John Bronco vs. Madcap Moss

Bronco is the 6'0, 231 lb versatile pornstar who has made a splash with his amateur / onlyfans work. The straight bodybuilder recently debuted on Sean Cody early this year. Moss is the 6'3, 245 lb hunk who recently gave up his suspenders and shorts for the simpler, sexier, black trunks.

As soon the as the bell rings Moss charges at Bronco. Bronco puts his hands up to grapple, but Moss overpowers him, pushing him into the corner. When the ref has Moss back away, Bronco springs out of the corner with a back elbow to the head. Moss can't believe he tried to sucker him like that. He comes back with a blow to Bronco's head, then grabbing him around the waist, lifting him up and taking him down. Bronco scrambles away and stands back up, trying to collect his thoughts, but Moss runs at him with a shoulder block, knocking Bronco flat on his back, off his feet. He towers over his opponent flexing with a roar, a threat of what is ahead for Bronco. Nonetheless Bronco rolls over and pushes himself up, facing Moss yet again, showing no signs of intimidation. In fact he lunges first, but Moss has quick reflexes and scoops Bronco up and slams him down in the center of the ring. Bronco yells out, shocked more by Moss's quick moves than from pain. But when Moss springs off the ropes back at him with a kick to the back that changes, his yell is now a cry of painful misery. Moss doesn't give him a chance to wallow, picking the pornstar back up to his feet and throwing him into the ropes. Bronco rebounds, ducking a clothesline attempt. he bounces off the opposite ropes and  leaps at Moss, but the athlete is prepared, opening his arms and catching him, spinning him ninety degrees before slamming him down with a spinebuster. Bronco wails again, now feeling like his spine has been busted, but his cries are soon muffled with Moss covering his body for the pin. One. Two-- Bronco punches out.

Moss takes Bronco's hand and gets him back upright, whipping him into the corner turnbuckles. Again his back smashes against the turnbuckles, getting no chance to recover from all of the previous assaults. Moss charges in at him, hitting a spear. Bronco staggers forward, bent over, before dropping to his hands and knees. Moss turns around and finds the pornstar in the inviting position and takes a moment to appreciate the wiggle in his ass as Bronco tries to crawl away. So juicy and round, it makes Angel Garza's ass look flat in comparison.
Moss waits for Bronco to pull himself up with the ropes before once again charging at him. This time Bronco is prepared, ducking down and getting Moss on his back, flipping him over the ropes to the mats outside the ring. Moss hits them hard, their thin padding provided no cushion to alleviate his fall. Bronco knows this opening is his chance to take control, so it's time to go big. He runs to the other side of the ring, bouncing off the ropes with more momentum and leaps with a plancha, landing on top of Moss, squashing him again into the mats below. 

It takes Bronco a moment to recover from the high risk maneuver, but he's up on his feet before Moss. He pulls Moss's hair to get him upright and slaps him hard across the chest, leaving a red mark on the site of impact. Moss roars out in pain, his body sore from all the hits he's taken now. Seeing the big man weak like this turns Bronco on, so he slaps him again. Moss's hair flings back as he wobbles backward from the impact of the slap. Bronco raises his hand a third time to strike Moss, but Moss catches it, blocking him. Bronco keeps his cool, kicking the wrestler in the gut to get him to release his hand and then jumping up with a dropkick, knocking Moss backwards into the steel stairs to the ring. Bronco hurries over and grabs Moss by his tights, tossing him back in the ring. He quickly rolls after him, hooking the leg for a pin. One. Two. Moss kicks out, making it a very close call.

Bronco stays on him, getting Moss in a headlock, his bicep squeezed around the wrestler's head. Moss turns red, but keeps his cool, he's been under pressure like this many times before. He gets up on one knee, then he's upright. And with what power he has left Moss pushes them back into the ropes, using the bounce to shove Bronco off of him. Bronco runs across the ring and comes back faster than Moss anticipates and hits the wrestler with a shoulder block of his own, knocking Moss on his back. Then Bronco taunts him, flexing both biceps with a cheeky grin. Moss turns red with anger, but Bronco stomps on him, keeping him from getting up and acting out on it until the ref holds him back. As Moss does finally start to get up Bronco returns, bending down and grabbing Moss in a fireman's carry. He then squats down a few times, showing off his strength, before spinning in a circle and flinging the wrestler across the ring like nothing. He slides on top of Moss for the pin, but the angry wrestler punches out just after the one count.

Bronco doesn't let his quick pin fool him, he knows Moss could be finished very easily. He hits him with a couple of kicks and then whips him across the ring. Moss runs back at Bronco and Bronco leaps up for Moss to run under him, but Moss stops under him, getting him in a fireman's carry. He takes Bronco to the center of the ring and hits him with a fallaway slam. Bronco crawls to the ropes, using them to get back up, but Moss is right there, stalking his every move. Bronco elbows Moss in the gut, but the wrestler doesn't flinch. He grabs Bronco and shoves him in the corner, hitting a blow to his head. Bronco staggers out to the other corner, Moss still stalking him. Moss reaches to grab him, but Bronco pokes him in the eye, getting him to back off. Bronco then follows it up with a blow to the head and then whips Moss into the corner across the ring. Moss's back smacks against the turnbuckles so hard he falls on his ass, slumped in the corner. Bronco likes the compromising position and licks his lips -- he knows what he has to do. He sprints across the ring and leaps up, slamming his ass on Moss's chest with a bronco buster. Bouncing on him again and again, stuffing him into the corner. Bronco then steps back and pulls Moss out by his hair. He goes to lift Moss up with in a suplex, but Moss finds the strength to fight back, keeping him from getting him up in the air. Bronco punches Moss in the gut a couple more times and then tries again, getting Moss up and holding him vertical for a few seconds before slamming him down. Bronco jumps up, pumped by that, and looks at Moss helpless on his hands and knees, at a loss for what just happened. 

Bronco comes over to Moss and pulls him, but Moss hits a jawbreaker, making the pornstar stagger back. He then hits a kick to Bronco's gut, leaving the pornstar holding himself bent over in pain. Moss runs to the ropes and bounces back, looking to grab the bent over Bronco, but Bronco lifts Moss up for what seems like will be an atomic drop, but he spins himself and hits a powerful side slam. Moss lays sprawled out, not moving. Bronco crawls between the wrestler's legs and lies on top of him for the pin. One. Two. Three. It's over.

Moss returns to the locker room and finds Bronco showering. He opts to wait it out, too humiliated by his loss to see the pornstar again. But as he paces around, waiting for Bronco to finish, Moss can smell him, his sweat - it's on his body. There's nothing more that he wants now than to wash it all off and be clean. But Bronco is taking his sweet ass time. So Moss gives up and walks into the showers, taking the shower head as far from Bronco as possible.

The warm water feels good, refreshing. He can already sense the stench of Bronco draining down on the floor away from him. As he turns to get his back wet, Moss catches sight of Bronco. His ripped, bodybuilder frame with no tan lines. His juicy ass, looking extra fuckable all wet and shiny. Moss turns away, already getting a bit hard.
"Hey..." 
Moss ignores the voice.
"Um, can you help me out?"
He glances over, startled to see Bronco right there next to him. A little too close.

"Can you help me wash my back?"
Moss turns away, ignoring him hoping that he'll take a clue and go away. Instead he feels Bronco's hands on his back, rubbing down, massaging him. Moss can't help but exhale a pleasurable sigh. He wants to curse for sighing, as he has now seemingly invited Bronco to continue on. Before Moss can protest, he realizes that the pornstar's hands do feel nice, and he's relieving some of the knots in Moss's back. And then he feels something more. Bronco's dick rubbing up against his ass cheeks. Up and down his crack. Moss bites his lips, refusing to let Bronco know what he's doing to him, but the pornstar isn't stupid. His hand snakes around Moss's leg and strokes his semi-hard cock.
"Feels nice, eh?" Bronco whispers in his ear.
Moss turns to face Bronco and Bronco immediately plants his lips on his. The pornstar's tongue slides into Moss's mouth, savoring the taste of the other man. Moss struggles at first, but finally gives up, accepting defeat once again only now in the form of kissing Bronco back. Not only that but his lips traveled away from Bronco's and go down to his neck. Teeth nibbling into the smooth flesh, making Bronco moan loudly. But that's nothing as his lips approach the bodybuilder's chest, pressed against Bronco's pec. The moans and whimpers coming out of the pornstar's mouth are beyond belief as Bronco presses Moss's head into his chest, not wanting him to stop.

To Bronco's surprise and delight, Moss continues going down, squatting now, with Bronco's dick in his face. He strokes Bronco's cock a little harder, his mouth going around the head and sucking on it lightly. Bronco groans and tries to thrust upwards, but Moss quickly pushed his hips back. Moss doesn't need any help when it comes to sucking dick, and if Bronco wants him so badly, he'll let him have his way.
Bronco can't blink as he watches Moss take more and more of his dick into his mouth, moaning as the wrestler's tongue traces over the vein that runs along the underside of it. "God damn it," he sighs.
He doesn't expect Moss to be so good at sucking cock or enthusiastic about it. He figures the wrestler was used to being the one worshipped, having his dick sucked -- or at least that's how he's always fantasized about him. And given how much he resisted Bronco's advances, it's hard not to believe it's a fantasy right now, Moss squatting before him, sucking his dick wildly. And yet Bronco still wants to thrust into his mouth. Make him choke on his cock and then pull out and cum all over his face. A victory move of sorts. But why risk jeopardizing things when Moss is doing such a good job on his own? Instead he settles for threading his fingers through Moss's hair, moaning words of encouragement. Moss continues going like a machine, not slowing down for a breath or to relax his jaw. Even when he suggests they lie down into a 69 position, Moss starts back up quickly, sucking Bronco's dangling dick as the pornstar grips the girthy monster Moss packs.
Despite the enthusiasm he shows, Bronco isn't a big fan of sucking dick. Yes, he does like to be fucked by them, so this is just a part of the process: the better he does getting a dick hard and wet, the better it'll be going in his ass. Moss can't tell any of this from his end, all he feels are Bronco's lips squeezing tightly against his cock, sliding up and down his shaft with vigor.

Moss spits out the pornstar's dick and pulls Bronco closer, angling it right so that ass is in his face. He leans forward and licks a wet stripe across his hole and Bronco gasps with Moss's dick in his mouth. Moss then blows a puff of air against his skin and watches his hole twitch and pucker before diving back in, lapping and sucking at his ass.
"Ohhhh," Bronco moans out, every time Moss thrusts his tongue inside past the twitching ring of muscle. It's not long before those moans turn into choked keening.
"You ready for me to fuck you?" Moss asks, smacking both cheeks with his hands, pushing them together.
"Yeah, fuck me so hard... but not here."

"Not here?" Moss stutters. 
Where then? Back in the locker room. Anywhere further would deplete what they've built up so far. 

Bronco is already on his feet and pulls Moss up, "Follow me."

It feels odd to Moss to be walking back into the empty arena naked. Maybe less weird since he's following Bronco, who marches onward with a confident strut like he owns the place. He assumes it must come from Bronco's sex work, having no second thoughts roaming around naked. 

The two men return to the still lit ring both as horny as they were when they first faced off. "Do what you wish you could have done to me when we were out here before," Bronco says.
Moss likes the way the pornstar thinks and shoves his head down and around so he's bent over, ass facing Moss. The pornstar takes a few steps to the corner, grabbing the top ropes with his hands, back arched, ready for Moss.
"Yeah, that's it," Moss nods. "Hold on tight."
Bronco's eyes flutter closed as he feels Moss slide in and out of him, swallowing hard and trying as hard as he could not to come just from the touch of the athlete. It doesn't take long for Moss to build up a steady rhythm that has Bronco moaning out.
"Ohhhhh..." Bronco moans are long and drawn out making it seem continuous.

Bronco can't help but feel proud to overcome Moss's resistance to now being fucked by him in the ring. He knew that the wrestler would pound him to heaven, but he can't believe how quickly he'd reach it, nailing his prostate with ever stroke.
"AHHHH..." Bronco grits his teeth, letting the sensations rip through him.
Moss can't help but slap that perfectly round ass over and over again as he pounds away at it. Each time he pulls out he leaves his tip in before pushing back in, allowing for a smoother reentry when his hips snap. And each time he pushes in his hands, holding on to Bronco's waist, give him a little squeeze, a warning to brace himself.
"Just like that mmmm..." Bronco acts as though he's taking it all in stride, only wanting more Moss, masking just how weak Moss is making him.
Moss thrusts harder, his hair shaking free from the ponytail, flying everywhere. He notices Bronco's hands squeeze the ropes now, holding on to them tightly to try and remain standing from all of Moss's force. Even as his rhythm falters as his tempo increases, Bronco keeps pushing back wanting more. Soon Moss gives up and just lets the pornstar push back and forth on his cock at his own pace. Soon Bronco is pushing back so hard that Moss nearly falls over. He's tempted to reach out for the ropes to hold himself steady, but manages to gain stability on his own. Instead he uses his hands to pinch his pecs watching Bronco fuck himself over and over again.
"Yeah... fuck yeah," Moss stares down at his cock disappearing between the two cheeks.
He opens his mouth and lets a string of saliva drop down on his cock, timing it perfectly so that it lands on it when it's visible before being eaten up by that ass.
"You like that cock, you want to ride it?" Moss asks.
Bronco crawls forward, letting the dick drop out of his ass and then moves over to the side, freeing the corner up for the wrestler. Moss sits on the middle turnbuckle, almost squatting and then Bronco climbs on his lap, his dick still hard, leaking precum as it presses against Moss's stomach.
"Ohhhhhh..." Bronco moans out as he presses down, feeling Moss's balls rub against his cheeks.
Bronco's smile says it all: Fuck it feels good to be filled like this. He holds the ropes again, this time using them for momentum as he bounces up and down on Moss's lap. Moss seems almost like he's stunned by Bronco, like he were the one being impaled by a dick. And it's true, Moss is mesmerized by the body riding him. He yearns to grab it, feel the muscle, but rightfully fears that releasing his grips on the ropes will cause them to fall forward. 

Bronco leans in to bury his face in his neck. His mouth’s right up against Moss's ear now, and he’s moaning. he brushes Moss's hair out of his face, staring him in the eyes as he gyrates on his lap.
Moss opens his mouth to gasp, but he's so caught off guard no noise comes out. His eyes widen not wanting Bronco to stop. Is this where the "Bronco" name comes from? Soon he can't help himself, releasing the ropes from his hands and cupping Bronco's ass as it swirls around on his dick. Shaking, Moss manages to keeps his balance on the turnbuckle, but when Bronco clenches around his dick yet again it's too much and he loses his balance, the two men falling back out of the corner to the middle of the ring.

Moss rolls on his back, still recovering from what Bronco did to him, but the pornstar is already back up on his feet.
Bronco knows that Moss was a top, that he'll refuse to bottom, but now that he's weakened him with his bubbly ass of his, Moss is putty in his hands. He grabs Moss's legs, pulling them up.
"John, what are you- no..." Moss protests, but as Bronco predicted, he's too weak to fight back.
Bronco presses down on the underside of Moss's hips as he teases the wrestler's entrance with the head of his cock. He pushes down slowly, and a hiss of pain from Moss turns into a moan. The noises from that beautiful mouth go straight to his cock, which is being squeezed by Moss's incredibly tight walls. Being inside him feels better than he had just imagined. "Fucking shit Rid--"
Moss swallows hard. He can't believe how good it feels to have a dick in him. He feels so full, so stretched beyond his limit, but being the athlete that he is, he adapts and adjusts to the conditions easily.
"Fuck me John..."
And so Bronco goes, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back down. He takes extra enjoyment seeing the faces that Moss makes each time he plunges down in him, how his mouth contorts in different shapes as the moans come out. But enough with the teasing. Bronco goes faster, barely pulling back before dropping back down. The big bottom can take it, moaning out for more, faster. Bronco delivers, and not only that he flexes both biceps as he goes, knowing very well Moss is staring up at him. Why not give him a show?

"Uhh uhhh, Johnny, yeah..." Moss cries out.
Bronco remains focused, proud that his plan has come together. Not that it was a sacrifice at all to be fucked by the bodybuilder of a wrestler. But to have him begging for more so quick, that turns out to be a pleasant surprise. Bronco's speed increases, but his grip holding Moss up slips from the sweat. Soon it's too much and Moss falls over, rolling to his side. Before he can roll back into position Bronco keeps him on his stomach and climbs on top of him, guiding his dick back into Moss's stretched hole.

"Ahhh..." Bronco exhales. 

It feels so good to have Moss tight and hot under him in this position. To be on top of the wrestler. To own him. Then he pulls out and slams back in. Moss lets out a punched out moan and Bronco does it again. And again. And again. Driving into him with a relentless methodical pace. Now Moss understands Bronco's power bottoming, as all he wants is more and more cock in him. He doesn't care if his dick is being squashed under all their weight, the pleasure from Bronco overrides all. 
Bronco pins Moss's shoulders down as he humps faster, digging into that ass at a fast pace. He watches as his sweat drips down, sliding down the athlete's back as the ring trembles with each penetration. He losses himself to the constant moaning from Moss, not knowing how long it's been. He only snaps out of it when he hears a whine from Moss. With that Bronco lowers his head and licks down Moss's shoulder, making the wrestler shudder.

"Ahhh... I'm gonna come," Moss warns.
Bronco frees him to roll over on his back, keeping his dick in him still. 

Moss feels his body clenching around the pornstar and his dick jumping in his hand. He wants Bronco to come first, as though it were some sort of victory for Moss - a victory to make up for his loss earlier in the right. But after a couple more deep thrusts Moss is covering both his chest and Bronco's hand with cum.
"UHHHHHH..." he groans out.
The orgasm is so intense he instantly doesn't care about coming first anymore, instead doing what he can to prolong it. Twitching his ass on the dick, trying to make it stretch out.
"Fuck..." Moss's hair fans out on the ring.
He's a mess of sweat and cum, but all he can do is grin delighted. But to Bronco he looks so hot and satisfied after being used. And seeing that smile, the pornstar knows he's not going to last much longer himself. Bronco feels a tingling in his abdomen and soon his orgasm pushes him over the edge as his load spills out on Moss's cum covered body.
"OHHHHH," Bronco's cry echoes throughout the arena.
After ensuring all of his load is spent, Bronco falls down beside Moss. He lies still, his eyes closed and chest heaving as he catches his breath for a long time. So long Moss almost thinks he’s fallen asleep, only realizing he's not when he feels his hand winding its way into his hair, pulling him down for a kiss, soft and slow.
"Why are you smiling like that?" Bronco asks.
Moss realizes he once again smells of Bronco, his sweat, his cum, but the smell no longer reeks of his loss or humiliation, it's the smell of bliss and satisfaction. A reminder of this moment in the ring.
"No reason."

If I was to have my pick between these two bodybuilder beefcakes, I would go with the slightly bigger wrestler and his sexy long hair.