DeAngelo Jackson vs. Edris Enofe feat. Malik Blade

Jackson is a porn legend having been in the business for over 15 years and still going strong. The 5'10 pornstar looks like he added some beef this year and the little bit of thickness suits him perfectly along with that fresh haircut. Enofe is the Nigerian WWE superstar who has been heating things up on NXT. The 6'0 stud has a stunning body, a liking for flair with his cape that he wears entering a match, and the talent to have a long career.

Though it's a single match, Enofe comes out to the arena with his partner, Blade, walking a few steps behind. He can't remember when there's been a time where Blade wasn't in his corner. The wrestler enters the ring still wearing his cloak, going to the center of the ring where he looks down and then raises both arms for it to dramatically fall off him revealing his chiseled body. 
Jackson stands in his dark corner, nodding as he counts Enofe's abs. This is why I signed up for this match, he thinks. 
The bell rings and Blade slides out of the ring with Enofe's cape, Jackson wonders is he his assistant or partner? The polo and vest look makes seem like it could either way. When Jackson turns to face his opponent, Enofe is already coming at him, grabbing him in a side headlock. Jackson shoves Enofe off him into the ropes, and when the wrestler runs back, Jackson hits him with a shoulder block with enough force that it takes Enofe down. Jackson then leaps up with a legdrop, but Enofe rolls out of the way. Jackson rubs his ass as he gets up, as Enofe looks to strike again. He lunges at the pornstar, but Jackson's instincts kick in and he grabs him in a wristlock. He twists the wrestler's arm as they circle around the center of the ring.
"Come on Edris!" Blade shouts, smacking the ring in support of his partner.
Enofe slides around Jackson's back wrapping his arms around his waist, but the pornstar twerks his ass backward, shoving him off, and elbows him in the head. Enofe rubs his head hoping it won't bruise, as Jackson kicks Enofe's legs, bringing him down on his knees. He then hits another kick to Enofe's head, knocking him flat on his stomach. Jackson then gets on his back legs and punches Enofe in the middle of back, getting his arms free to grab a hold of. Jackson then falls back putting Enofe in a Mexican surfboard. Enofe yells out in pain. It sounds so sharp that even Blade has to look away. But the wrestler refuses to give up, even as Jackson pulls his head down. 

"Come on Edris, don't give up," Blade cheers from the side.

The only thing Enofe has going for him is he's heavy, and eventually Jackson can't hold him up anymore, and rolls to the side, releasing the hold. He pulls Enofe over and goes for the cover, but Enofe punches out after a one-count.
Jackson pulls Enofe's short hair to get him back up and hits him in the gut. He then lifts him up with a snap suplex. Enofe rubs his back, as he winces in pain. Jackson grabs at him again, but Enofe elbows him. Jackson hits him back and then whips him into the ropes. Enofe rebounds back and ducks a clothesline attempt. He comes off the opposite ropes with a jumping corkscrew elbow, taking Jackson down. As Jackson gets up on one knee Enofe runs at him again, nailing him with a knee strike that plants him on his back. The wrestler hooks Jackson's leg, only now realizing how thick it is, for the pin. One. Two. Jackson raises his shoulder in time.
Enofe springs back to his feet, trying to keep his momentum up. He slaps Jackson with a backhand across the chest, cornering him. He then whips the pornstar across the ring so hard, that Jackson staggers out of the corner turnbuckles in a daze, straight into Enofe's open arms. The wrestler lifts him up and nails him with a spinebuster, planting him in the center of the ring. 
"Yes, you've got this Edris," Blade cheers on.
He then climbs the top turnbuckle, looks at Blade who gives him a nod, and leaps off with a diving splash, smushing the pornstar. He stays on top of Jackson for the pin, but Jackson punches out just in time.

As Jackson slowly stands up Enofe charges at him, leaping over and grabbing him, hitting a reverse slingblade. Jackson rolls over on his back, staring into the arena lights in a daze. Enofe wipes the sweat off his face, takes a breath and then leaps up with a standing moonsault, only Jackson is able to roll away in time. The wrestler lands hard on his stomach. It's so rough even Blade can feel his pain.
"Don't let this stop you," Blade calls out.
But Jackson disagrees. As Enofe slowly gets up on his knees, Jackson punches him in the gut and then puts him in an abdominal stretch. 
"Ahhhh..." the wrestler screams out almost instantly.
Jackson looks at Blade and smiles, How do you like you boy screaming? 
"Let's go Edris!" Blade yells in support.
Jackson presses his elbow on Enofi's side, digging it in as Enofe closes his eyes, still screaming through his pain. Enofi can barely stand up on his own, and then Jackson shoves him off in to the ropes. The wrestler springs back and goes for a crossbody, but Jackson catches him, spins around, and slams him in the center of the ring. Jackson hurries to the corner, climbing up to the top turnbuckle. Like Enofi, he looks to Blade first, and then leaps with a flying moonsault. Blade puts both his hands on his head in disbelief. He can't bear to look as he hears the ref count it out: One. Two. Three!
And with the ringing of the bell Jackson stands up, raising his hand in victory.

It was an affair from the start. Right after their match, the two sweaty hunks returned to the locker room and threw themselves at each other. Their lips wrestled as their hands explored each other's ripped bodies. They stripped each other naked and dashed into the shower, the steamy setting matching their lust for each other. Enofe sucked Jackson off and the pornstar repaid the favor, but because they were still so horny they continued on. Jackson picked up Enofe and carried him back to the locker room, lying him down on his back on the bench. There was no fear in Enofe's eyes of Blade walking in on them, his partner knew he needed space after a loss and Jackson was fulfilling that space. The pornstar fucked him until Enofe came again. And just when the Jackson was about to come Enofe pushed him away, hearing his partner, Malik Blade, calling for him. The two quickly wrapped towels around their waists, hiding their misdeeds as Blade entered the locker room. He gave Enofe a kiss, telling him to hurry up, clueless as to what he nearly walked in on. As Jackson changed Enofe promised him he'd finish what he started and later that night... 

Jackson had his doubts about the wrestler's promise, but still stayed up waiting for him. Sure enough Enofe snuck out bed, careful not to wake Blade, and made his way to Jackson's hotel, picking up right where he left off. He sucked on Jackson's cock, getting it nice and wet and very erect. The wrestler then crawled on top of Jackson, positioning himself just so, and then reached around behind him and aimed the pornstar's dick into his hole. Enofe rode Jackson long and hard, bouncing on the bed like it were trampoline. His own dick flopped around, smacking the pornstar's torso, as he impaled himself on Jackson's cock. He had the biggest grin on his face the entire time, stopping long after Jackson came in him. When it was done the two kissed, not goodbye, but a "see you next time." And next time was the very next day.

It wasn't just the sneaking around that kept them going, though the thrill of the secrecy and risk of being caught did fuel their adrenaline. (Enofe never mentioned Blade -- whether they were having problems or not -- and Jackson never asked. It was like he didn't exist, except for texts Enofe had to return, or cancelling hookups because "something" came up.) But Enofe and Jackson both enjoyed role playing beyond Jackson being the other man, dressing up in costumes and coming with different scenes that would always lead to sex. 

It almost felt like doing porn videos (back when they had costumes and sets) the scenarios they came up with. Jackson would be an injured athlete needing a massage that ended with Enofe humping him right there on the massage table. Or Enofe would don his crown, pretending to be a king and make Jackson bow down to him and then still fuck his bubble butt to his royal submission. Or they'd be springbreakers showing off their swimsuits leading to a poolside flip-flop that left them both wet with cum. The holiday season brought along Santa scenarios where one night Jackson would punish Enofe for being on his naughty list fucking him so hard he lost his voice from screaming, and then the next night Enofe would be santa and reward Jackson for being on his good list with a sensual fuck that had him moaning long after he came. 

But Jackson's favorite role playing with Enofe had the wrestler wearing his cape to bed -- and nothing else. Sometimes he'd be a superhero, other times just a flamboyant celebrity, but every time he'd fling the cape over his shoulders, revealing his ripped abs, demanding Jackson worship his body. It wasn't really role playing when it came to Jackson worshipping his body, rubbing those muscles, massaging his shoulders, and stroking his dick. And then when Jackson began sucking on him, Enofe wrapped his cape around Jackson's head, a variation of being blindfolded. And when Enofe's dick was wet enough pushed Jackson away, ordering him back on his hands and knees, back arched. And then he pounded away at the pornstar with powerful strokes. He pulled out halfway before pumping his dick back in, still a good enough stroke that had Jackson moaning. Jackson had never felt his prostate nailed like that before, so precise, so intense. He had trouble keeping his eyes open from it. And then Enofe concluded by fucking the pornstar missionary. He loved the look on Enofe's face each time he penetrated him. And when he sped up he cloaked them under his cape, leaning in to kiss Jackson. He kept their lips pressed together as he filled Jackson's hole with his cum.

Enofe's favorite roleplaying had Jackson as an Egyptian pharaoh, wearing a headdress, gold cuffs, and a white skirt. The scenario had Enofe stroking Jackson's cock, awakening him from several thousand years of slumber. He gave Jackson a nice blowjo, getting him to sit up, still adjusting to being awake. Then he sat on the pornstar's lap and rode that cock, welcoming the pharaoh into the 21st century with his body. Jackson couldn't keep his hands off Enofe as he bounced up and down on his cock being a good power bottom. But now awaken, aroused, and in control, Jackson then wrestled Enofe flat on his stomach, where he then got on top of him. The pornstar humped him hard, pumping his royal cock into him, making Enofe submit to the pleasure. Enofe's prostate had never been so abused before and the wrestler orgasmed multiple times before Jackson finally pulled out. He came on the wrestler's ass and then cream pied him, making Enofe beg for him to not stop.

Jackson was surprised when Valentine's day showed up and Enofe called him over for another fun night together. He had assumed that Blade and Enofe would do something on what is supposed to be the most romantic day of the year, but he wasn't one to question or ask, and instead agreed to head on over that night.

Jackson wasn't wrong though. Enofe and Blade were supposed to spend Valetine's together, but then Blade had a quick trip out of town and was unable to book a flight back til the 15th. Enofe hadn't objected and said they'd celebrate later. Any disappointment he felt over his lover being away on the special day was buried beneath all the ideas he had for what he and Jackson could do. 

The wrestler decided to go traditional, roses, candles, and a silk, red robe. When everything was set he began to pace, and only then did he realize he was actually nervous. Why? Maybe he really did want to impress Jackson? Then he heard the doorknob twisting and races to the entrance. For some reason he thought it was Jackson even though he hadn't given the pornstar a key to his place (what they were doing was risky enough.) But when the door opened and it was actually Blade, Enofe's face could barely hide his disappointment.

"Surprise!" Blade jumps on Enofe with a big hug. "Wait. What's all this? Did you know I was coming back early?"

"Uh... yeah..." Enofe says. 

Enofe realizes Jackson is on his way, and all he wants to do is grab his phone and text him "abort," but he left his phone in the bedroom and running away from Blade for it would reveal everything.

"Look at this," Blade comments on the candles and flowers. "Babe, you shouldn't have." He gives Enofe a sweet peck on the lips, brushing his hands across his silk robe. "Well this is nice, I'm gonna have to borrow it sometime."

Enofe tries to snap back into loving, faithful partner mode. "Come on, let's get you nice comfy."

He pulls off Blade's polo, revealing his lean, chiseled body. 

"I can't believe you did all this for me," Blade says, still taking it all in.

There's a knock on the door. That's Jackson.

"Who's that?"

"Um, well actually I have another surprise for you..." Enofe says as a plan forms in his mind.

"Really? I'm the luckiest man alive."
Enofe goes to the door and opens it just a tad, seeing that it is indeed Jackson, but he's dressed like a cupid with wings and a skimmy white bikini bottom.
"Change of plans," Enofe whispers. "Just go with it."
Jackson can tell something is wrong, and when Blade pulls the door open saying, "Let me see," he realizes what it is.
"What? Who is this?" Blade sounds a bit confused.
"I uh hired a dancer for tonight."
Blade looks Jackson up and down, clearly impressed with what he sees, but still seems confused. "Oh..."
Jackson steps in from the cool outdoors, trying not to show his embarrassment. The last thing he needs is to be caught up in some drama, on Valentine's day no less.
"So is he going to dance?" Blade asks.
Jackson tries to hide his rage at Enofe. Now he's going to have to come up with some dance right there on the spot?
"Or is he not a dancer?" Blade looks like he's figuring some things out.
"Well... I mean... he can be MORE than a dancer if you want..."
Blade tilts his head. Did he just hear his partner say what he thought he said? He did.
"So for our Valentine's Day you thought we should have a threesome?"
Enofe thinks carefully, how responds could end their relationship, which despite his cheating ways, is not something he wants to happen.
"I thought maybe we could spice things up a bit?"
There's truth in what Enofe says. Their sex, while good, was very basic. No role playing. No scenarios. Not a whole lot variety.
"Okay..." Blade nods, he knows it's true. "Well, let's get started. If you're paying him by the hour let's get our money's worth."

And with that Blade unbuckles his belt, dropping his pants to his ankles, revealing his semihard. Jackson grabs his jaw roughly, no longer playing Cupid, tongue slipping down his throat. Enofe looks on jealous, but aroused. Blade then breaks away and motions for Enofe to come over and have a turn. The wrestler approaches his cupid and kisses him, finding it hard to focus when his lover is watching, something he had tried to prevent him from ever seeing. Jackson puts his hands on Enofe's chest and then pushes back his robe, letting it drop to the floor so that both the wrestlers are now naked.

Blade pulls Enofe back over, kissing him as he presses their bodies together. Enofe tries to focus, to get out of his head, knowing the weirder he acts the more likely Blade will catch on. He then picks up his lover and carries him into the bedroom, setting him on the bed as Jackson follows them.

"Oh Edris," Blade moans.
Blade lies with his head in his hands and spreads his legs open, motioning for Jackson to step up to fuck him. Damn, Jackson thinks, he really wants to get his money's worth. Jackson looks at Enofe to make sure he's okay with it, and Enofe begrudgingly nods.
Jackson still freezes, so Enofe gets behind him and strips his bikini bottom off, freeing his erect dick. "It's okay..." he whispers in Jackson's ear as he lubes the pornstar's cock.
Jackson slaps his dick on Blade's hole playfully and then slowly pushes in.
"Ohhhhh..." Blade cries as Jackson fills him up.
Jackson begins with a slow and sensual rhythm, matching the R&B music Enofe has turned on. Blade motions for Enofe to kneel over his face to suck his cock. Enofe dangles his dick for his lover, trying to keep his eyes on him, but Jackson's sexy cupid costume keeps luring them away.
"Mmm..." Blade moans through the mouthful.
That draws Enofe's eyes back to him. All he wants to do is stop hearing his lover's hoarse moans, so he stuff his dick deep down his throat, almost like he wants to choke him with it. But Blade likes having both his holes filled to the brim, and while his eyes tear up, he maintains his composure. 
"There," Blade spits his dick out panting, "You're wet now. Fuck him."
Enofe climbs off the bed, fearing that if he doesn't obey Blade's commands that somehow him and Jackson will be exposed. He stands behind Jackson and unclips his wings, as the pornstar gyrates in Blade. Now with a clear view of Jackson's body he slides his dick between Jackson's plump cheeks and into him.
"Ahhhh..." Jackson sighs. "Yes..."
Enofe takes control fucking Jackson hard, each penetration jolts him forward into Blade. Jackson trembles and shudders as Enofe keeps working him up, but just as he gets going, Enofe pulls out. He kisses Jackson on his neck and whispers into his ear, "Thank you so much for doing this," and then shoves his dick back in, fucking him a few more times before pulling out again. Every time he fucks Jackson he can feel the pornstar fuck Blade and it makes him want to stop. But he knows he can't, so it results in this tug of war.
The pleasure rolls over Jackson in waves, never fully breaking and letting him find release. He doesn’t know how much more of this delicious torture he can stand before just absolutely losing his mind.
"Edris," Blade calls out. 
Just as Enofe is working up a nice rhythm, his partner calling his name makes him stop. Guilt creeps up Enofe's back.
"Edris, switch with me, you gotta get some of this dick."

And with that Blade hops off the bed and pulls his lover to take his position. 

"He knows exactly where to hit," Blade says before kissing Enofe. 

Enofe gets on the bed. He can't bear to look at Jackson with Blade around so he gets on his knees and elbows, arching his ass up. Jackson smiles at the twitching hole and then bends over to lick a strip across it.
"Ohhh..." the tongue catches Enofe off guard.
Jackson eats him out briefly and then climbs on the bed mounting the wrestler. 
"Fuck..." Enofe grunts as Jackson's length disappears into him.
"Fuck..." Blade says in awe of watching it happen.
Jackson squeezes Enofe's back as he drills into him hard, like he knows the wrestler likes it. He goes so hard that Enofe's chest is pressed against the bed, his legs shaking. Blade stands to the side enjoying the show, stroking off with one hand and twerking his nipple with other. 
"Yeah, yeah, yesss..." Enofe shouts over the sound of the bed frame bumping against the wall.
Blade doesn't know what's hotter, seeing Enofe like this or Jackson's beautiful, round ass pumping into him. But the longer it goes, it's almost like Jackson and Enofe are in their own world, the more Blade wants to participate. He hops on the bed and gets behind Jackson. When Jackson's hips snap forward Blade pushes his cock into Jackson's hole. The pornstar doesn't react, adjusting to the cock quickly. He then thrusts back and forth, power bottoming Blade as he power tops Enofe. He wiggles his ass so hard that Blade nearly falls over. 
"Fuck man..." Blade can't believe Jackson's rhythm.
Enofe doesn't know what's happening, he can sense Blade is on the bed with the extra weight, but it's not affecting Jackson's stroke game so he doesn't care. All he does is close his eyes, picturing Jackson's balls as they slam into his ass and whine out in complete satisfaction, "Mmm, ohhhh, yeah..."

At the very start of pornstar this affair Jackson never wanted to come between the two lovers, and yet here he is, on Valentine's Day no less, literally between the two of them, feeling the best he's ever felt before. Blade's dick is angled just right that he doesn't need to chase an orgasm. It just rides through him like a wave coming to shore.

"Fuck yes," Enofe moans, panting.
"Oh god," Blade's voice is high pitched now, higher than Enofe has ever heard.
Both the wrestler's moans compete over each other as Jackson quietly enjoys his place in between them.
"Ahhh, I'm gonna come..." Blade gasps.
And then surprising both Jackson and Blade, Enofe shouts, "Come in me."
Blade pushes Jackson aside and mounts his lover, a few thrusts until his load fills up Enofe's hole.
"Ahhhh fuck me," Enofe sighs with lust.
Blade is still riding high off his climax and pulls Jackson next to him. He has him squeeze his cock in Enofe with his.
"FUCK..."
Jackson moves his hips forward, getting their dicks to penetrate Enofe. Deep.
"FUCK!" Enofe shouts. They both think he's in pain, but he then yells out, "Don't stop."
Jackson keeps going. Enofe's moans are an incoherent mess, but he's in heaven being double penetrated by both his lovers. Blade is turned on by Enofe's endurance and Jackson's determination, while Jackson is zoned out. He only snaps back to it hearing Enofe crying as he unleashes his load on the bedsheets beneath him.
"Fuck me that was so good," he cries into the bed.
Blade flops down next to his lover and kisses him, trying to calm him down "I love you."
The two look up and see Jackson standing over them jerking his dick. And then his cum rains down on them, splashing their ripped bodies with his seed.
"UGHHHHH..." Jackson grunts, the loudest he's been all night.
Blade slides over so Jackson can lie between the two of them, which he does, still trembling from his orgasm.

"Wow, I kinda don't want this night to end..." Blade thinks out loud.

Enofe turns to his lover and kisses him, sincerely, "Me neither."
"How much longer do we have you for?"
Jackson kisses Enofe and then Davis, "As long as you'd like..."

Either of these hunks would be a treat, but between the two of them I'd pick the porn legend Jackson.