Encounters: The Family Reunion

Williams Family Reunion 2019.

“Hey. What up, BP?”

I’m standing behind Mike Powell aka Big Pow aka BP. His head lifts slightly as he asks into the air, “D.J.?” He spins to see if it's really me. When he sees it is, the 28-year old, 6’1”/240-lbs muscleman freezes. He tries to stay chill, but I see the cracks in his calm exterior.

I wait silently, watching his shoulders and arms tense.

Mike finally reaches his hand out, “David Jackson. What are you doin’ here, man?”

Me. David Jackson. DJ, for short.

We grab hands and bro hug. I breathe in deep, getting Big Pow’s scent again. It's been too long. We hold just a little longer than we probably should, but not long enough so it's weird if anyone is watching. When we break, we just stare at each other again. I'm trying to stop myself from tackling him to the ground. It’s hard not to. I hope he’s doing the same, but I can’t look.

Looking at his handsome bearded face, impossibly broad shoulders and massive pecs in his white tank top isn’t helping. He looks good. Nah, he looks GREAT. It takes me back to the heat of summer 2013, a summer that I still think about today. Six years and my feelings have only grown.

Mike Powell aka Big Pow aka BP.

I get why he's surprised to see me at his annual family reunion. We're in a field near a forest and pond in rural Mississippi. Beautiful, but not somewhere you just run into folks by accident. Last he knew, I lived in Germany. He's part of the reuniting family. I'm not. I know over half the 200 people here, but I'm connected by relationships, not blood.

Mike’s younger brother James (family calls him Little Pow or LP, but I don’t - he secretly hates that nickname) was my best friend growing up. We did everything together, including taking each other’s virginity on a fishing trip. I practically lived at Ma Pow’s. She always treated me like I was one of her own, so I've been at a lot of their family functions. Just not recently, because I've been stationed overseas since I joined the army right after high school.

James Powell aka Little Pow aka LP.

I answer Big Pow’s question as simply as I can, “Ma Pow invited me, my Mom, Dad.”

“Course she did. But where’d you come from? Not all the way from Germany?”

I breathe in deep. Here goes. “No, not Germany. I’m here.”

“Here?”

“I'm officially a civilian again. Served the country. Got my degree. And now, I’m moving back. Got a job in the IT department with Federal Parcel Service. See what happens.”

Mike’s jaw actually drops open. He processes what I’m saying, nodding slowly. We're left staring at each other again. He finally says, “No one told me.”

I shrug, “I told Ma Pow and James. Figured they'd tell you.”

“Really?”

I hesitate, “Yeah. I don't know. I figured it'd be news. Besides, I didn't know how to get to you on the DL. I didn't think I should ask for your number. We’re not even connected on social.”

“I appreciate your discretion, bro. I don’t know if LP - well, you know.” I nod. I do know. We stand in silence. Again. He just says, “Damn.”

Suddenly, we're swarmed by family and pulled in different directions. We don't see each other for the rest of the day as he goes with his friends and I go with mine. I feel like I never stop talking. There are a lot of veterans here. They're proud of my service and want me to know and want to know about my life. Some guys never left a US base, but I was sent all over. I talk a lot about the places I've been. Everyone’s curious. Folks who've been to the same places. Folks who've never been, but wanna travel. And even the folks who'll never go anywhere you can't get to by car. They all wanna know about me. I get tired of repeating the same stories, but that's how family works. Even if it's someone else’s.

The last part of the day I hang with James and my play cousins, catching up. I can tell James is hoping for us to hook up again, but I steer him away from that. I just want my best friend back. Nothing romantic. He hints for a while, but luckily, we’re always with other people. Now that I can’t hide out overseas, I know we’ll have to have a deeper talk about our relationship. It’s six years overdue, but this isn’t the time or place.

At midnight, I need some quiet. I chill by the pond, exhausted. It's still so fuckin’ hot and humid. I'm not used to this anymore. The stars and moon are so bright. Say what you want about the country, but the stars sure are bigger and brighter here. I put my beer down then strip off my shirt. That’s better. I lie down on the picnic table, just staring up. Thinking.

Looking at the stars. Thinking.

It was a great day. The only thing I regret is -

“Hey again.”

I recognize that voice. I fight to keep still and keep looking at the stars, “Hey.”

Mike asks, “Mind if I chill with you? I need a break.”

“Me too.” I calmly add, “Been distracted all day.”

“Me too.”

“Same reason?”

“Same reason.”

Mike sits on the bench part of the table to my right. He peels off his tank. I can’t not look. Still amazing. He lies back and we just stare up.

Mike's thinking, too.

I let my hand fall down towards him. It just hangs there. Untouched. Unacknowledged. We don't speak. Both probably thinking about that summer. Suddenly, I feel his hand. He grabs mine and squeezes. I still don't say anything, but I just got all I need. For now.

Six Years Ago.

As we lie there staring up at the skies, I think back six years. BP is four years older than me. When me and James were headed to high school, he was headed to college. So, I knew him, but didn't really know him, you know? I knew that he was popular and James really looked up to his big brother. Big Pow was his hero. Captain of the wrestling team, started on the football team and earned valedictorian. But we never hung out. He was more legend than person to me.

Until the summer of 2013. I was 18. Graduated high school. I signed up for the army but wasn't getting deployed until September. Now that we were ‘adults’, Ma Powell used her connections to get me and James a summer job doing surveying for the state. Great work for college students and the same job she got Mike years earlier. He was still doing it every summer.

Since Big Pow had been doing it for a while, he got to lead a team paired with a rookie. Me. As summer crew, we got sent to the most remote places where the full-timers wouldn’t go. It was easy work, but boring and dirty. All day, going around into fields, forests, swamps, anywhere, planting our stakes, taking our measurements. We'd stay at some cheap roadside motel for the night before doing it again. We came home on Friday night then back out early Monday morning. The money was good, especially since rooms and meals were covered and if you stayed and ate cheap, you could actually make money on the stipend.

We quickly got to know each other for the first time. For example, I found out he was into pro wrestling at the Shady Swamp motel. Like I said, the smart play was to stay and eat cheap and this was the cheapest. Walls were so thin, I could hear his TV on the same channel as my TV. WWL War. My Monday show since I was a kid. I thought it was cool we liked the same thing, but then I couldn't hear his TV. I heard banging. Then an angry call.

When he hung up, he banged on the wall, asking me if he could come over. I looked down at my naked body and semi-hard cock. I wanted to pound one out while I watched, but quickly said yes. I mean, how could I say no? I pulled on my workout shorts and met him at the door. He was just in workout shorts, too. BP casually hopped on my bed and I lied down beside him.

Looks like I'm having company.

Oh shit. Mike's here.

We watched pro wrestling together on my bed that night, shirtless in thin shorts. I hadn’t watched it without jerking my cock in a long time. It was kind of boring, but I liked talking with him. Nothing else happened. Really. He went back to his room when the show was over, but I swear I saw his cock moving in his shorts while we watched. He shifted and lifted the leg on my side, blocking my view. But I saw what I saw. Did he like wrestling like I like wrestling?

It didn’t matter. I knew that I would never find out. I couldn’t do that to James. He loved me and always felt less than his brother. Us hooking up would feel like a betrayal, even if there was nothing technically wrong with it.

Only problem was that I was 18 and horny 24/7. If Mike kept coming over to watch wrestling half-naked and looking like a sexy beast, I knew it might be trouble.

Trouble.

Three days later when WWL Beatdown was on, we watched together again on my motel bed at the Creekview Inn. I didn’t offer. He didn’t ask. We just did it. By the next Monday, when WWL War was on again and we were back on my motel bed at the Super 6. I realized that this was now a thing we were going to do all summer and there was nothing I could do about it.

That second Monday night, something did happen. It's weird, because I remember every detail now, but at the time, it all happened so fast I didn't realize what was happening until I woke up alone in my bed, covered in sweat and cum. I even thought it was a dream when I first woke up, but the dried cum on my body confirmed it all really happened.

It started simple enough. Big Pow and I were talking about wrestlers we liked. He was all about the big men, especially heels. I liked the underdogs. He laughed at me liking the guys who get beat up, the jobbers. I defended my guys, saying they had it rougher than his guys, always having to take the punishment without the glory. He called me a bleeding heart and said he hoped the army toughened me up. I punched him in the arm and he laughed.

We talked about moves we liked. I liked one variation of a Boston crab that Bobby Babylon used, because he was a little guy getting big guys to tap. Mike said it was bullshit that a monster like Big Time Beckett would give to that. He got that TV wrestling outcomes were pre-determined, but that was too fake for him. In the heat of the moment, I told him I'd been put in that hold and it hurts. That shut him up.

The older stud let it hang there. He didn't ask where or by who, maybe he didn’t care. Maybe Mike just figured out it was just me, his brother and our friends fooling around. BP suddenly shocked me. He said for me to put the hold on him. I hesitated. He took that as proof he was right and started teasing me. That got me mad enough to just do it. I just had to work out in my head how it went.

I put the bedspread on the floor and put him on his back. He was smirking but did what I told him. Mike looked up and said if I got him to submit, he’d pay for my meals for the week out of his stipend. I nodded and reciprocated with the same offer in reverse. The bet was made.

I grabbed his ankles and lifted his thick legs. I can picture how his shorts slid down revealing the thickest, most sculpted legs I’d ever seen. I still remember how heavy they were. Solid like they were made of metal, but warm and smooth. I wanted to caress them, but I had a job to do. The fabric pooled at his hips. I was so tempted to open his legs wider, but I didn’t.

I looked away from the large mound under the nylon shorts between his legs. We locked eyes. He was so cocky looking with his arms spread out wide, daring me to submit him. Like he was the one toying with me, even though I was about to put him in a serious hold. I asked if he was sure. He said he was. I told him I didn’t want to hurt him. He told me to quit stalling.

Okay, I warned, here comes the Babylon Breaker.

It wasn’t easy, but I flipped him over. My leg was between his and I crossed his ankles, locking them in my right armpit. When I sat back in the crab, he grunted. With his legs folded, he was trapped. I leaned back and really bent his back. Like most big musclemen, Mike wasn’t very flexible. He cried out. For real. I could tell he was trying to be cool, but he couldn’t. A soft ‘oh fuck’ came from behind me.

I sat to compress his spine and he let out a long slow moan. I asked if he was okay. He grunted an unconvincing ‘yeah, I’m great’. He started to push up and try to kick out. I told him I could feel him fighting me, which seemed against the rules. I offered that if it hurt that bad, I could just let him go. Those words hung there. ‘Let him go’. His little brother’s punk friend had him.

I could tell from his growl that I’d insulted his manhood. I didn’t care. I had Big Pow at my mercy and I was loving it. He stopped fighting me, but he was shifting to ease the pressure. I focused on bending him, gradually increasing the pressure. With every move, he let out a louder groan of surprise and pain. I told him I was only halfway. He let out a ‘fuck off’.

Without the ability to counter my hold, Mike had to suffer. And he did. I wasn’t going to let him escape. I finally applied as much pressure as I could. He tapped. Like legit tapped. I released his legs and turned to see him lying there moaning. His mountainous ass was up as he squirmed. His shorts were wedged between his cheeks. Fuck, he was so hot. BP slid back and stretched out his back. He never said a word as I waited.

I could tell that Big Pow was pissed at himself, but when he rose up, he was cool with me. I mean, I'd done what he asked and been proven right. He confirmed I was eating on him all week. I was gracious, treating him with the respect he deserved. Working with him, I was actually learning how cool he was about everything and I already liked him a lot.

The challenge was over, but it actually started something. It started us putting moves on each other. Our favorite wrestling moves. No bets, just for fun. We pretended our hard-ons didn't exist, but they did. Ain’t no hiding the truth. The holds were hot and Mike was a fucking stud. I gave to him. He gave to me. We both got sweaty, pumped and sore.

After I’d submitted BP for the third time, he casually told me not to worry about it. It didn’t mean anything because we were letting each other apply the holds. He was right about that. I took the bait and offered up really wrestling. I knew it was a trap, but I wanted to be trapped by him. He smirked and bounced his pecs at me. I could see the hungry look in his eyes.

We got to wrestling on my motel room bed. No particular style. Just roughhousing as Ma Pow used to call it. We didn't talk rules; we knew what to do. We also didn’t talk bets or what was going to happen after we wrestled. I guess we knew that, too.

Mike stared me down and I suddenly felt intimidated. Right from the first lockup, I knew I was dead meat. I was legally a man, but still not fully built. Not like I am now. And not like he was then. I learned fast how right he was about how I could get him because he was letting me put the holds on him. When we were facing off for real, it was a whole different deal. At first, he played with me, casually pushing me away like I was nothing.

I tried to use speed. I dove in and he literally swatted me away. I fell to my right, landing on my hands and knees. This time, BP was on my back immediately. He forced me face down onto the bed and locked on a full nelson. I struggled, but once his hands were locked, that was it. He rolled us over and squeezed. I bridged, but he wrapped those tree trunk legs around my waist.

Give me credit for fighting, though. I struggled, but he had control. I was strong but he was MIGHTY. I mean that. Like a superman, BP crushed my body. I couldn’t believe he was this strong. I knew he was still toying with me. I grunted and strained. I started to sweat. He was doing nothing but holding me in place. My ego kept me going, but I couldn’t escape.

When I finally stopped fighting, he said, “You done squirming?”

In response, I fought some more. And so, he squeezed his legs and pulled on the nelson. My body stretched out, my shoulders and sides collapsed and my neck cramped. I cried out in pain and had to admit the truth. One move in and I was done more than just my squirming. I had to give. I gave him my submission verbally, because my flailing hands had nothing to tap.

Mike released me and rolled me over. I lied there, face down as he chilled beside me. I was so embarrassed. I immediately realized that we were fulfilling our roles, with Mike as the kind of big heel he loved and me as the kind of fighting jobber I loved. He said as much, asking if I even tried. I told him to fuck off. He laughed and smacked my ass, “Good to hear it.”

The ripped powerhouse chilled on the bed beside me. He was flipping channels, saying how much late-night TV sucked. I tried to surprise him by diving on top of him. I pinned his arms down and slid my legs inside his. I open him up into a grapevine. I knew he wasn’t that flexible, so I thought I might be able to get him. He fought me and flipped us over, getting on top of me.

I let out a frustrated ‘fuck’ when he mounted me. He swatted my head like I was a bratty little brother. I bridged and toppled him off. I grabbed him in a headlock and squeezed as hard as I could. He groaned in pain and I felt good. Until he powered out, which he did two seconds later. One second later, my wrist was up my back in a hammerlock.

BP pushed me forward, face first onto the bed. He put his forearm across the back of my head and pressed his weight down on me. The hammerlock was hurting, but I could tell he wasn’t going for a submission yet. I squirmed under him again, my ass rising and shifting against his bulge. He moaned and I froze. I felt his hips thrust down and he was dry humping me. Fuck.

I moaned, low and slow, just like he did. He slowly rode me and I lifted my ass up higher. Neither of us said anything, but we didn’t have to. Message sent and message received. From that point on, we both knew where things were headed and we both wanted it.

Mike groaned, “You’re trapped.”

I admitted, “I know.”

“Wanna give?”

“Not to this. Doesn’t even hurt.”

Suddenly, he pushed and my wrist was forced up higher. I let out a cry and he laughed, “How about now?”

I shook my head as much as I could with my face buried on the bed and his arm pushing it down. He said, “I guess I was wrong. You don’t need to toughen up. You’re already a tough guy.” I moaned approvingly, excited by his praise, even though I wasn’t proving much more than I had a decent pain tolerance. Still, it was respect and I was proud to have earned his.

Mike casually said, “I’d prefer a co-worker with two working arms. You don’t have to prove anything to me.”

I felt more pressure and I admitted what we both knew, “Okay, you got me. I give.”

BP let go and rolled off. He grabbed the remote again and went back to flipping through channels. He asked if I liked wrestling porn. I didn’t know what that meant, so he went to his room while I worked out my shoulder.

Mike returned with his laptop then showed me a video from a place called Black Wrestling Web. He scrolled to two hot musclemen wrestling in a dark basement. One had a loincloth on and the other was in a thong. Their asses were out and jiggly. It was simple man vs. man as they mat wrestled, sweating and straining. It was so hot that I had to grab my cock and jerk it.

BP pushed my hand away from my dick. He said the video wasn’t the end, just inspiration. He wanted us to keep wrestling. I nodded, wanting that, too. Mike put the laptop on the table facing us. With his back to me, I couldn’t resist. I slid up behind him then grabbed him in a reverse bearhug. He grunted, part surprised, part aroused and maybe a little bit of pain. I squeezed as hard as I could.

I did my best, but he wouldn’t give. I let go and lifted my arms, forcing him into a full nelson. Or at least trying. His shoulders were so thick that it was hard work to get my fingers to even meet, much less lock them in place. Suddenly, his shoulders relaxed and I managed to lock my hands. I suspected he let me, because he was facing the laptop and he started grinding his ass against me.

I probably could’ve shot my load right there, but I focused. I squeezed and he moaned. I was feeling like I had him until he spread his lats and powered his arms down. I was a strong kid, but he broke the full nelson like it was nothing. BP locked my arms against his side with his arms then just backed us up to the bed. With no effort, he pushed us back and we fell on the bed with his weight crushing me. BOOF! UNH! I moaned under him.

Mike sat up and grabbed my wrist. He dragged me off the bed and spun in front of him. He locked me in a reverse bearhug. Now, I was looking at the laptop. As he squeezed the life out of me, I watched two muscleman battle. I suddenly felt BP humping me. I gripped his forearms and moaned. It felt so good to be trapped in his arms. Painful, but so good.

I let him hump me while I watched gay porn wrestling, but I knew I couldn’t go down like this. I fought hard to break free. It surprised him. I guess he figured I was submitting. I bent forward and reached between my legs to grab his. I pulled up as hard as I could and lifted his foot. Mike tried to keep his balance, but he couldn’t. He stumbled back, dragging me with him.

We crashed on the bed with me on top. I broke free of his arms, but he got his legs up and around my waist. He locked his ankles in front of me as he lied on the bed. I tried to pull him forward off the bed, but he squeezed harder and I lost focus. As I stood there, trapped, I saw the loincloth guy getting crushed in a head scissors. I felt his pain for real as I suffered.

I had no choice. I tapped Mike’s leg, “I GIVE! I GIVE!”

BP opened his legs and let me stumble forward. I kept focused on the laptop, unable to look away. Loincloth guy was in a rear naked choke now. Would he give? Was he done? The guy was way more ripped with these massive pecs, but there he was, losing like a bitch. Suddenly, Mike came up behind me. He wrapped his arms around my head in a rear naked choke.

I gasped as he held me. Mike whispered, “You like Tigro, don’t you? A muscle beast in his little loincloth. Yeah, that’s the kind of guy you like, isn’t it?” I gripped his forearms and nodded, unable to speak. “Yeah, I like him, too. I like seeing him wrecked, but you want to see him win, don’t you?” I nodded again. BP squeezed a little harder, “You think he’ll break free? Will you?”

I struggled hard, but unless I did something dirty, I was never getting out of this hold. On the screen, the incredible Tigro did break free. I tried again to counter using the same method, but I couldn’t. I tapped, failing where the muscleman on the laptop succeeded. Mike let go and backed off. He patted my ass, “We won’t count that one. You weren’t expecting me.”

I turned, “Are you expecting this?”

I suddenly charged forward. I tackled Mike back onto the bed. We crashed down and I realize now that I was lucky not to break the bed. I grabbed BP in a front facelock and squeezed. The big muscleman pushed on my body as I squeezed him. My arms were locked and he actually struggled under me. No matter how big he was, I figured he had a weak point.

It wasn’t that. Mike never even hinted at giving. He caressed my sides. It felt good until I learned he wasn’t feeling me; he was feeling for the perfect place to punch. The big muscleman fired fists into the soft spot on each side. POW! OOF! I lost my grip and got thrown off. BP was so strong that I rolled across the bed and fell onto the floor. SPLAT!

I lied there for a minute, but Mike never came to me. I sat up and looked. He was back stretched out on the bed, watching the ending of Tigro’s match. I crawled around the bed and came up beside him. I grabbed under his knees. I lifted and folded him in half into a cradle. With his ass up and shoulders down, I counted the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Mike powered out, but I had the advantage. I grabbed his ankle and dragged him until his legs hung off the end of the bed. I didn’t know what I was going to do, but it didn’t matter. BP kicked me in the abs. WHOMP! OOF! I stumbled back and he hopped off the bed. I charged him, but he caught me. With a lift and turn, he flipped and threw me onto the bed. BOOF! Next thing I knew, I was dragged off by my ankles.

I dropped to my knees in front of the bed. Mike leapt over me, flipped over onto his ass then rested his legs on my shoulders. As I knelt there, he grabbed my hair to hold me in place then put his upper legs against my ears. When he locked his ankles, I saw stars, but he luckily, he lightened up. We were both facing the laptop. Tigro was in control. At least one of us was.

The weight of Mike’s massive legs and the power of his scissors kept me kneeling there, totally helpless. He rubbed my head and told me to stay down. Like I had a choice. We watched the match. I wanted to jerk off, but I held back. One touch and I knew I’d shoot. When I did fight, he just squeezed harder and I stopped. He was toying with me, but I was enjoying it, playing along. I didn’t really want to end it, even if I could.

BP said, “Okay, this is it. We’re coming up to the end. This is a good one. If your knees hurt, switch to sitting.” I worked my legs out and we slid back so I rested against the foot of the bed with his tree trunks still tight around my head. I rubbed them as I stared at the screen.

Sure enough, Tigro crushed the guy in the thong in a body scissors/rear naked choke combination. He knocked the loser out then posed over his wrecked carcass. His soaking wet loincloth tented in front as he basked in victory.

Mike patted my head, “Looks like your guy won, after all.”

I made fists and pumped them to celebrate, but I was still trapped as they panned over the loser’s unconscious body. Mike tightened up and I knew that would be me unless I gave. I tapped once again, not wanting to get knocked out. The bigger muscleman opened up. He reached under my armpits and lifted me onto the bed. He lied beside me, pulling me in close.

Mike rubbed my pec, “I think we’re done wrestling. You done?” I nodded.

I guess he figured I’d lost enough. Mike had re-established his position as the man, making my original win feel kind of cheap. Not that he ever said that or even implied it. It’s just how I felt. I could only beat him if he let me. Anyway, now that we were done, he rolled on top and put me in a schoolboy pin. He didn’t get off. He just sat on me and flexed. I checked out his pumped muscles and he loved it.

We locked eyes. Then I lost control. I lifted my head as I struggled to toss him. I opened my mouth, cupping his cock head. I tried to make it like an accident, even though there was no point to that at this point. Old habits, I guess. He leaned forward and rubbed his junk all over my face. I sucked on the front of his shorts, balls, head or shaft, whatever was against my lips.

Next thing I knew, BP grabbed me behind the head. He slid off the bed onto his feet. I was pulled off onto my knees on the floor. He dropped his shorts down then sat on the bed. I spun to face his manhood. He guided me forward, but there was no pressure. I wanted this as much as he did. I went down on him. Fuck, I'd never had a bigger or better cock. I worshipped that man and I must've done pretty good, because he shot down my throat.

Big Pow grabbed under my chin. He pulled me up then turned me to lie down on the bed. I let him control me. He pulled my shorts off then went down on me. My mind went back to the BWW video and I was done. I fought to last, but less than one minute later, he sucked my load right outta me. Fuck, I'd never been hotter. When he was done, I could see he was hard again.

Mike slid his finger in my hole. I nodded, giving him permission. He nodded back. BP was gentle with me, but he was so big. When I groaned too loud, he covered my mouth with his big hand. I took his index finger and sucked on it. That relaxed me enough to take him. He pounded my hole hard. I felt him slamming into me unlike any guy before him. I realized that this was my first time with a real MAN.

BP was a fucking machine. I mean that in every possible way. I'd learn that even more over our summer together, but that first night, he kept going and going. I shot a second time while he was still plowing me. Mike pulled out then shot all over my abs and pecs. A big load, too. Bigger than what I'd swallowed just a few minutes earlier. Fuck. He kissed my forehead then backed away. He pulled on his shorts and I just watched. He left my room with his laptop and a reminder we needed to be up at dawn.

I just stared at the ceiling for a while before falling asleep, still covered in his seed. For the rest of the summer, we wrestled and fucked every night whether wrestling was on or not. After a while, we did it on the job, too. We'd do it in fields. Even in the flatbed of our truck. Anywhere we could. I never won. Not once. He was always stronger and more skilled. And he never just let me win. That's not his style.

I lived a double life that summer. Monday through Friday, Mike was now my best friend, my lover and my confidante. We were closer than close, sharing a room on the road. He knew more about me than anyone. I don’t know why I felt safer confiding in him than my best friends and family. I just did. And it wasn’t just one way. BP opened up to me, too. Our relationship was amazing on every level.

When we got home on Fridays, Mike would go do his thing with his friends, I'd go do mine. No contact. No sly looks or secret meetings. No wrestling. No sex. We never told anyone about our relationship. Mike believed James would’ve been pissed at both of us, but we never gave him the chance to prove him right or wrong. For an entire summer, I lied to my best friend about his brother every weekend. Once I did that, I made it a thing that I could never change.

Not that it really mattered. When the summer ended, that was it for me and Mike. When I deployed, I rationalized that James never had to know because there was nothing to tell. Until now. This is the first time we've had any kind of contact in almost six years, but I feel all those feelings again. Actually, they’re stronger now. Now I know exactly how special BP is.

Fuck. I don’t know if I can walk away again.

Mama’s Diner. Breakfast.

“Fuck, I still can’t believe how good you look, Deej.”

“And yet, the first thing you said to me this morning was ‘go home and change’.”

I think I look good for my new job.
James tells me to change.

“C’mon, don’t be sensitive, man. You look hot. Just not like a corporate IT guy.”

I just nod, disappointed to hear this on my first day at work. Maybe he’s right when he said that I’m over-dressed. He’s definitely right that I don’t know corporate culture at all. When I interviewed, everyone was casual, but I wanted to look professional on day one. I try to shake the insecurity off and re-focus on my friend. I say, “You look great, too, James.”

My buddy shakes his head, “Nah, not like you. You’re ripped like a god. Fuck.”

I’m having breakfast with James to catch up one-on-one. It doesn’t take too long to pick up where we left off, sharing, joking, bullshitting. I missed him. James shifts the conversation about my body to talk about working out together. Okay, cool. He maneuvers that into talk about the future. Our future. Oh boy. I steer the conversation away from that topic. I think I’m successful until James casually asks if I’m seeing anyone.

I hesitate. Damn, I’ve gotta be quicker. How hard would it have been to say no?

My friend smirks and nods, “I knew there was a man. Who is he? Did you meet in the Army? Is he American? European? Oh, wait, you found a Korean bodybuilder, didn’t you?”

I laugh and shake my head, “Just a fantasy at this point. I mean, I guess there’s someone I’m interested in, but I don’t think he’s interested in me in the same way I’m interested in him.” James gives me a smirk, appreciating the irony. I continue, “We’ve wrestled. Never had a date. Or even talked about one. It might be all in my head now that I’m back.”

“Wait. Someone local? Someone I know?” I hesitate again. Do I dare tell him who it is? No, not when it could be nothing. Of course, he can read me. “It is. Wow. Not me?” I let that hang. He nods, “Okay, well, there’s no way he won’t be into you. I hope things work out. I really do mean that, buddy.”

“Thanks. It doesn’t matter. I’m just back in town. I’m not rushing into anything.”

Ten minutes later, James heads off to work as I debate whether to go home and change. I put on my sunglasses and rise to pay the bill when I hear a familiar voice. His voice. I turn around. At the counter ordering is Mike. Oh god. He turns and leans on the counter, waiting for his food. He sees me and we lock eyes. We just stare at each other, frozen like deer in headlights.

It's Mike. Oh shit.

I finally turn away. I dig out my wallet, taking my time to fish out some cash. I toss my money on top of James’ to cover the bill and tip. When I turn around again, Mike is right in front of me. I’m startled and stumble back into the chair almost knocking the table over. BP catches my arm. Strong. He pulls me towards him and a major disaster is averted. All eyes are on me.

As everyone in the diner goes back to their meal, Mike laughs, “Smooth.” I get myself together, embarrassed but also excited to see the handsome hunk.

“I wasn’t expecting you to be ... right there.”

“It’s okay. I get why I’d scare you. You got all this extra muscle, but you’re still my jobber boy.”

I smile and look down, sheepishly. I lift my head, “I might surprise you.”

Mike ignored that, telling me, “You look great.”

“James says I’m over-dressed. I was just on my way home to change.”

“Naw, don’t. It’s your first day, right? You look like a professional who’s taking this job seriously. A man who’s responsible and people can trust. A man who’s going places.” I smile and relax. I so needed to hear that. Mike stops the waitress and asks for a pen. He uses it to write an address on a napkin. “You get off at 5:00?” I nod. “Be here at 5:30.”

“Why?”

Mike just smiles. His order is ready, so he turns to grab it. We don’t even say goodbye. He just winks, waves and takes off. 5:30pm? Okay.

5:30pm.

My first day at work goes great. My clothes were fine and the folks were nice. I know I can do it. I focused on my job all day, but as soon as I get in my car, my cock swells and my mind fills with thoughts of Mike. I start my old beater, the same car I drove in high school. My dad saved it for me and kept it up, but I really need a new ride. This one just doesn’t fit who I want to be.

The address is an old warehouse. There’s no sign on the building. The place needs a paint job. The parking lot isn’t even paved. There’s one car in front. Must be Mike’s. I park beside him and step out. I look around then try the door. It’s open. Okay. I roll my shoulders back and step through. I’m blind as I step from bright sunlight into darkness. The door slams closed. BAM!

Okay. My eyes adjust and I’m in a small entryway. I walk down the short hall then around the corner. Holy fuck. It’s a wrestling ring. I move in close. The place is nicer inside with freshly-painted black metal walls and no clutter. I move to ropes and pull on them. Strong. Pro-quality. I got to play in a ring while I was stationed in Japan. It was fun. This is amazing.

I suddenly feel two strong arms wrap around my waist from behind. I lean back into Mike as he squeezes me tightly. It feels great to be crushed by his power again. I moan and rub his thick flexing forearms. He only squeezes harder. I moan louder and lean my head back onto his shoulder. I feel him blow hot breath into my ear then bite my neck. I let out a loud gasp.

Mike laughs and brushes my neck with his beard, “I’m glad you could make it.”

“Nothing could stop me. What is this?”

“My place.”

“What?”

“My place. Get changed.” I’m released and I turn to face him. Mike looks amazing in black pro trunks, boots and knee pads. Damn. I see an open changing room behind him. I start to ask a question, but he tugs on my tie, “Change.”

Mike looks amazing.

I nod and head inside the small room. I strip naked and smell myself. Nice thing about an office job. No sweat. I guess I’m good to go. There are more than two dozen pairs of trunks hanging on the pegs. I can’t decide then I see it. Oh. They’re exactly like I remember them. He must’ve really searched to find the same kind. I feel them in my hands. Smooth. Silky. Perfect.

I start with the boots. The worn-brown leather pair are too small, but the orange ones are the right size. Shiny and fresh, I wonder if he got them for me? I slide on an orange thong first, taking time to adjust myself just right. With my junk pointing down, I squat and get the back wedged deep in my crack so I look nude from behind. I sit down and put on the boots.

Now, it’s time. I work the stretchy fabric over the boots and up to my knees. I stand up and cover the thong with the loincloth-style tiger-print trunks. Just like Tigro wore that first night we wrestled. I swallow hard as I think about wrestling Mike again. And in a ring? Damn. It’s like a second first-time. So much for not rushing into things. Who am I kidding? I can’t resist him.

I hope Mike likes my choice.

I play with the flaps front and back, making sure they hang right. Even with double pouches from the thong and loincloth, I’m tenting in front. In back, my ass is covered until I move then it hangs out perfectly. Okay. It’s time. When I come out, Mike is running back and forth in the ring, expertly bouncing off the ropes. Of course, he’s good. But how good?

Mike stops and smiles big, “The past six years have been good to you, man. Real good. And like a good little jobber boy, you choose the sexiest gear.”

“Tigro won, so this is not jobber gear. It's superstar gear. I can’t believe you found the same kind.”

“I didn’t. I won them. Those are the real deal. Right off Tigro’s jobber ass before I fucked him right here in this ring.” My shock shows and Mike laughs. He smirks, “The whole time I was destroying him, I imagined it was you I was beating. Now, here you are and it's really happening.”

“I told you I might surprise you.”

Mike backs up into the far corner and spreads his arms, “Surprise me, superstar.” I run at the ring and dive under the bottom rope. I slide into the middle and smoothly spring up to my feet where I bounce up and down. The handsome muscleman claps, “Smooth.”

I test the ropes and stretch out as he circles, checking me out. He asks how much muscle I’ve gained. Where I learned how to move in a ring. If I learned how to take a bump. I keep focused, keeping answers short, but making sure he knows I’m good to go all out if he is. When I’m ready, we meet in the middle of the ring for a staredown. I melt as our bodies press together.

The bearded behemoth sees my attraction and smirks, “Don’t give up, yet.”

I roll my shoulders back, “You’re a lot to take in, but I’m good. I’ll give you a match.”

“I know.” Mike reaches behind my head and pulls me into a deep kiss. I match his mouth and we make out. We caress each other’s muscular bodies. When we break, he asks me to flex. We show off our hard work, admiring how great we both look. I tell him I want to start and he drops his arms, telling me to bring it on. We shake hands then hunch over and lock up.

We test our strength in the collar-and-elbow. It feels so good to be doing this. We push and shift, increasing the intensity. Our muscles pump. We grunt. And sweat. It’s the longest lockup I’ve ever done. I’m using all my strength and he won’t budge. The way he’s grimacing, he’s trying just as hard. Neither of us can overpower the other, so we break and stand up.

Mike smirks (oh fuck, that smirk), “Looks like you’re finally a match for me. I guess the Army did toughen you up.” I remind him that I was always tough. He nods, “Yeah, you were. You could take a lot of punishment but now, looks like you can dish it out, too. A real beast.” He pats my cheek, “My babyface beast.”

I blush then roll my shoulders back, “C’mon. Let’s do this.”

Man vs. Man.

We lock up again. This time, Mike twists and powers me into a side headlock. His huge bicep presses into my temple and I feel like my head will pop like a balloon. I moan as I try to focus. My hands roam along his rock-solid muscles, caressing his body as I suffer. He walks me around the ring, dragging me in the headlock. Right back to where we left off.

Yeah, I don’t think so. I’m not a teenager any more.

I grab the back of his leg and his ass. I squeeze and he laughs, “You like that - WHOA!” I lift fast, powering him up off his feet. I turn slightly and drop him with a side suplex. BOOM! He groans as I force him into a cradle, pinning his shoulders down. I push his knee to his shoulder then get ready to count, but he kicks free before I can even start. I roll away into a crouch.

Mike rises, “Nice move.”

“That was nothin’ compared to what else I got.”

“Ooh, I like that sound of that, man. Bring it on.”

We move in fast. This time, I duck the lockup and go for his leg. I lift using all my leg strength and he’s not ready. I topple him onto his back and shoulders. WHAM! I twist and step over him, locking on a single leg crab. As I sit back. Mike pounds the canvas in pain and frustration. He grunts, “Oh shit, you weren’t kiddin’. I’m gonna like this.”

I’m about to respond when he presses up with his mighty arms while kicking his leg out. I roll with it in a somersault, immediately spinning and rising. I charge back at Mike, but I forget that he’s not just a muscleman. He’s a wrestler. Fast and powerful, he sees me coming and drives up into me, slamming his shoulder into my abs. WHOMP! OOF! I collapse forward over him.

BP rises, lifting me onto his shoulder as he pushes up on my legs. I’m flipped over and down with a back-body drop. BOOM! Mike grabs my hair and drags me up. He reaches between my legs and scoops me across his chest. Mike holds me up like I weigh nothing then body slams me back to the mat. BOOM! That hurt. I open my eyes to see him coming down with an elbow to my abs. THUD! OOF!

Mike grabs my hair and pulls me up with him. When I reach one knee, I surprise him with a big elbow to the abs. THUD! OOF! He bends forward over me, so I lift my arm up between his legs, gripping his ass. I pull and lift him over my shoulders. I rise, holding him in a fireman’s carry. I bounce him up and down, enjoying the sound of his grunting. He’s heavy, but I can lift way more weight than him.

When I reach the center of the ring, I twist and flip, slamming him down onto his back. BOOM! Now, it’s my turn to come down with a big elbow drop. THUD! OOF! I like hearing him gasp for air, but I like it too much. I don’t move fast enough, allowing him to whip his legs up and catch my head. I’m dragged onto my side, looking towards his boots as my head is crushed.

Mike really tightens up on the scissors. He reaches out and rubs my side. As he caresses me, he says, “You’re doing great, DJ.” I grunt, but his position shift has eased the scissors. I twist and push up, kicking my legs up into a headstand. I push and flip, pop my head free. I stumble back against the ropes, shaking out my head as Mike rises, looking like the muscle god he is.

Mike has only gotten better.

Damn, seeing him pumped, he’s even hotter than ever.

BP moves in towards me. I use the ropes to launch myself at him. He goes for a clothesline, but I duck it. I stop short, turn and grab him around the waist. I lift and throw him over in a belly-to-back suplex. SLAM! He hits hard, but the momentum actually carries him over in a backwards somersault then up to his feet. He topples back into the corner, stunned.

I rise and run in, leaping on top of him with a big splash. SPLAT! I bounce off and he sags in the corner. I drag him out and lock him into a front facelock. I rub his back, “You’re doing great, BP.” He growls, but I’ve got the side of his trunks. I lift him up immediately, suplexing him over before he can turn things around. BOOM! Mike moans as arches his back to ease the pain.

I roll over and schoolboy pin him. I flex my biceps, “Surprised, yet?”

Mike smiles up at me, “Naw, I always knew you had it in you.” He suddenly bucks up and throws me off. “Just like I know you still got those jobber instincts in you.”

As we rise, I laugh, “Not today, man. Not. Today.”

I charge in, trying to keep the pressure on him, but it’s a stupid move. He braces and actually catches me, scooping me up across his chest. Mike body slams me down hard. BOOM! He drives his boots down onto my abs. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Oh, fuck. That hurts. The mighty muscleman drags me up by my wrist and forces me into the corner.

“We’re in a ring. Better use it, right?”

Mike pulls on my wrist and I have no choice but to follow. He whips me into the opposite corner, turning me so I hit back first. CLANG! I stumble out and he’s right there, whipping me back across. CLANG! I bounce out and get whipped into the opposite corner again. CLANG! This time, I manage to grab the ropes and hold in the corner. I sag against the turnbuckles.

I shake out my head then look out just in time to see the mighty muscleman in midair. He’s flying right at me. Mike splashes on top of me, crushing me with his bulk. SPLAT! OOF! I almost collapse while he bounces back off me. BP grabs me by the hair and pulls me forward. He forces my head down between his legs. Uh oh. The massive thighs close around my head.

Trapped in the standing head scissors, I whimper and drop to a knee. I grip his thick legs as he flexes his legs around my head. I see stars as my head feels like it’s wedged between two concrete pillars. I groan and fight to focus, but it’s hard. He could seriously knock me out. I feel him bend forward and grab me around the waist. Oh no. If he lifts me up, I’m doomed, too.

My adrenaline levels skyrocket as I get the focus and fight to push up. I lift and flip him over in a back-body drop. CRASH! Mike lands hard behind me and I stumble forward into the ropes. The mighty muscleman rolls over onto one knee, muttering, “Damn, I should’ve just put you out.” He charges at me, but I’m able to lift my boot into his abs. THUD! OOF!

I taunt, “Yeah, you should have.”

BP stumbles back. I push off the ropes at him, but he bends and catches me. I’m scooped up across his broad chest then body slammed down hard. BOOM! I arch my back and flop onto my side then my stomach as I groan in pain. He’s really targeting my back. I get dragged up by my hair, scooped and slammed again. BOOM! ARGH! Oh shit, that’s rough.

I try to roll out of the ring, but he catches me by the back of my loincloth. They slide down my ass and Mike lets out a whistle as I squirm and struggle to slide free. He pulls the loincloth to my knees then kneels down and grabs my right butt cheek in his huge paw. The mighty muscleman kneads my smooth mound and I moan, enjoying it. He squeezes then spanks my butt playfully. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Mike pulls my loincloth off the rest of the way, exposing my ass and leaving me in my orange thong. He comments that my ass is fucking ridiculous and way better than Tigro’s as he tosses my loincloth to the side. I push myself up to my feet, a little humiliated at being stripped, but a lot turned on that he’s lusting after me. I adjust my package in my thong and breathe in deep as I try to walk off the pain.

BP moves in behind me. I try to catch him off-guard, spinning fast with a clothesline, but he ducks. I spin around, leaving myself wide open for him to scoop me across his chest. He lifts then body slams me down to the mat again. KABOOM! Mike follows up with boots to my abs. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! I writhe under him, my body convulsing as I absorb the blows.

Mike says, “Look at that pouch dance for daddy. You still like suffering.”

I growl, but the muscleman is not wrong. My thong is totally tenting and my cock is stiff and swaying. Mike bends forward to drag me up, but I throw my upper body forward, catching him with a forearm to the side of the head. WHACK! UNH! The mighty hunk hunches forward, shaking his head. I roll up to one knee and scoop him across my chest. I lift him, adjusting my grip. He’s a lot of man to hold, but I’m fucking strong, too.

My turn.

I body slam Mike down. BOOM! He rolls onto his stomach, so I use my boots on his back. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! He bounces. I hesitate as I look at his ass jiggling. I move to pull his trunks off, but I realize that’s stupid. Mike’s not the kind of guy you can toy with. I move to his head and grab his hair. I pull him up in front of me, grabbing under his chin to help move him.

Suddenly, Mike grabs behind my knees. Fuck, he’s proving my point. Even my slight hesitation was too long. Before I can react, he pulls on my legs, tripping me backwards onto my neck and shoulders. WHOMP! He rises, keeping hold of my legs. He holds me and I’m not sure what he’s planning. I feel his thighs on my ass and his knees in my back. What the heck is he doing?

BP falls back and uses his legs to lift me. I’m slingshot forwards, flying into the corner where I hit the top turnbuckle face first. CLANG! I hang onto the corner and it’s all I can do to keep my feet. Mike is up and behind me. I feel myself getting dragged back then up. Oh fuck, I go up across his shoulders in a torture rack! I moan immediately, crying out as my back aches.

The mighty muscleman parades me around the ring, stopping every so often to bounce me up and down. I flail on his shoulders to try to slide off, but it’s all weak and he’s got me tight. I hold out against the pain, but I know he can easily keep me up here. BP slides his hand up onto my tenting orange pouch. He playfully squeezes, testing my hard-on. Yeah, it’s still there.

“C’mon, DJ. Give.”

I defiantly cry out, “NO!”

Mike has me. As we circle the ring, I roll my head to the side. There. I see the ropes. I desperately grab for the top rope. My back is seizing up, but I get it. As BP walks, I resist. He’s caught by surprise. The force is enough to pull me to the side. He loses his grip and I slip free. I fall down. I get my feet under me just in time and hold the rope, landing right. PLOP!

I pull on the rope, using the tension to spring me up onto my feet. Mike is moving in fast. I duck, pulling the rope down with me. As he goes over me, I rise fast, plating my shoulder in his abs and lifting with my legs. I vault him over the top rope and he falls to the floor below. I collapse and roll away, massaging my back. Damn, get up, DJ! Go get him! I can’t.

I writhe on the canvas, trying to recover. I look out and see Mike up on his feet. He’s stretching out after the fall. I breathe in deeply, watching helplessly as he rolls back into the ring. Fuck. The mighty muscleman moves in closer. He stands over me and we lock eyes. He smiles and I smile back. I thrust my chin up at his massive bulge, “Looks like you’re having fun.”

Mike nods, “More than you know. You’re pretty much everything.”

I nod, “You, too.”

The bulging behemoth bends forward to drag me up. I whip my hand up and grab his hair. I shove his head back between my rising legs. Mike’s totally shocked, making it easy to lock on the head scissors. I pull down with all my power and he topples to the mat on his side. WHAM! I extend my legs and squeeze as hard as I can. He moans as I crush his head.

Mike pushes on my legs. I see his muscles tensing as he moans in pain. His big muscles are flexing with power as he desperately tries to pry my legs apart so he can escape. I love seeing him like this, his body arching and his muscles popping. I feel powerful and rejuvenated as I get my third wind. I squeeze harder, but he pops free, our sweat greasing my legs.

As BP rolls and rises, I dive at his knee. WHACK! I bring him down hard then grab his leg. I lock him into a single leg crab. He pounds the mat, but now it’s his turn to refuse to give. We’re both sweaty and exhausted, our bodies aching from all the punishment. I fight to submit him, but he just won’t give to me. As I lean back, Mike twists and I lose my balance and the hold. Damn!

We rise up slowly. Mike backs away from me. I want to charge, but I know he’s ready for that. I’m ready for anything, too. Except for this. BP slides his fingers into the side of his black trunks. He peels them down. I watch as he strips them off, telling me, “Let’s finish this like we used to do all those years ago. Just you and me. Like men.”

I nod and peel down my thong. I work it over my orange boots then face him. Man vs. man. Our muscles throbbing, bodies drenched in sweat and cocks rock-hard and pointing at each other. He’s so spectacular.

Mike looks me up and down, “Wow.”

I smile, “Back at you, man.”

We move in. On the lockup, I grab him tight. As soon as the mighty muscleman pushes against me, I go with it. I pull him towards me and turn, using his momentum to throw him down face first to the canvas. SPLAT! I leap up and come down on him as he starts to rise. My weight drives him down again. SPLAT! I grab him by the hair as I slide off his body.

I drag Mike up, scooping him across my chest. I drop him across my knee into an over-the-knee backbreaker. CRACK! I admire his body as I keep him trapped. He struggles, but I’ve got him bent and stretched. BP moans helplessly as I run my fingers over his abs. He gasps when I grab his cock. I play with it and I feel him relax on my leg. I lean down and run my tongue over his head, teasing his slit. He twitches on my leg, gasping and moaning as I enjoy him.

“Gonna give?”

“No way!”

I nod, “You know, you had the right idea. Let’s finish this like we started. That wasn’t naked, though.”

Mike grunts, unsure what I mean. I push him off my leg and he crashes down onto the canvas. I rise and kick him onto his back. I grab his legs and lift them up. He looks at me with a raised eyebrow. As I step between his legs and fold them over my thigh, he realizes what I mean. The mighty muscleman suddenly fights, but it’s too late. I step around and flip him over.

The Babylon Breaker.

Unlike the first time, I don’t apply it slowly. I sit back immediately, pulling hard to maximize the pressure and pain. Mike pounds the ring, crying out immediately. He fights me, trying to power out, which he wasn’t allowed to do all those years ago. I feel myself being thrown forward, but I brace myself and match his power. He fights hard to escape, but I’m all-man now, just like him.

For the first time ever, Mike Powell aka Big Pow aka BP aka the greatest man I know submits to me.

“I GIVE! I GIVE! I GIVE!!

I release him immediately. The mighty muscleman rolls onto his back. I stand over him and he says, “Give me a flex, champ.” I smile and flex over him, my cock leaking as I bask in the moment I’ve dreamed about for so long. When I’m done, I collapse onto my back beside him.

Damn, I’m exhausted. I’m sore. And I’ve never felt better.

The Truths Come Out.

“Doesn’t look like you’re too upset I won. Or at least your cock isn’t.”

Mike smiles and rolls over, draping his arm and leg over my naked body. He says, “You kidding? I’ve been waiting six years for you to legit beat me.” I laugh. He says, “That whole summer. What’d we wrestle? A hundred times?”

“At least.”

“I kept hoping you’d find a way to get up on me.”

I almost say that he could’ve let me, but I remember that’s not his style. As Mike rubs my cock, he leans down to kiss me. I can’t wait to finally top this muscle beast.

Suddenly, from the doorway, we hear an angry voice. “WHAT THE FUCK?”

Uh oh. It's James.

We roll apart and rise fast. It’s James. He's shirtless. And he’s pissed.

Mike asks, “What are you doing here?”

“I saw your cars, man. I wondered, what the fuck is my best friend DJ doing at the ring with my big brother?” There’s no hiding what we were doing. But it’s worse, because he overheard us talking. James goes off. “SIX YEARS? YOU TWO BEEN FUCKING BEHIND MY BACK FOR SIX YEARS? YOU TWO BEEN LYING TO ME FOR SIX YEARS?”

As James storms the ring, I hold out my hands, “Whoa, whoa. Calm down. We just wrestled back during our summer job. You know how it gets on the road. And now today. First time we’ve been together since 2013. That’s all.”

Across the ring, James paces, not looking at either of us. He’s trying to process what he’s hearing, but I can tell he’s not really open to listening to me. My best friend is angry at us and he wants to be angry at us. We step forward, slowly and calmly. He looks at us with hard eyes. The fact that we’re naked and soaked in sweat and sex isn’t helping our case.

“Six years. This is why you never wanted me, DJ?” I start to reply but he holds up a hand and I shut up. “What’d you say to me? ‘Let’s just be friends. I’m going into the Army, so I don’t wanna start nothin’.’ Truth is, you were screwing around with my brother.” He shakes his head, “This morning. The mystery guy. It’s him?”

I nod.

“I guess it makes sense. He’s the hero. The King. The Man. I get it. Why settle for Little Pow when you can have BIG Pow?”

“It isn’t like that. It wasn’t planned. It just happened.”

“Did this just happen?”

“We ran into each other at the diner after you left and he invited me over. I didn’t know when we had breakfast.”

James nods, “I’ve lived my whole life in his shadow. You know that better than anyone. You KNOW THAT! And you still chose him over me. You still stabbed ME in the back for HIM! Even my best friend thinks he’s better than me. Why not? Everyone else does.”

Mike steps forward, “Hold up. If you’ve got unresolved issues with me, tell me. Don’t take it out on DJ. He’s right. What's happening between him and me has nothing to do with you, LP.”

James’ eyes narrow, “LP. Little Pow. I fucking hate that name.”

Suddenly, James kicks up, slamming his shoe into his older brother’s abs. WHOMP! OOF! He pulls a shocked Mike into a front facelock then DDT’s him to the mat. CRACK! BP falls limp as he quietly moans. James jumps up and holds his arms out. I shake my head and move in to check on the bigger muscleman. After our wrestling and sex, he wasn’t ready for it, so the DDT looks like it has legit wiped him out.

As I move past James, he grabs me around the waist. Just like BP, I’m in no shape to wrestle. I’m lifted up then thrown backwards in a German suplex. BOOM! I land hard. The impact stuns me, especially as it's followed up with hard kicks to my abs. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! James lets out his rage as he breaks down my naked body. He finally backs off and shakes his head.

I roll over, trying to rise. James grabs his brother by the hair and wrist. He forces his stunned sibling up to his knees and drags him towards the ropes. James leads the dazed muscleman up and around, draping his arms over the top rope. He leans over and pulls up the middle rope. BP is locked in the ropes tight. The mighty muscleman kneels weakly, arms spread and bound.

James unleashes his feet again, slamming his shoes into his brother’s massive pecs and chiseled abs. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! He moves in and slaps Mike’s dangling head, taunting him. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The massive muscleman is helpless as he’s kicked again. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! I push up, trying to rise, but I get a shoe to the side of my head. CRACK!

James warns, “Stay down, DJ.”

My (former?) best friend drops to one knee and punches his older brother’s battered torso. THUD! THUD! THUD! The powerhouse is helpless as he’s torn apart by his enraged younger brother. POW! POW! POW! It’s a savage beatdown as James unleashes 20 years of pent-up emotion about living in BP’s shadow. I shake out my head and roll away, out of range.

As I grab the ropes and pull myself up, James steps over the top rope and moves behind his brother. We lock eyes. He grabs his brother’s hair and pulls his head up and back. James leans BP back and locks on a dragon sleeper. Under different circumstances, I’d enjoy seeing the mighty muscleman trapped like this, on his knees, arms bound, pecs up, manhood forward.

But not like this. Not for real. Not done out of anger and resentment.

I hold out my arms, “Please, James. Don’t do this.”

James answers me by slamming his forearm down across his helpless older brother’s broad chest. WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP! I take a step forward and he locks on the dragon sleeper tighter. It’s cinched in and I know he can knock Mike out any time he wants. I step back as a sign of submission. James nods and eases up on the hold, but he doesn’t let go.

“So, what do you think of the big man now? Still think he’s better than me?”

“I’ve never ever thought he was better than you. My connection with him doesn’t change my feelings for you. You’re still my best friend. If you want to be. My relationship with him has nothing to do with who’s better. That’s not why I love your brother. I can’t explain it. It isn’t rational. And no matter what you do to him or me, I’ll still be in love with him.”

James looks shocked, like I just punched him in the gut. He lets go of the sleeper and drops to the floor. His eyes are wide and his mouth hangs open. He points at me, “You did NOT just say that you’re in love with him.” Between us, the aching Mike raises his head and looks at me. It kills me, but I have to ignore him, focusing on my best friend.

“I did say it. I’m sorry I lied to you, James. I should’ve treated you like a man and trusted you as a friend six years ago. I didn’t respect you and that’s on me. But I’m not going to lie any more. Not to you or to Mike or to myself. I love you, man, but I’m IN love with your brother.”

James shakes his head, “No fucking way.”

“It’s true. Look, I don’t even know how your brother feels. This sure as hell isn’t how I wanted to tell him or you, but I’ve loved him for six years. I never got him out of my system and believe me, I tried. I knew how you’d react, so I tried. For you. But there's a connection here. Now, I have to see where this goes. I don’t want to risk missing out on something special. Don’t ask me to do that. Please.”

James is frozen. In front of me, Mike shrugs his broad shoulders and rolls out of the ropes. He slowly pushes up to his feet and come to me. The naked muscleman sweeps me up in his mighty arms and pulls me into a passionate kiss. I melt. We embrace tightly, the world disappearing. Our bodies press together as one. When we finally break, our foreheads touch.

Mike says, “I’ve been in love with you for six years, too. And I still am.”

Outside the ring, James paces. His fists are clenched. We turn to him, standing united, our hands locked. Our naked sweaty bodies are renewed with new adrenaline. My (former?) best friend looks at us, unable to speak or comprehend these revelations. It’s one thing to find out we’re fucking. It’s another to find out we’re in love. He’s completely shocked.

Without saying a word, James turns and storms out. We hear the door slam and we breathe in deep in unison. Maybe when he calms down, he’ll understand.

I say, “That went well.”

Mike grabs me, “He’ll come around. I’m more focused on us. Now that the truth is out, I don’t wanna waste six more minutes, much less six years. You really love me, too?” I nod. He smiles at me and we bump foreheads. “I didn't know if you'd ever come back to me. And now, you're here. And you feel the same. Welcome home, baby.”

We make out then collapse to the mat. I feel his hard cock head press against my taint. We lock eyes and I ask him to fuck me. We make love for the first time as a couple in love. It’s amazing. His sheathed rod fills me and I feel complete. As he fucks me, we keep our eyes locked. He explodes inside me as we kiss. When he’s done, he collapses on his back beside me, exhausted. The smile on his face is as big as I’ve ever seen.

I roll on top of him, “You know, we’ve never really had an official date.”

“Nope.”

“Well, will you have dinner with me tonight?”

“Eventually, but we’re not done here.” I raise an eyebrow. He tilts his head, “You won, remember?”

I grin, “That’s right, I did.”

“So, what’re you gonna do about it?”

I lean in for another kiss.

The End.