs at him, leaping for a bodysplash, the contact creates a loud smack that can't not hurt. London takes a minute to collect himself and then charges at Moss, but Moss stands up in time and delivers an elbow to his chin. London falls backward on his knees, reeling from the impact. Moss hurries up the turnbuckle, sitting on the top one, waiting for the pornstar to face him. London scrambles up, but Moss leaps at him, hitting a crossbody. He lays on top of the pornstar, hooking the leg, but London punches out after one.
"Fuck," Moss flips the hair out of his face as he stands back up.
Moss grabs London by the head and then whips him hard into the corner, his back smacking against the turnbuckles. Just as London processes that pain, Moss charges at him hitting a spear, taking all the air out of him. Moss follows it up grabbing London by the head and moving to the middle of the ring where he hits a neckbreaker. He folds the pornstar up for a pin, but London punches out after two.
Moss shakes his head in disbelief. How is this pornstar finding the strength to keep going? Moss grabs him in a headlock, but London spins out of it and pushes the athlete into the ropes. Moss charges back at him, but London leap frogs over him, waiting for him to return, but the wrestler is faster than he thought and hits with a shoulder block, taking the pornstar off of his feet. Moss grabs London's wrist and gets him on to his feet. He holds him in a wrist lock, but London is able to spin around and reverse it. Moss grabs London by the head and throws him face first into the ring. But London bounces back up quick, and ducks a swing from Moss and hits him with a kick to the gut followed by a heel kick to the head. London lifts Moss up, trying to get him into a fireman's carry, but the wrestler is too heavy and elbows him in the back, breaking the hold. He then shoves London between his legs and lifts him up slamming him down with a powerbomb so hard the entire ring shakes. Moss presses his hands on London's chest, holding him down for the pin. One. Two. London manages to punch out in time.
Moss can't believe the pornstar won't give up. He picks London up by the head, but London shoves him back. Moss comes back at him with a slap across the chest. London returns the favor, smacking Moss across his built chest, though it doesn't even leave a mark. Moss lunges at London, but he's ready for him and hits an arm drag takedown. Moss scrambles back up and is greeted with a dropkick to the face. London waits for him to get back up and then hits him with a DDT. London slides on top of him, hooking a leg for the pin, but Moss throws his opponent off of him with barely a one count.
London grabs Moss by the hair, getting him to his feet and then taking him to the corner, smashing his head into the turnbuckles. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Moss can barely stand up, so dazed. London climbs to the top rope and leaps at him with a crossbody, connecting this time. He falls on top and pins him, but Moss punches out after two.
London goes back to the turnbuckles, and he leaps up with a flip, but as he lands towards Moss, the wrestler swings up his legs hitting him with two boots to the face. London falls to his knees, holding himself up with the ropes. Moss shakes his head and approaches him, hitting a double axe handle to his back. 
"Ahhh," the Brit screams out in pain.
Moss slings Londons' arm over his shoulder and goes for a suplex, but London slides down behind him and pulls Moss's leg, bringing him down in a roll-up pin. Moss is so caught off guard it takes him a moment to fight back, but it's too late -- DING DING DING! London got the three count! 
"Your winner and new 2/7 Champion, London!"
Moss can't believe what he's hearing. He reaches at London, pulling on his trunks and pulling him down for a roll up pin. One. Two. But London kicks out of it. The pornstar yanks up his trunks and grabs the belt. Moss comes after him, "Give me my belt back!"
London suddenly turns around and smacks Moss in the face with the belt, knocking him back. And with that London takes off, getting as far away from the wrestler as possible, victorious and now a champion.

Moss, furious that he lost his 24/7 title, returns to the hotel with a lot of aggression to let out. And then he sees him, London, with the belt -- Moss's belt -- draped over his shoulder going into the elevator. Moss tries to catch him, but the elevator doors shut too quick. He looks up and sees it stops on the 6th floor. Moss stomps into the next elevator and presses 6.
Now on the 6th floor, Moss doesn't know where to go. He picks a direction, marching down the hotel hallway looking for a sign of London. He hears a door shut behind him. He turns around and heads back, still not sure which one it was. And then he sees a gently swaying "Do Not Disturb" sign on a handle.
"Bingo."
Moss knocks on the door. No response. He knocks again. 
"Read the sign," the voice in the room calls out.
It's him. Moss knocks again. He hears London get up and come over to the door. Unlocks. Opens. And there's London already naked in a towel, ready to shower.
"What do you want--"
Before London can finish Moss tackles him to the ground.
"Give me back my belt," Moss says delivering a series of blows.
London blocks his head, and then Moss rolls him up, causing his towel to fall off. 
"One. Two--"
London pushes the wrestler off oh him, pulling Moss's shirt off in the process. London stands back up, naked, but aware of the situation. Moss only now realizes London is naked.
"You want to put something on?" he asks.
"I'm good mate," London replies.
Moss shrugs his shoulders and then charges at him, but London is ready this time, and flips Moss on to the bed. He then jumps on the wrestler's back, choking his biceps around his neck. Moss can feel the porn star's dick get hard, rubbing up and down his back. The wrestler rolls over, pinning London beneath him, getting him to break his hold. 
"One, two..."
London pushes Moss off of him, pulling his shorts down in the process. Moss says fuck it, and takes his trunks off completely, but in the process London comes at him shoving him face first against the wall.
"You're gonna have to get over it Mate," London says. "You lost."
"No..."
Moss tries to wiggle his way out of it, but his ass ends up just grinding on London's cock.
"Yeah, you want that? I'll give that to you."
London spits on his dick and shoves it deep into the wrestler.
"Ughhhhhh!" Moss screams as a blast of pain comes over him.
"Don't be a bitch," London says, pinning Moss's head to the wall.
The pornstar begins to pound him, that tight hole gripping every inch of his dick. 
"That's it you're mine now, just like your belt."
He hears Moss hiss with each thrust, and can feel him brace each time the dick penetrates him. He kisses him on the side of the neck, "Just breathe, you'll enjoy it soon enough."
Moss exhales, the thought of getting his belt back was still on his mind, but having London inside him and wanting to explore this feeling became his new priority. London slows his fucking and starts circling his hips, a move that shifts Moss's moans from pain to pleasure.
"Ohhh... ohhh... ahhh..."
"That's it," London whispers.
The pornstar keeps things slow as Moss's comfort increases. And soon he can feel the wrestler thrust his ass back on his dick, hungry for more. London rubs his hands down Moss's back to that beefy ass and smacks it, "You ready?"
"Ah, fuck yeah..."
London speeds up his thrusts, pulling on Moss's hair, making him arch his back even more. The wrestler's dick oozes out pre-cum, loving being dominated and feeling London's dick fill him again and again. It didn't take long for the pain to become an addiction, the sound of his ass getting drilled providing a nice beat to their movements. His legs begin to shake, it doesn't matter how much London rubs his back or squeezes his ass.
"Alright," London says easing up. "Seems like you're enjoying this too much."
London steps back. Moss turns around to face him the first time since being fucked, and there's a cocky grin on his face. "I'll show you what I really enjoy."
Moss pushes London on to the bed, flips him over so he's on his hands and knees, doggie position. Moss's dick is unsurprisingly thick, and he slaps it down on London's ass. 
"Show me," London begs.
Moss strokes his dick, rubbing the pre-cum from his head down the shaft. And then he pierces into the pornstar.
"Ohhhh fuck..." London moans, as the warmth from Moss courses through his body.
Moss grips London's ass as he starts to pound at him. The wrestler wastes no time going balls deep into him, dominating him once again. As fun as it was making Moss his bitch, nothing felt better to London than having a bigger man own him. As Moss pushes his dick deep into him, the pornstar gyrates his ass, losing himself in the sensation. Moss flips his hair out of his face and pinches his nipples as London keeps working his ass. He sighs as he watches the pornstar's butt twerk on him, eating his dick up.
"Fuckkk..." Moss quivers.
The wrestler leans in over London and resumes being in control, pounding his dick down into him.
"Ahhh, ahhh," London moans in reply to Moss's grunts.
He can feel Moss's hair graze across his skin, sweat dripping from his body. It made him tingle even more. And then Moss leans back, his hands on London's chest, pulling him up as well. 
"Ohhh, ohhh," London yells, as Moss's hands squeeze his chest. "Uhhh, oh God. Fuck!"
London can't hold himself up and rests back down on his arms as Moss shows no signs of slowing, let alone stopping. He's a fucking athlete with the endurance to last well into the night. Moss pulls London back up and then falls back, so that the pornstar lies on top of him, face up. With the pornstar's body on top of his, Moss thrusts his dick in the hole, feeling the vibrations.
"Awwwww..." London gasps as the dick hits him at this new angle.
London holds his balls to stop them from smacking against Moss, allowing the dick a smooth entry into him. Moss wraps his arms around the pornstar feeling up his beefy body, surprised there's not more sweat. He grunts and groans as he fucks, like it's a workout for him, albeit a very pleasurable one. 
"Fuck, take that dick," Moss barks.
London twerks his ass on the dick, moaning every time his prostate is hit. He loves the way Moss's big hands squeeze and rub his body, admiring the work he's put into it. London jerks his cock, he could cum if he wanted to, but he resists the urge, preferring for it to build up in him. In fact, he knows just what to do to make it last. He sits up, dick still in him, and begins to ride the dick.
"Oh fuck," Moss rubs his face, agreeing with the new position.
London bounces up and down the dick, letting it go deep in him before sliding up the shaft. Moss's dick is so thick, London can feel it stretching his hole -- but it feels so good that it's worth it.
"Look at me," Moss barks.
London tilts his head back, smiling at the wrestler. 
"No, I want you to look at me as you ride that dick."
London spins around the dick to face Moss. The wrestler's face lights up seeing the pornstar take his dick. 
"Fuck, yeah. Ride it."
Moss pinches London's pecs as the pornstar pushes down on the dick. 
"Ahhh," Moss gasps.
The pornstar leans forward and kisses Moss, his lips surprisingly soft. They make out as the fucking continues, something neither men really saw coming, but also neither man objected to.
"Ohhhh... fuck," London whispers, as Moss thrusts up in him. "Fuck, right there."
Moss keeps going, but lying on his back doesn't give him the best range of motion. So Moss sits up and sets London on his back and immediately picks up plowing him. He tosses his hair out of his face, determined to reach a climax. London rests his hands on Moss's thick thighs, rubbing up and down feeling the immense power the athlete possesses. Moss thrusts short, fast strokes into him, feeling a climax on its way. London can sense it too, the way Moss rocks his body into him. He feels up his chest and pinches his pecs, making Moss tremble. That does it.
"AHHHHHH," Moss screams as he breeds London's insides.
He pulls his dick out and strokes it some more and another blast of cum shoots out on to the pornstar.
"Ah, fuck," London sighs as the warm ooze drips down his body.
"Ummmmm..." Moss moans, panting.
Moss then tilts London back and lowers his head. He pulls London's cheeks apart and observes the milky white cum drip out of his hole. And then he leans in and laps it up.
"Ahhh," London moans, his hole still pulsating.
Moss kisses around the hole and then sucks on it, slurping out his cum. While they may have skipped the foreplay, Moss was not going to skip on a chance to rim the pornstar. He continues flicking his tongue in, making London twist and moan in delight.
Once he's satisfied with tasting that ass, Moss collapses on top of London, not caring about rubbing his cum all over him. The two kiss before London rolls them over so that the athlete is on his back. London leans back and slides his dick back in him. With his hole loosened, Moss only grunts with pleasure. The two lock eyes, Moss is all smiles. The pornstar gives him a cocky grin of his own and begins thrusting, knowing it won't take long until he bursts.
"Fuck, fuck, ohhh, fuck," London sighs.
Moss's eyes roll to the back of his head, overwhelmed by the sensation London is delivering. Fuck, didn't he just cum? And now here he was getting nailed thinking about to cumming again? The wrestler strokes his dick as furious as London pounds him. London keeps his eyes on Moss's, not losing sight as the wrestler rocks on the bed, his long hair becoming a disheveled mess.
"That's it don't stop," Moss moans, "Don't stop."
London leans in, getting his dick deep into him. He closes his eyes, feeling his legs buckle, but powers through it. But then a wave rips through his body, he can't hold it any longer and he yells out, "FUCKKKKKK!"
The pornstar whips his dick out and shoots his load on Moss. London breathes heavily as he continues jerking off, shooting the remaining load out. Once the final drop is out of him, London pauses to catch his breath, admiring the buff athlete before him. He leans down and sucks on Moss's nipples, lapping up drops of cum in the process.
"Ahhh," Moss giggles.
Satisfied, London collapses on top of Moss, tired and sweaty. Moss wraps his thick arms around him, cuddling close. They roll on to their sides and then Moss on top of London. "One. Two. Three."
"What?" London asks?
"I pinned you. The belt is mine."
Moss climbs off of him and reclaims the 24/7 belt. London feels embarrassed, having forgotten what Moss came for all along. But Moss reassures him with a kiss, "Don't worry, we can have a rematch. Tomorrow night."

If I had my choice between these two stud I'd go with London, and it's not just because of the British accent.