So,
if you've been following my exploits, you can skip down to the heading, Ben Comes to Town. But if you are new
to my life story or want a refresher or just like reading, this first section
is for you!
My name is Cody. I'm two weeks away from being 28-years old, 6'0" tall and weigh 215-lbs. I'm fit, muscular and one hell of a wrestler. Of course, I should be, as I've been doing it for half my life. I like it so much, I started an adult wrestling video company called The Cave with my best friend (since we were 10), Ryan. He's not in this story, but he does impact it.
Cody (me) |
See, I used to be the undefeated star of The Cave. I used to wrestle as The Bat, a superhero wrestler. Sounds great, right? Well, it was. But then I did something, well, multiple things to Ryan, he found out and basically it's been revenge time for the past few weeks. We're still on the outs right now, but I'm working hard to get him back as a friend.
The
only time he'll even talk to me is when I'm getting the shit kicked out of me
for The Cave as the Pink Punk, jobber boy extraordinaire. It's tough, but so
far, so good. Fans love it, but more importantly, Ryan is softening. At first,
he just enjoyed seeing me get pummeled, pounded and fucked in humiliating
matches, but I also can tell that Ryan's seeing that I'm seriously sorry and
willing to let it not be about me. There was a time I wouldn't let a loss be
posted on The Cave. Now, I'm letting him call all the shots and punish me. We
even had a real conversation after my match yesterday, a squash job loss to a
guy called Redbird.
Ben Comes to Town
So,
for as long as it means progress in my relationship with Ryan, I'm the Pink
Punk in The Cave. However, that doesn't mean I don't need a release in other
ways. With everything going on, I desperately need to let off some steam. I
need to wrestle a hot guy, dominate him and fuck the hell out of him. I can’t do
that in The Cave, but I’m on every wrestling personals site.
I've sent out messages, just waiting for things to click. You might think I can
get a match any time, but it takes some coordination, even for me.
As
luck would have it, one of the out-of-town guys I’ve been
chatting with forever just arrived in town for a conference. His name is Ben,
he’s smoking hot and ripe for the right kind of action. He
comes highly recommended and we’ve been talking about getting
together for a year, but couldn't make it happen cross country.
When
Ben reaches out to me on Facetime from his hotel room, it's the first time
we've seen each other live. My god, he's amazing. He has his shirt off, a
smoldering stare and sly grin. His face and body are even better than his pics
(which were also awesome). Damn he’s hot. Did I already say that? It
bears repeating. Shit, I wish I could jump through my tablet and grab him right
this second.
My online buddy, Ben |
Of
course I want to wrestle him now, but he’s just arrived and needs to get some
rest, something about delivering a keynote speech or something. Damn, I can’t
believe that I have to wait 24 hours. I’m not a huge fan of hotel matches,
but for a guy like Ben, in the mood I'm in, I’d
wrestle just about anywhere. Still, he and I always talked about wrestling in a
ring, not in a hotel room or apartment. Just because I'm going crazy doesn't
mean he is. We're on for tomorrow night, in the same ring The Cave uses.
Needless
to say, I’m a very happy boy right now. Impatient. Worked up. Ready
to explode. But mostly I’m happy as I lie on my sofa, talking
with Ben wearing nothing but my huge smile.
I'm dying with anticipation |
We
chat for almost another hour (don’t ask me about what, I wasn’t
listening, just staring and fantasizing about tomorrow). Ben is as cool as he
always seemed. It'll be nice to have my first fun match in a few weeks.
Tomorrow Finally Comes
After
an excruciatingly slow 24 hours, I'm meeting Ben for the first time outside the
warehouse. He pulls up in his non-descript rental car. When Ben steps out, he's
a vision in white athletic gear, dark, smoldering and looking pumped already. I
want to jump him in the parking lot, but I manage to hold back.
Ben
says, “Sorry, I’m running behind and didn't have a
chance to jump in the shower. I didn’t want to be late.”
We
hug hard, exchange pleasantries and I sniff Ben. I tell him, “If you’re
showering for my benefit, no need. You smell amazing.”
Ben
smiles coyly. We make small talk as we enter the warehouse that doubles as a
local Indy wrestling facility. I know the owner and we get to use it whenever
his group's not using it. We pass by the locker rooms, office and then enter
the large, black cavern where the ring is. Ben is impressed. He feels the ropes
and hops in, testing it out.
Ben
has said that, even though he’s never been in a ring before, he's
not a novice. I watch him as he proves it, quickly picking up how to bounce off
the ropes. I’m fascinated and rock hard watching him roll around and get
a feel for the ring. He smiles down at me and tells me he approves. Ben hops
out and we move to opposite sides of the ring to get changed.
I
choose to wear a black thong under black trunks with black patent leather pro
boots. I’ve been in jobber pink too many times lately. It’s time
to get back to my roots, basic black.
Cody |
Ben
opts for thin blue trunks with a black waistband and short blue canvas boots.
It doesn't look like he's wearing anything underneath, but we'll soon find out.
We're pretty much the same size, which is nice - both 6'0" tall, he's
205-lbs and I'm 215-lbs.
Ben looks even better in person |
We
stretch in the ring, admiring each other from opposite sides. I want to run
over there and tackle Ben, but I wait. Soon, stretching turns into posing and
full out flexing. We show off for each other, trying to outdo the other. I've
got Ben beat in some areas, he's got me beat in others.
We
do this for a little while, but, as hot as Ben is, it's a little unsatisfying.
It's definitely not why we're here. Either of us could have picked up a muscle
trick anywhere in town. No, we're cut from the same cloth, Ben and I. Wrestling
is our sex and without a word, we move into the center of the ring
simultaneously. We bump chests and packages. Ben raises an eyebrow, I give a
slight nod and that's it.
It's
go time.
Cody vs. Ben
Ben
and I lock up. We feel each other out, pressing back and forth for a minute. We
push and shove, maneuver and shift. It's so nice to be facing another man on
equal terms again. I'm so pumped that after a little give-and-take, I easily
push Ben back into the corner.
Ben
asks, "We're in the corner. Do we break clean?"
I
smile, "What do you think?"
I
drive forward, slamming a forearm into the side of his head and then a knee to
his gut. I grab the ropes on either side of him then pull my body in. My chest
rams into his. I back up and pull myself forward again. I draw my knee up,
along with pulling my chest right into his again.
Ben
sags a little. I lightly tap his face, asking, "Not too much for you
already, is it?"
Ben
swats my hand away then pushes me off him. He smiles and says, "Not by a
long shot, dude. Bring it on."
I
like to hear this. I need to get rough with a guy. We lockup again and this time,
I power Ben into a standing side headlock. I crank on it hard, crushing his
head into my side. I walk us around the ring. Pulling Ben keeps him from being
able to focus on a counter, giving me extra time to really apply the pressure.
His handsome face is turning red as I tighten my grip. I've actually gotten
submissions from headlocks, but if I judge Ben right, I won't get one from him.
As
I keep us moving, Ben gathers his wits, firing his fist into my kidneys until
he feels my focus lapse. With a brief opening, Ben pulls back and frees his
head. He pulls on my wrist, twisting it around back, locking on a chicken wing.
He pulls my arm up my back, but I manage to twist, connecting my elbow with his
temple.
I
spin around and grab Ben's wrist. I twist it around in an armbar. He moans in
pain as I twist more and more. Ben is still shaking out his head from the
headlock and elbow. I take advantage of his distraction, kicking up, slamming
my boot into his abs. He grunts in pain, so I do it again. My cock is growing
as I dominate another stud for the first time since before I was injured by Mr.
Riddle almost three months ago.
I
lift Ben’s arm and bring it down fast, jarring it in the socket. I
do it again and Ben reaches for his shoulder. I step up and slam a forearm
across his shoulder. Ben cries out in pain, but doesn’t
submit. I let go of his arm and lock on another standing headlock. I crank it
hard, flex my bicep right into his temple.
I
know this head punishment is taking a toll and keeping Ben from wrestling his
best. It’s tough to focus when your head gets elbowed and crushed. I
feel Ben arming for a fist, so I flip him over my hip. I don’t let go
of the headlock, landing on Ben’s thick chest with all my weight. He
lets out a cry as we land. I ask if he’s had enough, but he yells, “No!”
I
pull up on his head as I lie on his chest, holding it down. Ben grabs my trunks
and rolls me over him. With the sweat and roll, my headlock loosens enough for
him to slip out. Again, he goes for the arm. Ben plants all his weight on my
back, forcing my face to the mat as he leans across my back, bending my arm
uncomfortably back.
Ben
keeps pulling as I’m squirming under him. He transitions
by moving his legs over my back, straddling me. I can tell he’s using
this as a rest, regroup hold and I have no intention of letting that happen. I
force my legs under my hips and roll Ben off me away from my arm. As we roll,
the pressure on my arm is relieved and I manage to roll on top of Ben.
Ben
wraps his legs around me, trying for a scissors, but he can't get a good
position. We lock arms, fighting for control, with me on top. I manage to grab
his right wrist and lock it under my arm. I fire a hard fist into his pec then
another. Ben grunts, but he manages to twist free, toppling me. We struggle for
top position with neither one of us really getting a good position.
Ben
finally gets on top of me, but I manage to wrap my legs around his waist. He
fires shots into my flexed abs, but I can withstand them. I break the match for
a second, yelling, "Harder, man! I can take it!"
Ben
smirks and obliges, driving his fists into my abs with real manly force.
"Yeah!" I scream, which makes him do it even harder. I finally really
feel it, grunting with pain as my abs go red. I squeeze the scissors and Ben
grimaces. While he's thinking about his waist, I swing up and grab his head,
wrapping my arm behind his neck and pulling him down. I fight hard, bending his
neck and squeezing the scissors.
Ben
fires body shots into my sides to get me to loosen the hold, but they don't
phase me. The next thing I feel is three taps, Ben signaling his submission. I
release Ben's neck and unhook my ankles.
Ben
sits up and back, rubbing his neck. He sits between my legs. I prop myself up
on my elbows and our eyes meet.
I
ask, "Want to keep going?"
Ben
nods, "Yeah, you bet. You do like it rough. I know we've talked about it,
but until you feel it, it's iffy what guys mean, you know."
"Was
I too rough?"
"Nah,
I'm good. I'll tell you if there's a problem." Ben smiles at me to let me
now it's all good. I slip out of the ring, coming back with water. We take a
short break then get ready to go again.
It's On Again
We
start with another lockup. Ben tries to flip me to the mat, but I lock him and
slip under his arm. I lift my leg over his and suddenly, he's trapped in an
abdominal stretch. I really crank on it, knowing he's tough and can take it. As
I stretch Ben out, I take the opportunity to rub his chest and abs. I see his
cock twitch in his trunks.
POW!
I fire a fist into his side then another. "Oh, you bastard!" Ben
cries out in, half joking, half in pain. POW! In response, I deliver another
shot then bring my forearm down across his abs. Ben tries to power out and I
feel the hold slipping. I grab the side of his trunks to help steady us. The
one side rides up, exposing one of his perfect ass cheeks. Yes, I mean perfect.
Smooth, round and firm, I want it. I really, really want it.
I
lean back, really opening Ben up and pulling on his ab muscles. He rewards me
by crying out in pain. POW! POW! Another couple of fists and his grunts of pain
fill the ring area. I've got Ben stretched out as far as I can, but he doesn't
give. Instead, he pushes back, trying to topple us. I manage to keep us steady,
but my leg slips and Ben takes full advantage, flipping me over to the mat and
putting me in an arm lock.
I
figure Ben is most dangerous on the mat, so I swing up and use my power to
bring us back to our feet. He keeps cranking on the arm lock while
simultaneously moving his foot behind me, trying to trip me down. I manage to
counter and push him into the ropes. Ben releases my arm as I bend him back
over the top rope.
I
move my hand to his chin forcing him to look back, exposing his torso. Before
Ben can do anything, I slam two hard forearms over his chest. I lean in close,
splitting his legs with one of mine. With our bodies pushed together, I release
his chin and wrap my arms around his waist. The ropes spring him into me and I
use the momentum to lift and spin him in a belly-to-belly suplex. BOOM! The
ring feels like it shakes from the impact (no small feat for guys our size) and
Ben cries out in pain. He tries to roll off his aching back, but my weight
holds him down.
I
move back and grab a leg. A simple roll and Ben's in a single leg crab. I hear
him slap the mat in frustration as I bend him up and back. He reaches back and
taps my ankle three times. I immediately release him, but this time, I do a
little showboating. I kick him over onto his back. Ben looks up at me as I put
my boot down on his abs, maybe a little too hard, because he grunts in pain. I
flex and pose over Ben's hot body as he watches me. We’re both
severely tenting our trunks as I tower over him. My experiences from Mr. Riddle
to Ryan to Pink Punk are running through my mind as I look down at this hot
muscle stud that I am crushing.
I
finally step back and grab my water bottle. I'm hot and sweaty, but adrenaline
is racing through me. I need to calm down, so I decide to let Ben set the pace,
telling him, "Dude, just let me know when you're ready to go again."
An Interlude
After
a drink and a moment of rest, Ben comes into the middle of the ring and lies
down. He plants his elbow just short of dead center and lifts his hand in the
air. I nod. If we're having a break, may as well arm wrestle during it, right?
We
lock hands and get in position. Neither of us are pros, but we've certainly
both done this enough. When you've got ripped guns, guys want to test
themselves. Ben says, "I was my fraternity's chapter champion."
I
smile and say, "I was my fraternity's regional champion."
Ben
smirks at my one-upmanship, but his reply is saying, "GO!"
We
immediately begin pressing against one another. The veins in his arms are
insane, but I can't be distracted by that. We're actually pretty evenly
matched. My extra ten pounds don't mean shit down here. I gain an early
advantage, but Ben presses up and evens the score. Our faces are turning red as
we go.
I
can't help but look at our arms as we battle. Damn, mine are pumped, but his
are ripped. We keep powering through, but it's becoming clear that he's
winning. Little by little, I'm losing ground to this vascular freak of nature.
I try harder, but forget to breathe as I press. Ben gets a burst of energy and
I feel my arm slipping.
BAM!
My hand crashes down with Ben's on top. I smiles in victory and my anger
dissipates. His smile really is irresistible.
"Want
to go again?" I shake my head no.
I
tell him, "Let's try something else."
I
stand up and lift my arms up. Ben knows immediately what I want, a good old
fashioned test of strength. Ben smiles at this and hops up, accepting my
challenge immediately.
Another Test of Strength
We
move in close, locking hands for our test. We’re both
being careful. Ben’s feeling a little better after
winning the arm wrestle and I feel great, having dominated the first two falls.
Our fingers flex up and down, until we’re both satisfied. Once locked, our
reaction is immediate.
“GO!”
We
move in close, straining and pressing. At equal height and close in strength,
neither of us gets an early advantage. We strain and counter, sweat building
from the isometric torture test. We’re both grunting and squeezing. We’re
shifting and maneuvering, trying for any small advantage.
Ben
finally manages to shift and get my wrists bending back. I lose momentum for a
moment and Ben pushes down. My one knee starts to fall as he presses harder and
harder from his top position. I feel my hands being pushed back. I’m really
close to being down on one knee, my eyes passing his sculpted, bulging pecs,
heading to his ripped, cut abs.
I
steel my will and stop the descent. I don’t want to lose two strength contests
and my determination gives me the will to press up. I thrust upwards and
collide with Ben, face into his chest. I slide up and we’re back
even, faces pressed against each other. This has been going on entirely too
long and I can tell we’re both feeling it. Ben’s
ridiculously handsome face is red and every vein in his neck is visible.
ARGH!
I cry out as I get a burst of energy, driving Ben’s wrists
back now. He’s losing his steam, as my adrenaline rush is giving me
renewed strength. I think this whole thing means more to me than Ben and it
shows. I’ve got him headed down now. With another thrust, his knee
hits the mat. I’ve got him in a great position when he manages to slide his
hands around and push mine up.
AH!
AH! I feel pain as my wrists are bent backwards. From his lower position, Ben
forces my hands back so far, I’m standing on my toes. I can’t
believe it, but I say, “GIVE!”
Ben
relaxes his hands and lets mine go. I shake them out. I’m
pissed, but I resist the urge to charge forward. Two tests of strength and I
lost both of them.
Ben
says, “Back to wrestling? I think you’re up
two-nothing.”
I
shake my head. “No, this counts. It’s two-all.” Pause. “But not
for long.”
Back to Wrestling
Ben
and I move to lockup, but I duck under and grab him around the waist. Instead
of tackling him, I lift him up and then leap, driving him down hard on his back
with me on top of his gut. Ben is stunned, giving me the opportunity to pound
away on his abs. I get ten good shots in before he can muster the strength to
move away.
As
Ben tries to roll away, I grab his trunks. I push up and lift Ben off the mat
by his trunks. The fabric tears from the waistband as I tug and he crawls. When
I let go, Ben's trunks are in shreds, with the waistband pulled away on one
entire side, fabric torn halfway down front and back. Ben's cock and balls flop
out loose. He kicks at me, but I grab his right foot, lifting it into the air.
I pin his left ankle to the mat. Ben squirms, but I've got him. I twist his
right leg, putting pressure on the knee. Ben moans in pain. No matter how much
he moves, he can't free himself. Still, he resists submitting.
I
surprise Ben by falling back to the mat, shifting my position into a groin
stretch. He reaches down and puts his hands on the inside of his legs, just
below his dangling balls. I spread his legs wider and I can tell he's hurting.
I have a free hand, so I decide to put it to good use. I swat at his semi-hard
cut cock, peeking out from his torn trunks. I keep teasing him with swats as I
keep pulling out the groin stretch. I grab Ben's dick and work it up and down.
My muscular toy puts his head back, confused by the pain of the stretch and
pleasure of the handjob. I work Ben until he's rock hard, his dick standing
straight up.
Satisfied
with getting Ben hard, I pull my hand off his dick, leaving him hard and
leaking. He lets out a surprised yelp as I swat at his hanging balls. I grab
them and play with them. Ben tries to reach out to grab me, but he can't manage
to do more than touch me. I decide to see how much Ben can take. I leave his
balls alone and really go for a submission. I pull his legs even further apart.
Within
seconds, Ben is yelling, "GIVE! GIVE! GIVE!"
I
let go of his legs and roll away. Ben lies there for a minute, rubbing his
groin. When he's done, Ben slips off the remnants of his torn trunks and throws
them aside. He sits there, naked except for his boots. Ben doesn't look happy,
but doesn't say anything. Is he pissed about the trunks or losing? Either way,
I decide to give him a peace offering.
As
we sit there, I start to slip off my black trunks. Ben says, "No, no, no. If
you're gonna do that to make up for tearing my trunks, do it right."
I'm
glad Ben is being a good sport, considering how I've dominated him in wrestling
so far. I nod at him, letting him know that I know exactly what he means. I
stand up and swing my hips, peeling down the black trunks slowly and
seductively. As I uncover my packed thong, Ben hoots and hollers. I toss my
trunks to Ben. He swings them in the air as I do a spin, letting him check me
out in my black thong.
Ben
says, "Damn, bring that ass over here. Let's go again." He tosses my
trunks into the corner, preferring to stay naked in boots. I eagerly nod and we
turn serious. It's time to go at it again.
The Rapid Fire Round
Ben
and I circle in the ring. He's understandably wary about locking up, but I'm
not looking to give him a chance to change the script. He darts forward,
looking to surprise me and grab my leg. No doing, as I dodge. As Ben lands on
one knee beside me, I grab his head in a front face lock.
I
crank his head up then slide my arm under his, lifting his left arm up and
back. With Ben's arm and head under control, I lift, putting pressure on his
neck and shoulder. I can tell it's working from his soft grunts of pain, which
gives me more strength to really crank it. Ben forces me into the corner hard,
but I don't let go. Ben wraps his right hand behind my knee and, using his
formidable strength, lifts me up.
I
go up on his shoulder. With my momentary disorientation, Ben pulls his left arm
free. He turns and drops me hard on my back. Now it's my turn to be stomped,
with blows coming to my abs and pecs. I roll out of the way, but Ben follows.
He grabs my arm to control me, but I spin and fire a fist into his lower abs.
The blow sinks deep into the flesh just above his nest of pubes, doubling Ben
over.
I
spin and force him over my shoulder into a fireman's carry. I breathe in then
push up, elevating to a standing position with Ben's 205-lbs across my
shoulders. I adjust my grip and make sure my hands are in place on his leg and
chest. Ben hangs there, unsure what's next. I breathe in again and thrust up.
WHOA! Ben is pushed high into the air as I extend my arms.
Ben
is over seven feet in the air, held up by my arms. I look up and see his cock
and balls dangling down beside my hand. I hold him up there for as long as I
can maintain balance the lower him back across my shoulders. I pause for only a
second then flip Ben off my shoulders onto the canvas below. WHAM! He lands
hard, dazed from the impact and disoriented from the overhead press.
I
move in over him and knowing his back must be aching, I drag him up and over my
knee. I bend him back hard. He's still pretty flexible, as his head and feet
nearly touch on the mat. I look down and admire his ripped physique and
impressive manhood even as I torture him in the hold. "OKAY! UNCLE!"
I
push Ben off my knee. "Done?"
Ben
shakes his head, so I waste no time. No more minutes between rounds. I'm hot
and horny punishing him. I move in and force him to his feet. I push him in the
ropes and whip him across the ring.
As
Ben rebounds off the ropes, I launch into the air and nail him in the chest
with a standing drop kick. He falls to the mat as I land deftly on my hands and
feet. Ben sits up, but I deliver a donkey kick to his chest. He falls back and
I leap over and up, coming down hard with an elbow to his abused pecs. Ben
raises his head and clutches his chest. He's grimacing in pain, leaving him
open for me to assault his abs with fists.
Ben
starts to roll away, but I'm able to plant my knee in his back, pinning him
down. I grab his ankles and maneuver Ben into a Boston crab. He moans and tries
to grab my ankles. With his ankles pinned under my armpits, I grab his wrists
and stand up. Ben is lifted off the mat, increasing the pressure on his back
exponentially.
I
swing Ben back and forth, listening for his cries of pain. It doesn't take long
before he's submitting. "OH GOD, GIVE!"
I
drop him down to the mat and circle his naked body. I'm pumped, so when he
starts to rise, I tackle him down again. We wrestle on the mats, but Ben is
worn down. I easily move him around, mounting his back and locking my hands on
his chin. My hard cock, barely contained in the pouch of my black thong, splits
his bare ass cheeks. I dry hump him for a moment then slide up, planting my
knee in the small of his back. I pull up on the chinlock and Ben taps my arm,
saying, "OKAY, ENOUGH, GIVE!"
After
his latest submission, I let go and sit back. I give Ben a few seconds to rise.
He gets to hand and knees, head lowered to the mat as he tries to regroup. I
stand up then bend over. I wrap my arms around his waist and hoist him up to
his feet. Ben is limp on his feet as I wrap him up and drag him down with a
Russian leg sweep.
We
crash back, with Ben taking the brunt. I slide up and roll Ben's head between
my legs. I swing my leg over, locking on a figure four head scissors. He moans
in pain as I tighten my grip. Ben cries out, but he tries to resist. He doesn't
last long before he has to submit again, "GIVE, GIVE, GIVE!"
Four
rapid submissions has Ben saying, “Whoa, stop. Stop. Please no more,
dude. I’m done.”
“So, your ass is mine?”
Ben
nods in agreement, giving me the final victory.
After Wrestling
I
stand over Ben as the clear winner. I slide my thong down and off, leaving us
both naked in boots. My cock throbs for Ben's ass. He looks up and gulps,
seeing my cock grow and grow to its full proportions. Ben is seeing my rock
hard member for the first time and he's a combination of impressed and scared.
I
move to the corner and sit on the top turnbuckle. I wave him to me. It's a
control thing, making Ben come to me. I feel the urge to exercise control here,
since I've none in the rest of my life. Ben crawls then stands. He's slow to
get up, but he does. When he's close, I grab his head and pull him in close.
Ben pauses for a second, but a little downward pressure on his head has him
opening his mouth an d taking my member.
Watching
this amazing stud suck on my dick after a total defeat is just what the doctor
ordered. He won the strength contests, but otherwise didn't take a single fall.
I was too fast, too strong and too talented when it counted. I start moaning,
watching Ben as he gets my cock nice and moist. Fortunately for me, he's pretty
good at sucking, so I let him work at my manhood, savoring my first real
victory in months.
Ben's
head bobs up and down, guided by my large hand. I slow him down, making sure
he's just prepping me, not draining me. This is just the opening act. Ben's
perfect ass is the main event. Ben sucks me for a long while, with me dictating
speed, location and pressure like a taskmaster. He's mine and I don't let him
forget it. When I'm ready, I stop him and order him to the center of the ring.
I grab a couple of things from my bag, but as I come back in, I freeze.
Ben
is sitting there, looking über-hot in defeat. He's bruised,
sweaty and exhausted, rubbing his neck, slumped over, head down. He has his
arms draped across his knees and boots apart, giving me a window to see his
semi-hard dick and low hanging balls resting on the canvas. I move in front of
him. I say his name and when he looks up, I snap a shot with my phone. Damn,
that's awesome. Ben drops his head and I take another shot for my memory.
I
put my phone aside and roll into the ring. I move around, behind Ben and k eel
down. I force him up to hands and knees. He breathes in fast as I apply the
lube, stretching him out so that he can accept what's coming. Again, his head
is down to the canvas, the picture of submission and defeat.
I
take Ben's ass, working my cock inside. He moans in front of me, as I enter his
perfect ass deeper and deeper. I can hear him grunting and muttering, trying to
hold on as I take him with my porn-sized dick. Once my cock is in him, I hold
nothing back, savoring how much I dominated this hot stud. I needed this badly
and his ass is the perfect medicine.
I
don't hold back, fucking him hard in the ring, letting out all my frustration.
I roll I'm onto his back to finish, lifting his legs and putting him in a pinning
position. Ours eyes lock and it doesn't take long for me to fill the condom in
his ass with my white hot cum. My entire body shudders and shakes. Even though
I've been jerking off regularly, I feel like I haven't cum in weeks and it
shows. I shoot for a long time, filling the warehouse with echoes of my orgasm.
Just
as I think I finish, I feel a load building inside me. Ben starts to relax, but
I grow inside him again. I start pounding him and within seconds, another load
is coming. I pull out and strip off the full condom. I shoot on Ben's balls and
shaft, coating them with my second load in under a minute.
Finally
done, I sit back, tired but thrilled. I feel renewed and rejuvenated.
Epilogue
By
the time we're done, it's after 10pm. Wow, we were at this for hours. I’m
feeling more relaxed, more like myself. Ben’s not
running off, so I think things are okay with us. Still, I apologize if I went
too far or was too rough, but Ben waves it off. He reassures me that he’s a big
boy and can take it. Ben admits he wishes he had wrestled better, but I was
more intense than most. Still, he likes it tough, likes to be challenged and
had no problem with anything. I believe Ben when he says he would have stopped
it if he felt in danger or I was going too far.
Ben
adds, “You do owe me a new pair of trunks, though.”
I
tell him, “Deal.”
Ben
smiles at me and says he’d wrestle me again any time. I tell
him that I’m relieved then ask, "What about later tonight?"
He laughs and says yes, he brought other trunks that I can tear off him. That
fires up both our dicks.
I
crawl forward and take Ben's cock with my hand. I jerk him and he moans. Ben's
beautiful cut cock feels good in my hand, lubed by my still-wet cum. My hand
tightens around the shaft and I move my mouth over the head of his cock. With a
little tongue action, Ben announces he's about to shoot. I don't pull back,
accepting his entire load. When he's done, he has to push me off him, his cock
being super-sensitive now.
We
finish our water and stare at each other. Just stare. Finally, we agree that we
could both use some rest before wrestling again tonight. We unlace our boots
and toss them aside, letting our feet breathe. Ben moves over and lies down
against me, head on my shoulder. I tease his hair and we both just stare at the
ceiling in silence.
We
start chatting about nothing, just two guys, lying in the ring, naked and
relaxing. It starts out as small talk then gets deeper. We learn a lot about
one another, but as fate would have it, nature takes its course and we fall
asleep right there, in the ring.
It's
not the first or last time I've been out of it in this ring, but it's certainly
the best time.
The End
Alex R:
ReplyDeleteFor anyone starting to read, this story is super important because it sets up one of the main characters in the "Alex Miller Universe" which of course brings us Jeff! It was alll done so sexy with images of the tablet. Couldnt wait to read it. Adam Ayash is one of my favorite male fitness models. Such a stunning look. Classic story!
Thanks!
DeleteBy this point I had learned the importance of choosing the right base model. There are a million pics of Adam Ayash, which can support a series. Other guys I've chosen, there wouldn't be enough. That's why Jeff is Steve Kuchinsky (which turned out better than I thought) and not my first model choice (Alex Pirolozzi).