CLAW 17: Gay Wrestling Weekend (Pt. 4 of 5)

HOLIDAY HOTEL & SUITES. GRAPEVINE TX. 

GRAND BALLROOM. 

“Nope. Nope. Nope. Can’t do it. I’m going back upstairs.”

I sigh. It was a struggle just to get my tag partner and best friend Taylor down here. I’m not letting him flee. I grab his wrist, “Stay here with me. I can’t do this alone.”

Tay whines, “Why are you making me do this? Why are we even here?”

CLAW 16: Gay Wrestling Weekend (Pt. 3 of 5)

HOLIDAY HOTEL & SUITES. GRAPEVINE TX.

CHECKING IN AT THE FRONT DESK.

“Enjoy your stay, Mr. Rekert.”

I nod, “Thanks. I hope to.” I pat the gold title belt around my waist, “With any luck, I’ll have two of these when I leave Monday morning.”

I sling my duffel bag over my shoulder. To get to my room, I need to cross the huge center area where the weekend’s wrestling action will take place. I pause and breathe. I’ve been wrestling for 15 years but I still get anxious before a big match. Being the East Texas Pro Wrestling heavyweight champion isn’t a big deal in the wrestling world but it gives me a title to show I’m legit.

Again.

CLAW 15: Gay Wrestling Weekend (Pt. 2 of 5)

 

If you read Part 1 (CLAW 14), you can read more about Yusuf & Abdi in Route 69 S104: Dallas TX.

HOLIDAY HOTEL & SUITES. 

GRAPEVINE TX. 

ROOM 129.

 “Crawl, boy.”

Hi, I’m Taylor. That was an order to me. I obediently reply, “Yes, Sir.”

I crawl into the bedroom of our one-bedroom suite, an upgrade my friend and tag team partner Christian somehow flirted out of the short but muscular front desk clerk. Manipulating hot guys for free stuff is my thing, so I was proud of my buddy for going with it and getting the sexy dude to move us. With any luck, Christian will get to fuck the hunky clerk’s mountainous ass. I pushed him to go for it the whole walk to our room.

CLAW 14: Gay Wrestling Weekend (Pt. 1 of 5)

HOLIDAY HOTEL + SUITES. 

GRAPEVINE TX.

ROOM 129.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“MAINTENANCE!”

I come out of the bedroom to see my friend, tag team partner, and ex-boyfriend opening the door for a tall, hunky mountain of a man. Middle Eastern. Olive skin. Dark hair. Beard, He’s gotta be 6’5”, like 250-lbs with broad, strong shoulders and sculpted, muscular arms. His green work tee with the hotel logo printed over his left pec isn’t just tight. It looks painted on.

My eyes linger on the torso. That tee stretched over his perfect pecs and clinging to his narrow midsection. It leads down to a low-slung leather tool belt over tight, white cotton pants that cling to his chiseled legs. He’s standing casually with his feet spread a little and hands on hips. Posing like a superhero or something. He could definitely pass for one.

Woof.

AMU 250.9: Ryan & Corey & Pino

 

MY HOUSE. 

SUNDAY. 12PM.

THE DAY AFTER MY BIG BIRTHDAY PARTY

“You’re awake.”

I stumble into my kitchen where Corey is typing away on his laptop. Too loud. My head aches. My mouth is dry. I manage to nod without dying. I lean against the wall and slowly turn my head to get my bearings. It’s my house, but I’m a little tired. And a lot naked. I rub my bare stomach and adjust my balls, hitting my morning wood as I reach down. I need to pee.

Shirtless in shorts, Corey sees and understands. For a 19-year-old, he’s brilliantly intuitive. He just gets people. His friend Ramsey accuses Corey of having telepathy, but really, he has empathy. Sexy, smart, and caring, I’m so happy that he’s here to help me. And not just because he’s a 5’11”, 190-lbs muscleboy. It’s because he never judges or pressures me.

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AMU 250.8: Dustin vs. Shawn

CODY’S ROOFTOP DECK. 

RYAN’S BIRTHDAY PARTY. 

LOS ANGELES CA.

“That it, Cody?”

“Just one more, Dustin. Remember Xaq? My trainee?”

“The kid who said I have a decent body for an old guy?”

“Yeah, that’s the one.”

I’m surprised, “He’s a millionaire?”