You Gotta Earn It
Damn, I never thought something like this would happen. My name's Jake Justice. I'm a rising pro wrestler for the American Wrestling League, the country's number two wrestling federation. Right now, I'm naked. I'm outside. I'm lying on a mat-covered wooden platform, staring up through trees at the open sky on a hot July night. I'm only 22-years old, but I can’t believe I’ll ever have a more perfect night than this.
Of course, I'm not alone. I'm here with two other pro wrestlers. They're naked, too. I’ve got my number one fantasy, Big Colt Hill, lying on my left, kissing my neck and another man I've dreamt about, Chainsaw Chuck Rollins, on my right doing the same. We’re at Chuck’s clubhouse, a secluded farm, just having finished a round of wrestling where Colt made me submit then made me cum in my first ever cockfight then fucked my ass.
I’m savoring all the attention as the new member of their private club. Finally, Colt rolls off me to the left, clearly exhausted from the heat and the action. The white muscle bear lies besides me at an angle, his huge legs draped over mine. He idly runs his right hand through my long blond hair. It feels nice. I reach my left hand onto his big right pec and run my hand over the hairy slab of prime beef. It feels really nice.