The Cave: The Adventures of SuperStar 16

Cody's Private Gym

“Oh, fuck, Jae. That was wild.”

“Thanks, Jax. You were amazing. Best I've ever had.”

The bodybuilder smirks, “Appreciate that, but you're young. You haven't had that many, yet.”

I shake my head, “I'm serious. You're incredible. I can push you hard and you can take it. Hell, I think you actually enjoy the pain. All my clients should be like you.”

Jackson nods, “I love this workout, Jae. Guys were right. You're a really creative trainer.”

Me. Jae.

I act surprised, “Guys? You checked me out?”

Jax shrugs, “I'm a cop. It's what I do. I'm sorry if that seems weird, but I don't make a ton of money. Can't be wasting it on a trainer unless I'm going to see results.”

I'd heard he was asking questions about me. Actually ‘warned’ is more accurate. I'm happy to know the real reason why. I hold up my hands, “It's okay. People should check out trainers before just working with them. To be honest, I wasn't sure that I could show a natural bodybuilder like you anything new. I mean, what you're doing is obviously working.”

Jax is in awesome shape.

“Not like this. Shit, you worked me out, bro. Look at the pump in these legs. They're still trembling. It's been years since they were challenged like that. A few more sessions and I know I'm gonna see a huge difference. Oh shit, I gotta motor. Where's the shower?”

I point at the door in the back of the gym. Jackson aka Jax grabs his bag and freshly dry-cleaned uniform then heads to clean himself up. I peel off my shirt and start to tidy up the gym area. Two nice things about using my boyfriend Cody's gym instead of the gym where I usually work are the privacy and I get to keep all the money. Problem is, I have to do all the cleaning. But at 22 and right out of college, I'm happy to get the work, even if I was nervous about taking Jax on as a client.

Yes, Jax is a cop and a natural bodybuilder, so I wasn't sure I could help him. But that's not the main reason I was nervous. He's also my boyfriend’s ex. After a bitter breakup, they've mended fences. Cody's 29 and he's been with a ton of the guys we hang out with, but Jax is the first one I've met who wasn't just a hookup. It was a relationship with feelings. That's a lot different.

Cody. The man in the middle.

At first, I was suspicious of him wanting to hang around. Cody had even told me that Jax seemed into him again, but Cody thinks everyone is into him. Usually, he's right, but this time it was right after they wrestled, they were naked and Jax was horny. Plus, he realized how much Cody's evolved as a person. So maybe he was into Cody at that exact moment, but it's been weeks and the guy hasn't made a move since.

Last week, I ran into Jax at a football game. I played in college and now play in a fun touch league. He was there watching. We nodded politely, but that was it. Until I overheard him complaining about hitting a plateau in his workout. To a new personal trainer like me, that was like chum to a shark. My instincts took over and I immediately started talking to him about his routine. Before I even realized it, Jax was asking for a session with me and I was agreeing. Then Corey warned me Jax was asking about me and I got suspicious again. But here we are, the former and current boyfriend in a client-trainer relationship.

I've got the place cleaned up when Jax comes out in his uniform. Wow. Hot muscle cop. I try to hide my reaction, but I don't know if I'm successful. I mean, wow. Look, I'm committed to Cody, but I am a guy. I have a visceral reaction, like anyone would. There's no denying that he's a good-looking man. And he's a cop. And those muscles making his uniform tight. Wow.

“Like the uniform, officer.”

“Thanks. It's a little small and you're making these pants even tighter.” He realizes what he said and laughs, “I mean, because of my thighs. Thanks to the workout pump. I'm starting an undercover thing tomorrow, so at least I'll have time to get a bigger pair to hold the new legs we're gonna build.”

As we shake hands, Jax checks me out, just like I checked him out. I'm shirtless and sweaty from cleaning. It feels like he wants to say something, but he stops himself. I'd let it go, but if we're going to work together, we need to be upfront with each other.

I ask, “What? You look like a man with a question.”

Jax says, “You're good at reading guys, too. I was just thinking.” He pauses, “No, it might be too weird.”

“What?”

“What if we wrestled one day soon?”

I laugh, “Yeah, that'd be weird.”

Jax and I are both wrestlers for an underground wrestling site called The Cave, owned by Cody and his best friend Ryan. It's geared to gay men. Hard bodies. Pro action. Superhero theme. Hot sex stakes. Jax is The Owl, a villain and I'm usually SuperStar, a hero. He's just returned and was a little rusty in his debut against Cody aka The Bat. However, he used to be really, really good. I'm just okay, but I'm learning from Cody, hoping to get a lot better.

Anyway, the hot stud nods, “Sure. Thought it might be. It's just tough to find quality opponents sometimes. Looking at you, that body, I saw an opportunity to get a challenge.”

I nod, “Yeah, I get it. It'd be weird, but …”

“But?”

“But, let's be real. It's weird that you're even here being trained by me. Weird isn't necessarily bad. Let me think on it. Discuss it with Cody. Okay?”

Jax nods, “Cool. Doesn't have to be intense or anything. If I'm going to get back on top in The Cave, I need practice.”

I caution, “Well, I can't train you. I'm not that good. Cody's the trainer.”

“Cody training ME? Now, THAT would be too weird. For all three of us.” I smile and nod, agreeing with him. He says, “I'm just talking practice, not training. Test ourselves. Get into the competitive spirit. Well, let me know. Otherwise, we can just keep doing this. We can, right?”

I nod, “Yeah, of course. If you're happy, I'm more than willing to keep working with you.”

Jax confirms that he means it when he says how good he feels. As he leaves, I can't help but admire his pumped ass. I would like to wrestle him. But it'd be weird. Wouldn't it?

Cody's Gym: One Week Later

Of course, Cody is totally fine with me wrestling Jax. He would be. I love my super-secure boyfriend, but I kind of wish he'd at least hesitated. I don't know why. Jax and I were never a thing, so maybe that's why he was so cool with it so fast. Cody certainly knows that I need the practice, too. Jax is more experienced than me, so it'll probably be a better time for me than for him. Either way, the bodybuilder cop is happy to hear I'm open to a match.

Cody suggested The Owl vs. SuperStar in front of The Cave cameras, but Jax and I prefer a more casual, private match here on the mats in Cody’s gym. Naturally, Jax shows up right on time. I notice that he's got some scruff for his undercover assignment. I don't ask about it, instead I just head upstairs to change, while Jax gets ready downstairs. I figure part of working with a cop is respecting his job privacy.

I'm ready to wrestle.

I'm ready to go in simple red briefs. When I come down the stairs. I see Jax waiting in basic black. He's been pumping up, with beads of sweat already on his smooth dark brown skin. The front of his trunks is full, his large cut cock and big balls stuffed inside. Fucking sexy for a practice session. The beautiful black bodybuilder must notice me noticing him, because he casually scratches under his balls, lifting the stuffed pouch up and out.

Jax looks amazing.

Jax calmly says, “Gotta say, I'm glad Cody okayed this. Even if he said ‘no’ to stakes. I'm gonna have to tease him about that.”

I admit, “Actually, he didn't care about stakes. He said it was up to us.”

A grin, “Oh, very cool.”

I hold up a hand, “Slow down. Cody's okay with stakes. I'm not. You're a client.”

Jax raises an eyebrow, “Really? Does that matter?” When I say it does, he challenges me, “Isn't it true that you were working with Corey when you wrestled?” I stutter my confirmation. He asks, “And you guys did stakes, didn't you?”

I frown, knowing he's right, but upset that he's caught me in a lie.

Jax reads my face and quickly apologizes, “Sorry. I'm a cop and it's tough to turn off. I checked Corey as a training reference and now I'm using what he told me against you. That's not cool. I'm not trying to interrogate you, it's just my nature.” He puts a hand on my shoulder, “Jae, whatever your real reason, I'll respect it. Stakes are off the table.”

I accept his apology, “Thanks.”

I understand that he's trained to catch people in inconsistencies. My client-trainer excuse was a lie. Truth is, there's a good chance I might lose and I don't want to get fucked by Cody's ex-boyfriend. He's still a rival, even if he's a friendly one that Cody has no romantic interest in. It might sound petty or insecure, but there's just something about it that sits wrong.

I smile to ease any tension, “Obviously I'm going to have to watch myself with you.”

Jax smirks, “Yeah, you are.”

Wrestling Jax

We circle the mat. As his trainer, I know exactly how strong he is. I certainly know I can't overpower him. And I probably can't outwrestle him. He held his own with Cody and almost beat him, something I don't think I've ever been able to legitimately do. So I'll have to try to take him by surprise. Be fast. Be smart. Grab any opportunity and go big with it.

Jax stops circling. He lifts his arms for a test of strength. I just look up at his hands then down at his eyes. I shake my head, “How about we try that after we've warmed up?”

The black bodybuilder smirks, “I'm gonna hold you to that.”

I smirk and nod, “Looking forward to it.”

Jax shrugs his shoulders then bends forward for a classic lockup. I meet him and we slap hands, looking for an opening. He thinks he finds one, charging in low. I see him coming, getting him in a front facelock. Doesn't matter. The powerhouse pushes through, getting my right leg. Next thing I know, it's going up and I'm going down onto my back. BAM!

The bodybuilder forces my leg up, bending me in half on my shoulder. He pushes hard behind my knee, pushing it towards my ear as he forces my other leg out wide. I'm trapped already in a cradle. I feel his package press against my ass, his weight holding me down. I squirm and kick, but he's strong. I feel it in my groin, neck and back.

Jax doesn't count the pin, although he could. Still, I can't stay like this, so I twist hard, thrusting my legs out to power free. I send the muscle stud off me then I roll onto my stomach. I push up to rise, but he's on me immediately. I'm forced face first into the mat as he reaches around for a rear naked choke. I get my arm in to block as I fight to flip us over. I can't manage it.

We battle as he tries to lock on a rear naked choke. Fuck, he's relentless. I fight him off, countering his choke. Damn I'm focused on defense. Not the best place to be. I try to protect myself while figuring out how to reverse things. I finally manage to get my knee under us then use it to roll us. Unfortunately, Jax uses our momentum and we do a 360. I'm back on my stomach again. At least he's too low on my body to try another choke.

Jax’s powerful arms wrap around my waist and suddenly, I'm being squeezed. The powerhouse lifts and flips me over onto my back, slamming me down hard. WHAM! I grunt, fighting as he mounts me. Fuck, he's aggressive. It's been a while since I fought anyone this way on the mats. Apparently Cody and I play too soft these days. I've got to get mean.

We struggle, building up a fast sweat. Jax tries to control my arms, twisting them. He's got his knee up between my legs, pressed against my balls. As we fight, I'm able to protect myself, thank you Cody, but Jax is wearing me out. I also notice he rubs my pecs a lot. The bodybuilder grabs and squeezes them. He brushes against my nipples. I'm staying focused, but I'm getting hard under him.

I finally pull away, escaping the situation. I rise, but my momentum carries me back onto my butt. PLOP! Lucky I've got a lot of padding there. We scramble up. I decide to get more aggressive. I dive in, using my football skills to tackle the muscleman down. SPLAT! I go for a facelock, but Jax twists and turns. He pushes my face into the mat. SMOOSH!

Jax puts his shin on my head as he grabs between my legs. Oh, he grabs under me, getting my balls. I let out a surprised cry and he shifts his hand with an apology. It doesn't stop him from doing what he was trying to do. He grips my upper thigh and pulls my leg up. His hands slide seductively down to my ankle as he lifts my leg higher. Fuck, I'm trapped in a single-leg crab.

My face is smashed into the red vinyl mat, his weight pressing down on my neck. Now, my back is bent as he pulls on my leg. I moan as he controls me. My arms flail to find an escape, but it's not happening. Jax eases my foot towards my head. I feel the pressure increasing and increasing. I'm whimpering now. I've got no choice.

TAP! TAP! TAP!

Jax releases the crab, letting my leg flop back to the mat. SLAP! He puts his hand on my ass as he slides his shin off my neck. I feel him knead my butt cheek before he pushes up to a standing position. I rise to hands and knees. Suddenly, the bodybuilder steps over my waist. I tense as he reaches under my armpits. He grips my pecs then carefully helps me to my feet.

I'm pulled against his rock-hard body. He pats my pecs as he breathes on my neck. He asks, “You okay?” I nod. His hands slide up and down my torso before he breaks away. Jax slaps my ass. SMACK! He says, “Good round. You're tough to handle.”

I turn and smile, “Not tough enough.”

“At least you're enjoying yourself.” I notice him noticing my pouch. Oh yeah, I'm semi-hard.

I adjust my manhood, “Can't help this. But yeah, that was fun. Made me realize that Cody and I don't wrestle like we used to. Our intensity levels have seriously dropped.”

Jax shrugs, “You guys must be in love.”

The bodybuilder's acknowledgement of my relationship status just hangs out there, neither of us knowing what to say next. It's like we're suddenly reminded of the dynamics of our connection. I don't know how to describe us, but we're connected by Cody as current and ex boyfriends. The weirdness overwhelms us, but we are having fun. Time to change the subject.

I clap my hands, “Want something to drink? Then we can try that test of strength.”

We get casual again, making small talk as we break. I definitely know we don't want to talk about Cody and Jax doesn't even mention or ask about my boyfriend at all. His name only comes up when I talk about becoming a trainer. Cody really helped me establish myself and understand how to get and keep clients. Other than that, it's all about us.

Round Two: The Test of Strength

With break time over, it's test of strength time. I'm at a huge disadvantage, which Jax even acknowledges as we playfully flex. It doesn't stop the hot muscle cop from thoroughly checking me out while I pose. He slaps my flexed biceps and rubs my flexed thigh approvingly. My pecs get the most attention as he asks me to bounce them while he fondles them.

“Very nice, Jae. You've got a great body. And you know how to pose.”

“Yeah, I've done some fitness competitions.” I turn so he can check out the rest of me.

As he runs his hand over my ripped back muscles, I feel his other hand on my ass. He grips it, “Damn, you're gorgeous.” I step away and turn. He says, “Sorry. Let me know if I'm too grabby. I just love a muscular body and yours is beautifully shaped.” He runs two fingers over my chest then down to my bulge, “These pecs over this waist then that ass. It's tough to resist.”

I smile, “I don't mind grabby. Just don't forget. No stakes.”

Jax nods, confirming he remembers. Still, he says that it’s fun just to admire me. We bump fists then move back to focus on the test of strength. I focus, but stay smiling. The muscleman looks pretty confident as he rolls his shoulders. He probably should but there is a technique to the move, plus leverage and momentum. Maybe I can surprise the bodybuilder cop.

We stand across from each other, breathing in and out deeply. We shake out our shoulders and plant our feet. I raise my left hand first, wiggling my fingers. Jax reaches up to meet my hand. Our fingers interlock and I feel his strength immediately. I'm careful to match his force. Cody taught me that a lot of guys lose before the test even starts just because of their hand position.

Jax raises his left hand and I move to meet it. We're more careful. I feel him testing my left hand, seeing if I'm paying attention. I push back and smile, “Don't be trying to get over on me. I can focus on two hands at once.” The bodybuilder just smirks, but he lets us get back to even. With that settled, I slap my right hand into his left and we lock fingers fast.

As soon as my fingers close, it's on. I immediately feel my hands and arms being pushed. I fight hard to shift and twist my hands, keeping him off-balance. He was right to try distraction earlier. Now it's my turn. I surprise him by pulling our arms out to the side. I move in, slamming my chest into his. WHAP! Our big pecs collide and my face is nuzzled in his neck.

I hear a whimper from Jax as our arms rise and fall, the battle raging. I push back and I slam our meaty pecs together again. THUD! The bodybuilder groans. He likes it. I push back and this time, he meets my charge. WHOMP! The impact knocks us apart. As we separate, I lift our hands then make a full-on push downwards. UNH! I put everything I have into it and it works. Jax is caught off-guard, actually forced to one knee.

Jax growls, “Ooh, you're a tricky boy.” He chuckles, “I like it.”

The bodybuilder isn't conceding defeat. He pushes up hard and fast against me. I have leverage, but he has those legs. My 190-lbs of muscle can't keep him down. Jax is back up to his feet. We're grunting and sweaty. The challenge is going on longer than either of us expected. Our muscles are pumped and we're breathing hard. My arms and legs are trembling as I use every trick Cody's taught me to hold my ground.

Jax gets serious, slowly but smoothly forcing my hands backwards. I fight his strength, but I feel myself giving ground. I plant one foot behind me, making sure I'm braced as I push against his brute force. This is a real test of strength and I'm losing. I shift my hands out and let him push my hands down. The angle change sends our hands to his hips. I press in against his body and force his arms behind his back.

With our bodies tight together, we’re locked up, almost frozen. Jax mutters, “Pretty and smart.” I smile then notice he's rubbing his smooth, slick body against mine. Oh. It feels nice. He puts his mouth to my ear, whispering, “I'm impressed.” Before I can respond, Jax powers our hands out from behind his back and forces them behind mine. With our positions reversed. I can only grunt with shock.

I fight to push my hands free, but they're firmly locked just above my ass. That's when I feel it. Jax’s bulge presses into mine. He pulls my body in as tight as possible as he subtly swivels his hips. I moan as he goes erotic. I close my eyes, trying to remain focused, but it's hard. Cody calls it my weakness, my kryptonite. He's right. Have to fight through.

I go limp against the sensual attack. My head rolls to the right. Jax can't resist putting his mouth on the left side of my neck. It feels great. I realize he has the same weakness. Our hands are locked, but his arms are just hugging me, limp as he savors me. Good. I push my hands against his as hard and as fast as I can. Sure enough, he's caught off-guard.

One second later, our arms are back up, pointing at the ceiling. His black trunks are tenting huge, his face reading surprise then a re-focusing. He growls, “Tricky and smart. You're all kinds of surprising, Jae.” We battle again from square one, but we're a lot more pumped and more aroused.

Every muscle in my body is shaking, the power draining from them. This has gone on a lot longer than either of us expected. Jax and I lock eyes, both smiling as we test our strength and our skill against each other. The look of joy in his eyes tells me that this is exactly what he was looking for when he challenged me. Then his face changes. From happy to determined.

I brace against him, but it's not enough. Jax lets out a roar as he uses his overwhelming power to bend my hands back. I try my tricks, but he's ready for them this time. He counters my counters and I'm driven onto one knee. PLOP! My hands are pushed down beside my ears, bent back painfully. I grunt as I fight. I look up at his massive muscles flexed over me.

My elbows rise as my hands are dominated. Jax suddenly pushes my hands behind my head. He uses it to push my face forward as he moves his hips in. I get a face full of his massive manhood. I smell his incredible musk as I'm smothered by his package. I can't resist opening my mouth, wrapping my lips over the thick shaft inside the black spandex.

Jax moans. I feel the pressure ease, so I push up and twist, flipping his arms and hands around. Now it's his wrists that are bent back, pointing at his hips. I push up and he rises onto his toes as he tries to ease the pressure. I have the leverage and the position. He growls as I press up. He relaxes and steps back, twisting his arms back around.

With a huge charge, Jax pushes into me. I'm bowled over onto my back with him landing on top of me. SPLAT! OOF! By the time I think about a body scissors, he's already mounting my waist with my hands pinned over my head. He leans over me, his sweat dripping on my face. I try to throw him off, but it's no use. We lock eyes as he smiles down at me.

I say, “You've got me.”

Jax says, “Yeah, but you didn't give. Looks like a tie to me. Wanna get up and try again?”

I shake my head, “Please, no. Maybe next time.”

“Next time. I like that.” Jax opens his fingers and we separate our hands. We open and close our gnarled hands, getting them loose. The bodybuilder puts his hands on my pecs, squeezing them. He says, “Damn impressive, Jae. This is exactly what I hoped for when I asked you to wrestle. You're a fighter.”

“Thanks. I'm kind of impressed myself. If you went easy on me, please don't tell me.”

Jax laughs, “Easy? You kidding? I gave you all I had. I meant it when I said you're smart. I'm pretty sure I could overpower you, but you got skills, bro. Made us even.”

The sweaty muscleman grips my nipples, lightly squeezing them. I moan, arching under him, which elevates my pecs and throws my head back. I whimper as he toys with me. He lets go then reaches back and feels my rod. Jax runs his thumb and index finger along either side of the outline of my swollen cock. He goes back and forth from base to tip.

“You like that?”

I smile, “Oh yeah. But please stop.”

Jax nods and stops. He puts a hand on my pec, squeezing it as he rolls to the side. He helps me to my feet. Damn, he's stacked inside his trunks, just as aroused as me. We are two horny muscle hunks. Why did I say no stakes again?

Round Three

We break even longer this time. My arms feel like jelly and Jax says his do, too. That's good to know. We can't help checking each other out. We seem very different, but we're both u controllably turned on by wrestling. It's not really something to bond over, but it kind of is in this case. Our cocks finally settle down a little as we stretch, hydrate and chat.

Ten minutes later, we're ready to go again. My arms still feel a little weak, but nothing I can't work through. We lean in, bump fists then get serious. And we are getting serious. Jax barrels into me, grabbing my right butt cheek and behind my left leg. Before I can do anything, he casually powers me up then spins and plants me down. BOOM! I writhe under him.

Jax takes advantage of my weakness. He grabs my right arm and forces it across my throat. He pushes down and I'm choking myself. His thick muscles press down on me. As I try to push him off me, he locks my left arm up beside my head. The bodybuilder puts his face on my right tricep and uses his head to force my arm even tighter across my neck.

I try to bridge, but he's ahead of me on this move, too. His legs wrap inside mine and split me out wide with a grapevine. I'm totally trapped and feeling pain all over. The choke and my groin are the most obvious pain points. And I literally cannot move to escape. Either I just lie here, trying to hold out and hoping he gets bored or I admit he's got me.

When Jax adds pressure to the choke, I decide on the latter. “Okay, give. You got me.”

Jax releases me then slides up to straddle my waist. He smiles down at me, “Surprised you?”

“Yeah, you could say that.”

“Good. You've been surprising me since we met. And definitely since we hit the mats.”

“Really? What did you think? Before we met, I mean.”

Jax bites his bottom lip, “Not important. What's important is what I think now that I know you. Smart. Tough. Creative. You're a cool guy, Jae.”

I admit, “You're cool, too. But let me guess. Have you met Micah?” I reference one of Cody's last boytoys before me. He's a rich young muscle stud without a brain in his head. He worshipped Cody like a puppy worships its human. Still does. Jax laughs and I nod, “Okay, you have. You thought I was just another Micah.”

The black muscleman nods his head, “Yeah, man. Sorry. I'd seen you guys out. All I saw was the youth, the pecs, the ass, and the face. I figured Cody just found a prettyboy playmate to help him deal with approaching 30. I was wrong. Cody said you were one of the big reasons he's changed. I think he's right.”

I blush at that. I decide to change the subject, “Okay, you ready to go again?”

“Hell yeah.”

Round Four

We don't even take a break this time. That last round was so short and sudden, we don't need to. We get back into position, staring each other down. Jax is looking like a cat ready to pounce. I think he smells blood, like I'm wearing down. Sure enough, he charges in fast again. This time, I'm ready, though. I've leapt over linemen to reach the quarterback before. I literally jump over him. Jax sails under me and I spin to land facing his back.

I dive in, locking on a full nelson, my weight pushing him down face first into the mat. SPLAT! The impact stuns him allowing me to squeeze his broad shoulders and force his powerful arms up. I lock my hands just as he starts to fight me. As he moves around under me, he lifts his hips, pressing his ass up into my bulge. Oh. I focus. Ignore it. Do not dry hump him.

I spread my legs and brace on the mat to keep him face down. My body pushes down on his shoulders, pinning his face and chest, but I can't do everything. He's only grunting as he moves his legs. I try to kick at them to keep him from planting his feet, but I can't. With a big push, Jax rolls us over. As we roll, I push with the momentum. We do a 360, ending up in the exact same position, just on the other side of the mat.

Jax growls as he's tasting sweaty vinyl again. He tries to power out of the nelson, but I'm not letting go. My fingers are locked and I'm able to hold on tight. Now the bodybuilder is grunting. He gets his knee under his body, lifting us up. I spread my legs wide, getting ready to block him from flipping us to either side. Even with being ready for it, the bodybuilder manages to force us up and over by thrusting us diagonally over my right shoulder.

I lie under the muscleman, still holding the nelson. I wrap my legs around him in a body scissors. Jax won't give. He plants his feet and bridges, lifting my ass off the mat. With a sudden thrust down, he slams my butt and back into the mat. WHAM! OOF! The handsome hunk simultaneously drives his arms down, finally breaking the nelson.

Jax spins around in my legs, facing me. I put my forearm under his chin, forcing his head up. As I push up on him, I open my legs. He seizes the opportunity, sliding to my right and moving his hand over my bulge. He reaches in between my legs to pull my leg up and roll me onto my neck again. Why not? It's been working. This time, I'm ready though.

When I feel his hand grip my butt, I suddenly clamp down tightly, locking his forearm between my legs. At the same time, I grab his head and pull down. I roll around onto my knees, keeping his arm trapped between my legs so he has to move with me. Jax grunts as I kneel around his arm, my butt and feet keeping his shoulder down. I pull up and he cries out.

I work the armbar, but I don't hear him give. Instead, he tries to roll under me. I lean back hard and grab his fingers. Suddenly, the bodybuilder is whimpering. I hear him slapping the mat, actually submitting to me. I let go and roll around to face him. Jax moves on to his back, shaking out his arm. He slaps his stomach and moves his head, calling me over.

I crawl over then mount his waist. Jax smiles up at me, “Flex over me, stud.”

My eyebrows go up, but I don't need to be asked twice. I raise my biceps and show off. Jax rubs my legs from my knees to my red trunks. His fingers slide softly over my swollen cock head. I shudder, but the bodybuilder says, “Bounce those pecs.” I do and he moans, “Damn, that's sweet.” His fingers slide up to my abs and trace them. I put my hands on my hips, tightening them. Jax growls with approval.

Jax asks, “You ready to go?”

I nod, “Let's dry off then get right back into it.”

Round Five

We lockup fast. Jax twists hard and fast, powering me into a headlock. I feel his bicep flex into my temple as my head is crushed against his granite-sculpted body. Damn, he's still as strong as ever. I push on him, but even with allot sweat, I'm not going anywhere. My hands run over his legs as I try to figure out what to do. I can't move them, they're as solid as tree trunks.

Jax makes the decision for me. He flips me over with a hip toss and we crash down. He lands on top of me hard, driving the wind from my body. OOF! I use my legs to bridge, but he's so powerful. His weight crushes down on my pecs as he cranks my neck. This would be easier if we weren't being friendly. I just have to focus on moving him off me.

I reach my left arm underneath, my hand coming up between his legs. He asks, “What’re you up to?” I move my hand around, looking for the right place to grab him. I feel his balls, but I move off fast. Jax squeezes my head, “It's okay, you can rub ‘em. Even give ‘em a little squeeze, if you want.” I involuntarily laugh, but I find my spot.

With one hand resting on his shoulder and the other inside his left leg, I bridge and push, rolling Jax over onto his shoulders. I slip my head free as I push hard to bring his knee to his face. I manage to lock my hands with him cradled into a ball. Jax kicks his free leg, but I hold him in place with his ass up in the air and his shoulders down.

Jax says, “Good move.” Suddenly, he kicks out and my hands are no match for his leg. As soon as he breaks my grip, the muscleman rolls away into a crouch. Wow, smooth. He smiles as I roll onto my knees, frowning. The bodybuilder cop rises first. I plant one foot and start to stand, but instead push off. I hit him in the abs with my shoulder. THUD! He flies backwards as I tackle him down. WHAM! OOF!

We grapple on the mat. We're rolling and shifting, neither of us getting anywhere. Eventually, I get forced onto my back by his overwhelming strength. However, I lock him up with a body scissors and headlock. I feel him grabbing and groping me. I squeeze hard, realizing he might be enjoying this. He groans as he runs his left hand up and down my right side. Oh.

Jax asks, “How do you feel about body punching?”

I laugh, “At this particular moment? With your fists primed at my sides? Probably not good.”

The bodybuilder grips my left ass cheek as his forearm slides across my face, pushing it to the side. My efforts are controlling him, but obviously not hurting him. I open my legs and twist, throwing us over so he's on his back. BAM! Jax pushes up on my body. I lose my facelock as I'm flipped all the way over onto my back. WHAM! The impact stuns me, but only for a second.

I sit up to roll away, but Jax has moved in too fast. He gets me from behind with a rear naked choke. I twist and fight to escape, but he's got me. I feel the pressure and know I'm in trouble. I have to make a fast choice, so I choose not to go out.

TAP! TAP! TAP!

Jax releases me. I cough as he kneels behind me. He massages my shoulders as he pulls me back so I'm leaning against him. He reaches over my shoulder and pats my pec. When he squeezes it, I moan. His hand on my neck and fingers at my nipple make my eyes roll back in my head. Oh. I re-focus, sitting up then rolling onto my knees.

The handsome bodybuilder stands up and extends a hand. I accept the help to my feet, falling into his rock-hard body. I must look frustrated because he says, “You made the right choice, Jae. I could've put you out.”

“Yeah, I figured you could. I don't like to lose, but I don't like to be put out more.”

Jax smiles then starts wiping me down with a clean towel. I let him until he gets to my package. I smile as he fondles me with his towel-covered hand. When it feels more like a handjob than drying off, I stop him, “I'll take it from here, Jax.” He smirks then grabs a towel for himself. We take another break, getting to know each other even better.

Round Six

We circle to go again. I tell him, “I'm okay with body punching, by the way. Nothing crazy, but if you'd punched me, I wouldn't have complained.”

Jax nods with a sinister grin, “Good to know.”

We bump fists then lean forward to lock up. When Jax pushes into me, I try a spin move I used to use to get past guys on the football field. It works, as I circle around the bodybuilder and he falls forward onto his hands and left knee. I grab his right leg and pull back, twisting his ankle. I work the leglock, trying to get a fast submission.

Jax spins, kicking out with his left foot, right into my pecs. THUD! I lose my grip and stumble backwards. He kicks his feet and springs to a crouch. Impressive. I move in at him, but he's ready. He dives in under my arms, grabbing my legs. Jax pulls back, taking my feet out from under me. I fall onto my back. WHAM! OOF! He lifts my legs then flips me into a Boston crab.

I moan as the powerhouse squats in the pro-style hold. Call it what you want, by my back hurts. Fuck! I try to push him off me, but I can't. I realize how strong he is, but I can't stay like this much longer. I throw my body to the right, flipping him over and freeing my legs. I scramble to my feet then dive onto his back.

Jax reaches back, grabbing behind my head. He throws his body forward, flipping me over his shoulder and slamming me down onto my back. WHAM! The bodybuilder comes in behind with a chinlock. UNH! Tight. He suddenly throws himself back, dragging me with him. I feel his tree trunk legs wrap around my body as he reaches over my shoulders and grips my pecs.

I gasp as he fondles my chest while crushing my waist. It's so fucking confusing. I'm loving the chest play, but my side are killing me. I groan as he gropes chest. He suddenly makes fists then pounds my thick, meaty pecs. THUD! THUD! THUD! The intensity increases as I lie back against him, unable to mount any effective resistance. Damn. THUD! THUD! THUD!

I move my hands to block the chest abuse, but he swears them away. THUD! THUD! THUD! I try to sit up, but he grabs under my chin and pulls me back. He puts his right arm over my face and I'm buried in his armpit. Oh. He switches back to gentle caresses and nipple play. My body goes limp from the torture. I taste his salty sweat as I cry out. Oh fuck, Jae, get it together.

Jax releases my head and pulls up to a seated position. He grips my right pec and kisses my neck. I moan. Suddenly he switches into a full nelson. I get pulled back hard, my body stretched out on his. My shoulders are crushed and my sides collapse in his body scissors. I cry out in shock then in pain. The switch from erotic wrestling to submission has me off-balance. Duh. I realize, that's exactly the point.

I fight not to give. Jax has outsmarted me. Oh fuck, his leg presses down on my hard cock. FUCK! The bodybuilder cranks hard, but I resist. He releases me, throwing me over onto my stomach. I feel his hand on my ass, squeezing my left ass cheek. Fuck, he's all over me. I push to roll away, but he grabs my shoulder and powers me back down on my stomach.

Jax grabs my wrists then powers both my hands behind my back. He mounts my ass as he pushes up on the double hammerlock. I fight, but he's too strong. The muscle hunk falls forward, lying on my back, my arms trapped between our bodies. His weight holds me in position as I feel his hard cock pressed against my ass.

As I struggle, Jax casually wraps his arm under my neck and pulls up. Damn, I'm locked in a choke. I whimper as I feel him slide into position. I'm so helpless. As he moves, he's dry humping my bubble butt, only two layers of thin spandex stopping him from fucking me. I pull on my arms, but the pressure on my neck comes fast. I don't go out, but the threat is there.

Fuck, he's toying with me. Enjoying the feeling. We both know he could put me out. We talked about it. I squirm under him, but even if I get my hands free, he'll just tighten the choke before I can use them.

“I give, I give.”

Jax lets go. He puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes up. I move my arms to my side. The bodybuilder rolls to the side. He reaches under my chest and hip. With a tight grip on my pec and package, he rolls me onto my back as he kneels beside me. I let him feel me up, running his hand over my tired muscles. He nods then goes to grab water and towels.

Control

Jax checks me out.

“Damn, you're still hard as fuck, Jae. You ever go soft?” I just smile. Jax lies beside me, shaking his head, “Cody's a lucky man.”

Jax caresses my swollen cock inside my trunks. I moan at the feeling. He's worked me out hard, but this part feels good. I struggle to focus on something other than his hand. I can't. Wrestling can get me uncontrollably hot, if you push the right buttons. And Jax has done that. I'm enjoying the sensation when the beautiful bodybuilder puts his lips on my nipple. I gasp.

I push weakly on his shoulder as he combines two erotic attacks. I whimper, too exhausted from the wrestling to fight back. My hand probably feels like I'm caressing him. In fact, I'm sure it does, because he steps up the lips and hand action. Cody said it would be okay to do stakes. We could do this and there'd be no problems. Why am I resisting? Oh fuck.

The handsome hunk pulls off then slides on top of me. He mashes his bulge on mine, “You're gorgeous, you know that, right?” I smile and moan. Another wrong signal, because he leans in and kisses me. The kiss is intense. It's what I need to get my focus back. I turn my head and push him off. I roll away onto my knees. The muscle cop looks surprised.

Jax apologizes, “I'm sorry. I got carried away. Wrestling does that to me.”

I give him a small smile, acknowledging the truth, “It's okay. I'm the one who's sorry. I gave you mixed signals, but that's just because that's what wrestling does to me, too.”

The bodybuilder smiles, “Huh, we are similar, after all. Two guys who lose control while wrestling. Even cost me my big comeback match.”

“Oh yeah. I saw the video. You decided playing with Cody’s ass was more important than delivering your piledriver finisher.”

“And his ass is nothing compared to yours, so you can guess how I'm feeling right now.” He rests his hand on his package. It's easily as hard as mine, but even bigger. He abruptly says, “I should go.”

“What? Why?”

Jax tightens his grip on his manhood in his black trunks then shakes it, “Because of this. We made a deal. No stakes. I don't wanna make you uncomfortable, man.”

“You're not. I didn't mean you had to go. We can still wrestle. The groping. The fondling. It's all great. Maybe just no kissing. You're a great kisser. That could lead to something.” We look at each. I smirk, “But, if you just can't control yourself around me because I'm so hot, I understand.”

Jax laughs, the sexual tension eased. He says, “Oh? Horny boy thinks he can keep it together and I can't?” He gives me a smirk, letting me know the challenge is fun, not serious.

I smirk back, “I'm not the one running away.”

“Running away? Oh, that's it. We're back on for another fall.”

Round Seven

Jax helps me to my feet, but he pulls me into a tight bearhug. ARGH! My legs go weak almost immediately as he crushes my spine. Oh fuck, it's like he's still as strong as ever. I push on his shoulders, fighting the pain while figuring out my next move. I put my right forearm across his chin and cheek then push out, forcing his head back. The bodybuilder grunts.

I feel the hold easing, but he's still got me locked. I plant my feet as I move my right arm. I grab Jax around the shoulders, barely able to lock my hands. With all the strength I have. I twist with my arms and push up with my legs. The sudden force powers the muscleman off his feet and we topple to the mat with me on top. SPLAT! The impact breaks the bearhug. PHEW!

I fight to control his arms and legs with my own, but Jax is tough to wrangle. I manage to get his right arm pinned to his head while I straddle his waist. My pecs smooth his face as I fight to control him. We're very slippery with sweat, which actually helps me as it takes his power away. The bodybuilder plants his feet, but they slip out on the moist mat.

Jax pushes on my side with his free arm, but he can't move me. I feel his hot breath between my pecs as he says, “You got me tight, but I'm not giving to this. Better think of something more.”

I stretch my body out as I squeeze his head and arm tighter. He moans under me, but he's right. All I'm doing is controlling him. I slide my leg up then lift my knee onto his stomach. I keep him controlled as I dig my knee into his abs. Jax groans, “Oh fuck. That's pretty good.” I smile until he throws his body to the side. With my leg on his body, I can't stop him.

We flip over onto our sides. He squirms free of my headlock and then tackles me onto my back. I get my legs around his body, locking him in a scissors as he pins my hands down over my head. Jax pushes up, bending me onto my shoulders again. I either give up the scissors or he's going to cradle me with all his weight on my neck. Damn.

I decide to fight the pin, pushing with my arms and legs at the same time. He's too heavy and powerful. Suddenly, he lets go of my hands, grabbing me behind my head. He pulls my head up, straining my neck as he locks on a front facelock. I'm curled into a ball, my legs not in position to apply any real pressure. Ow. I twist and push, but he's got me locked up.

Jax asks if I want to give, but I keep squirming. With our sweaty bodies, I can twist a little, but it hurts. I open my legs for more mobility then push on his body. My head slips free and I immediately try to attack, going for an armbar. The black powerhouse resists, preventing me from locking it on. He tries to get me in a headlock, but I slip free.

It's chaos as we grapple on the slick mat. Our muscles strain. Mine scream. It's fast and furious and we roll and flop all over the vinyl surface. Neither one of us can get control. I fight to focus, although his hands are all over me. I can't tell what's accidental and what's deliberate. Not that it matters. It's all hot and distracting. I'm not stopping to ask, because the minute I give in, he'll get me in something I can't escape.

I block him from grabbing my head. I roll through every push he makes, staying on top or to the side. We're both grunting loudly. I'm going for armlocks, headlocks or anything that traps him, but I can't get it right. I don't know what he's going for. All I know is that his hands keep running over my shaft in my trunks as he pushes me around. His mouth is at my neck, his hot breath hitting my ear. My pecs are squeezed and fondled. My nipple flicked. Oh fuck.

Jax gets behind me. Uh oh. His arm comes across my throat and I feel his other hand squeezing my ass. He moves it, heading up my back to lock on a choke of some kind. I throw my body back and we fly backwards. SPLAT! We land hard, looking at the ceiling. I'm on top of him. It's enough to keep him from getting that choke on.

I try to sit up and pull away, but he reaches around and grabs both my pecs. He squeezes my meaty chest, using it to pull me back on top of him. I moan as he wraps his legs around my waist in a body scissors. His arms power up, trapping me in a full nelson. Damn. I'm locked up tight. And tired. My shoulders collapse under the pressure. ARGH!

Jax squeezes as he pulls up with the nelson and down with the scissors. My torso is stretched out as he just plain overpowers me. I fight not to give. I try to power out, but I can't. I'm not sure I ever could, but the extended grappling session has my muscles twitching. The bodybuilder has complete control over me and I'm sure he knows it.

I suddenly feel his heel against my manhood. Uh oh. I moan involuntarily, my voice higher pitched, expressing more pleasure than pain. Jax squeezes on the nelson and scissors. ARGH! It hurts, but what I notice most is his foot pressing on my trapped erection. I whimper. It doesn't help that he's breathing on the back of my neck. Oh fuck, I'm so horny.

The handsome hunk releases the hold and pushes me off him. He says, “Damn, must not’ve had that on right. Sounded like you were enjoying it.”

I roll away. Somehow, my distracted, erotic reaction has convinced him it didn't hurt and was only turning me on. My massive cock in my red briefs only supports that conclusion. I get to hands and knees. I put one foot down then push up. It's tough to move, but I have another chance. I have to find my adrenaline and see if I can win something today.

I spin around, wobbly on my feet. Unfortunately, I spin right into Jax. He's waiting, immediately grabbing me around my neck and head. I push on his body, but I'm locked up in a front-facing sleeper. A Kiss of Death. I feel his bulge on mine. He's swinging hips, smacking our pouches together. I moan as I punch his sides. THUD! THUD! THUD! Nothing. I can't break free.

Jax squeezes and my legs go weak. He forces me down to my knees then onto my back. I'm like a ragdoll in his arms. He lies on top of me, crushing me while keeping me dazed. I punch him again. POW! POW! POW! Nope, I'm too weak to make him feel it. He's got me. I'm just lucky he's not putting me out. I put my hand on his shoulder. I've got no choice.

TAP! TAP! TAP!

The muscleman lets go, but stays on top of me. I relax under him, getting my focus back. I'm so wiped out. Damn, this was a hot afternoon.

Should Jax Stay Or Should He Go?

I feel Jax sit up, mounting my waist. He plants his ass on my cock while rubbing my pecs. It doesn't help my hard-on go down, nor is it comfortable. My dick feels trapped, held down when it needs to spring up. I look up and he's smiling down at me. He asks if I'm okay.

I reply, “I'm cool, but if you could just move up a bit?”

Jax laughs and slides up. He pins my shoulders with his shins, his balls at my chin and his thin black spandex trunks stretched out thanks to his huge rod. He asks, “Better?” I look at his package. I look back to him and raise an eyebrow. He smiles, “I get it. I'll get off. I mean, get off you. Can I at least flex on you for a second? You might've guessed, that's a thing for me.”

I smile, “Flex away. You deserve it, man. I'm done. You wore me out.”

I watch patiently as he lifts his arms one at a time then together. Impressive. It's weird having a client who's already so perfect, but I like the challenge of trying to improve on perfection. I try to see flaws, but at this point, I'm just in awe of his power, skill and meat. Damn, that's looking good. What a fucking stud. The bodybuilder slides off to relax next to me.

Jax caresses my body as he lies beside me. He whispers, “Fuck, you're amazing. Your skin. Your chest. Your abs. This little trail of fur.” As he runs his finger from my navel to the top of my briefs, it tickles. I squirm so he stops, resting his hand on my chest. He says, “Jae, you wrestle a lot of different guys now.”

I moan as he plays with my pecs, “Yeah.”

“And you have stakes with them.”

I admit, “Yeah.” My cock is throbbing so hard in my trunks. It's painful. I reach down and shimmy my way out of them, getting naked. So much better. I fluff my balls as my rock-hard cock hovers over my pelvis.

Jax whispers, “Whoa.”

I hear him swallow hard as he looks at my naked body. I know I'm being a tease. I know what he wants. Even free of its prison, my manhood is screaming. My skin is tingling. I make the mistake of looking into his eyes. We just stare. He leans towards me. I tell myself to turn away, but he's fondling my nipple. I remember that Cody was okay with it. I let him kiss me again.

Jax pulls away. He says, “I'm sorry.” I grab his hand and put it on my cock. He grips me tightly. I lift my lips towards his for another kiss, but he suddenly backs off like my lips are radioactive or something. My head falls back as I look at him with surprise. He takes his hand off my throbbing rod and puts it on my left pec. He looks me up and down.

The muscle hunk says, “I'm sorry, Jae, but we can't kiss again.”

I ask, “What's wrong? It's okay. I've changed my mind on stakes.”

The muscular cop stares into my eyes and sighs, “Jae, you're a good guy. If you weren't, maybe things would be different. We made a deal. No stakes. Now, we're caught up in the heat of the moment, but trust me, you don't want this. I've been exactly where you are now. I don't want you to do something you're going to regret. And I think you'll regret this.”

I rise up onto my elbows. I get myself together. He's actually right. I say in a soft voice, “Wow. Thank you, Jax.” I pause then smile, “You're a really good guy.”

Jax sighs then falls onto his back, exhausted. He says, “Good guys finish last, right?”

“I think that's nice guys.” I see his cock straining in his tight speedo. I'm still rock-hard, too. I say, “I think good guys can finish together. If you want.”

The bodybuilder cop looks at me as I lie back, grabbing my cock. He strips off his briefs then moves in tight beside me. We start jerking slowly. I watch him pump as he watches me. Our grunts fill the empty gym. Damn, his big cock is beautiful. I force myself to slow down, but my pump is primed. I fight to hold back, but I can't. I explode all over my smooth torso.

I close my eyes as I milk myself dry. I don't stop until I'm soft in my hand. I grab my trunks to wipe my hand off. Damn. With me finished, Jax picks up the pace on his massive rod. I roll towards him and put my lips around his nipple. He groans as I suck on it, flicking it with my tongue. I caress his body as I work his amazing chest.

My efforts pay off. Jax is gasping as he warns me he's about to shoot. I roll away just before he erupts. The load is huge, with the first ropes stretching up past where my head just was. He coats his dark brown skin with hot white cum as he squeezes his shaft until it's just dripping. He wipes the final drops off onto his thumb then looks at me as he licks them off.

We smile at each other. I tell him, “Thank you, Jax. I was nervous about today, but it was great. And I really appreciate you keeping perspective. You totally could've taken advantage of me.”

Jax smiles and holds out his hand. We bump fists as he says, “Respect, man.”

As we rise, Jax offers to help me clean up. I decline, but he insists. Together, we make short work of wiping down the mats. The towels are tossed into the hamper and we grab fresh ones on our way to the showers.

We make small talk as we soap down. I learn that, like me, he's bicultural. My parents are Korean and American, while his are Nigerian and American. We have a lot in common, from the obsession around education to the balancing of traditions from both parents. I ask him about being a cop and a bodybuilder. It's fascinating. He asks about my college football career and what made me become a trainer. I feel like I get to know him more as a real person, rather than just a body I'm building or my boyfriend's ex. And I really like Jax the person. Wow.

After he leaves, I lock the door behind him then head upstairs for a snack.

Upstairs in Cody’s Home

I open my eyes. Oh shit, it's an hour later. I fell asleep in this oversized recliner. Cody's lounging on his orange leather sofa opposite me. He's shirtless in black spandex pants. My boyfriend looks up over from the TV. He has a smile on his face as he puts the sound down and sits up.

Cody's been chilling while I slept.

“Jax really wore you out, didn't he?”

I say, “You could say that.”

“Cool. So, it went well? I sensed you were a little nervous when I left this morning.”

“I was, but it went great. Jax is actually a really good guy. We wrestled. He kicked my ass.” Cody makes a sad face. “It's okay, I think that I actually did pretty well. I got one fall and matched him in a test of strength.”

Cody furrows his brow, “That's not an ass kicking, babe. Sounds like you did awesome. So Jax won. How'd you like that?”

I recognize his smirk, so I add, “We didn't fuck. Just jerked off together.”

My boyfriend frowns, “Huh, I thought for sure that he'd fuck you if he won.”

“Really? He was handsy and we did kiss a little, but I told you stakes were off the table.”

Cody shrugs, “You did tell me that. But if there's one thing Jax knows how to do, it's identify and exploit a target’s weakness. And you happen to have a very sexy weakness and an amazing ass, my love. I was sure that there was no way Jax could pass that up.”

“Well, he did. I'd like to say I overcame my … weakness, but he's actually the one who cooled things down when they got too hot.”

“Well, don't take it personally. I'm sure deep down he wanted you.”

I laugh, “It's okay. My ego is just fine. You know, not many guys would be comforting their man for NOT having sex with another guy.”

Cody gives me a sexy smirk, “You should know by now that I'm not most guys. At least you avoid any uncomfortable dynamics. I assume you're going to keep working with him?”

I nod, “Definitely. He's got drive, he's easy to work with and he's connecting me with other cops. I've got two new appointments next week. He says he knows a couple of firefighters and EMTs who might be interested. If I can get in with them, just imagine the rotating roster I could build just from referrals. I could help you out more with the expenses for downstairs.”

“Well, focus on landing them first. But that's awesome. I guess we need to work out a schedule for my gym if we're going to be so busy.”

“And I owe it all to you, Cody. I'd still be a junior trainer hustling for scraps if not for your help and advice.” My boyfriend waves off my appreciation like it's nothing. It's not nothing. I tell him, “Seriously. I owe you big time.”

Cody walks over to me. I smile at the outline of his big cock in his black tights before he sits beside me. We squeeze together on the recliner, our bodies pressed tight. I rub his bare chest then slide my hand down, unable to resist his cock. He kisses me and we cuddle close.

My boyfriend says, “Jae, you'd be successful no matter what. Yeah, it might've taken a little longer, but you'd make it. I'm the one with the debt in this relationship. You make me a better man, which is way more important than a few clients.”

I feel overwhelmed by his admission. I'm about to respond when Cody pulls me forward into a romantic kiss. Oh, he's the best kisser. I melt, helpless as we explore each other like we just met. Cody whispers, “Why don't you tell me all about the match while we clean you up?”

“I am clean.”

“You won't be for long.”

My boyfriend pulls me into the bedroom then he strips me. Cody pushes me onto the bed and climbs on top of me. His tights come off and we make love with Cody topping me. True to his word, we're dirty boys when we head to his huge steam shower. I enjoy the feeling of his big, strong hands washing me down. Cody caresses me, adding in kisses and sensual massage. I tell him about the match, which gets us both hot. I lose myself to his powerful hands before he takes me from behind in the steamy shower.

Later, as Cody makes dinner, I just stare and smile at him working away in the kitchen. I set the table, unable to stop smiling. I can't help it. I feel so relaxed and happy, knowing just how incredibly lucky I am.

The End