The Cave Unleashed 13: Beau vs. Buck vs. Foster Longhorn

Backstage: After the Foster Longhorn Concert

“That was incredible. ‘Preciate the invite, Buck.”

“You’re welcome, Beau. Nice to hang with another country music fan. Haven’t met any in LA, yet. And, selfishly, you kept me from feeling like a third wheel with Brody and Ram.”

The handsome 22-year old cowboy gives me a knowing nod. He saw the chemistry between them and now they’re off somewhere alone. Probably making out. We’re waiting on our chance to meet famous country singer Foster Longhorn. We see a couple of older corporate looking guys leave the dressing room then our escort tells us we’re up. My stomach is doing back flips.

We head into the dressing room and see the man. Whoa.

Foster Longhorn is even hotter in person than he is in his videos. The prime grade-A country beefcake has had a half-dozen big hits in the past couple of years, but I’ve been a fan a lot longer. Like 15 years longer. When he was just starting out, he played a local dive bar near my farm. We were both 20 and I had so many fantasies about him, but I never got near him. Wish I had. Now, I’m finally getting another shot.

At 35, Foster’s handsome as fuck in a tight black tee, tight black jeans, cowboy boots and hat. He’s roughly our size (6’/225-lbs) with thick muscles. A real working muscleman’s physique that he shows off in every video. The soulful superstar is brown-haired, scruffy with a beard and thick body hair in front. Woof. My knees are legitimately weak from being in his presence.

We shake hands and introduce ourselves. We talk a bit then he bluntly asks, “What’s your deal? You know my music. You talk like real country boys. Your hands feel like they do real work. You’re not like the usual corporate stooges I see at these meet and greet things.”

I smile, “No, sir. We -”

Foster interrupts me, “Sir? We’re probably the same age, Buck. Just call me Foster.”

“Okay ... Foster. We’re here with a buddy who’s the corporate type. We’re just big fans of yours who got real lucky and scored this meeting.”

The country stud smirks and nods, “Lucky you. Lucky me. So, what do y’all do?”

I’m about to answer when Beau puffs out his chest, “We’re wrestlers.”

I give him a look, but he’s staring down the hairy hunk with a hungry look. I add, “Yeah, but mainly I’m a farmer. He's a rancher. We’re on vacation.”

“Where do y’all wrestle?”

My young buddy puts his hands on his hips and says confidently (and kinda condescendingly), “Underground stuff. You wouldn’t know it.”

Foster smirks, “Try me.”

Beau replies with definite challenge in his voice, “I’m a Cave-man. He’s big in Rival Pro Wrestling.”

Foster nods, “I’m more an EHWA guy, but I get it. I’ve seen that Bat/Bane match. Hot.”

Shocked, I blurt out, “Damn.” I add, “He’s staying with The Bat while we’re in town.”

A guy pokes his head in and gives a signal. We nod and extend our hands. When Foster grabs my hand, he pulls me into a tight bro hug. He slaps my back hard. He does the same to Beau. When he backs, he punches his fists into my left pec and Beau’s right at the same time. THUD! THUD! We let him inspect us. Beau even invites it, opening his arms wide.

Foster nods, “Vacation? Huh. Free tomorrow morning?” Beau absolutely is and I realize that I am, too. I’m not due back at Cody’s until the day after. We nod. He grabs our shoulders, turns us and leads us out. As he squeezes our shoulders, the singer says, “Palace Hotel. 10am. You can show me your wrestling moves.”

Beau says, “That’ll work. If you can’t get away.” The hairy hunk stops us and raises an eyebrow. My buddy says, “I bet your hotel is real nice but how’d you like to see the ring where we wrestle?”

Foster pulls out his phone, “Tell me where.”

Beau texts Cody and I text Brody, each asking if their ring is actually free tomorrow at 10. Beau gets a reply first, confirming the Cave ring is his if he needs it. Beau gets a few more questions from Cody but ignores them. As he gives Foster the details, my phone pings from a curious Cody then I get permission from Brody, even though I don’t need it.

The country singer says, “Damn, boys. I ain’t gonna get any sleep tonight.”

The handsome country singer smacks our asses as we exit. SPANK! SPANK! Looks like we’re wrestling a superstar tomorrow.

The Cave Ring: 10am

When I pull up, Beau’s there. Before I can say more than ‘hi’, Foster pulls up in the back of a black SUV. He hops out, looking amazing and giving us a salute. I overhear him telling his driver this might take a while and he’ll text him when he’s done. I like the sound of that. I take advantage of the last minute of privacy we’re gonna get. I whisper to Beau, “I looked up that EHWA last night.”

“And?”

“Couldn’t find anything but a black homepage with a login button. Brody never heard of it.”

Beau nods, “Yeah, I asked Cody this morning. Thing’s like five-grand a year to follow and you gotta be invited. No wonder we never heard of it. He said guys wrestle in hotels for big money. I guess we know what he’s -” He nods his head towards the hairy hunk “- into.”

Just then, Foster comes up. We all shake hands. He smirks, “I overheard. So, you guys know what I’m looking for?” We nod. “And you’re cool with it. Wrestling and fucking?” We nod. He claps his hands, “Awesome. Just wanna make sure there’s no misunderstandings.”

Beau confidently replies, “We definitely understand. C’mon, follow me.”

We head inside. Foster looks impressed by The Cave’s setup. He tests the ring ropes and looks around. “Damn. A real fuckin’ ring.” He says, “I’m on the road 250 nights a year nowadays. And every fuckin’ night I hope I might run into guys like you.”

I ask, “So, you wrestle a lot on the road?”

“Mostly roadies but they’re no challenge. Even the big ones can’t wrestle for shit. They just wanna hook up. Sometimes local college or pro wrestlers. But never in a ring. At least not a ring we can fuck in. We can fuck in this ring?” I nod. “Sweet.” He pulls off his shirt, “C’mon, boys, strip down. I got pro trunks, pads and boots. Assume y’all do, too?”

I laugh, “We do. You came prepared.”

“You know it.”

Beau’s quiet but watching. He wants the country singer bad. We all move to different corners, pull out our gear and start to peel off our clothes. When we’re ready, I check us out. I went with my denim Country Boys gear. Foster’s in red trunks and pads, plus a cowboy hat and some sweet-looking red and white cowboy-style pro boots. Beau’s opted for basic black trunks, pads and boots.

Now that we’re geared-up, we all slide into the ring. Foster watches us, eyeing us like meat. It’s funny to see a hot celebrity ogling us when he’s the one every country fan in the world wants. His hairy pecs are popping after few pushups. His biceps are bulging. His legs are thick as ripped. And his trunks? They’re packed in front and stacked in back. Gorgeous.

The country superstar points at us, “Battling Bart Stone. Nuke Man.” We nod, impressed. He smirks, “Y’all weren’t the only ones on Google last night. Here’s my deal, if y’all are cool with it. Three-way match. Tag-style. Elimination rules. Winner takes all. Pins are bullshit. Two submissions or one knockout and you’re done. You know what all that means?”

Beau confirms, “Only two guys in the ring at once. First guy who submits twice or gets knocked out once is done and then it’s one-on-one until another guy submits twice or gets knocked out. Winner gets both guys.”

“Yep. That work for you two?”

We nod and Beau answers for us, “Yeah, works fine.”

Foster says, “I’m trusting y’all are stand up guys. When I tag, you gotta wrestle each other.”

I laugh, “I think that I can speak for both of us when I say that you’re the prize we both want. We’re not gonna double team you because we want to face you one-on-one. I just ask that you two don’t join forces against me.”

Beau says in a serious tone, “I’m not working with anyone but me. I don’t do shady shit. Got too much respect for myself and y’all for that. I want legit man-on-man.”

Foster nods, “Awesome. I love you two. Last night was your lucky night? Well, this must be my lucky day.” With everything set, we all shake hands, “Okay boys, since you’re the studs in these parts, you start. Show me what you got.”

We nod and circle the ring as Foster steps out and grabs the tag rope. Beau and I are immediately focused, both determined to get some one-on-one mat time with the hairy hunky country superstar. When we wrestled two days ago, it was playtime. This feels way different.

Foster sings, “Ding, ding ding.”

Round One: Beau vs. Buck to start

We circle the ring. After one lap, we nod at each other then dive in. We lock up in a standard collar-and-elbow. We push against one another. Beau’s strong but so am I. He can’t move me and I can’t move him. We strain and struggle, our muscles pumping. Foster cheers us on, calling us bulls, telling us we’re awesome, encouraging us to “go for it”.

We break with nothing gained. As we roll our shoulders back, our pecs rise and somehow, we share one thought. We step into one another and bash chests. BAM! We both bounce back as Foster hoots and hollers for us to go again. We oblige, bashing chests again. BAM! And then one more time. BAM! The last time is so hard that we bounce off one another, back three steps.

Foster shakes his head, “Damn, boys. You got me excited just watching you.”

I move in and we lock up again. This time, Beau gets up on me and manages to push me backwards into Foster’s corner. CLANG! He comes in with a big knee lift. THUD! OOF! I bend forward. The blond bodybuilder pushes me back to standing and lifts his knee again. THUD! OOF! This time, though, as I bend forward, I throw myself into it, knocking him back. WHOMP!

As Beau moves back at me, I clock him with an elbow to the head. CRACK! Beau spins around as Foster lets out, “Ooh, you boys play rough! I love it.” The cowboy throws his body back into me, crushing me with his 230-lbs of muscle. SQUASH! When he moves forward and tries the same move again, I lift my knee and keep my leg between them. I push him away.

Foster pats my shoulder. I ask, “You tagging in?”

“You bet!”

I turn to make it official. We slap hands as Beau excitedly waits.

TAG! Beau vs. Foster

I stand on the ring apron as the hairy hunk moves in towards the young bodybuilder. I wish I was in there, but this will be fun to watch and I’m sure I’ll get my shot at the country singer. Unless all that thick muscle is for show, but I don’t think it is. The men move in and bump bodies. They engage in a staredown. Foster is first to step back. He nods then lifts his hands.

The two musclemen lock up and feel each other out. Yep, the muscular singer is powerful, too. They press against each other until Beau pushes the hairy hunk back a step. Foster twists and the cowboy falls forward into a front facelock. The older stud grabs the side of his black trunks then snap suplexes him over fast. BOOM! Beau bounces on the canvas then rolls over.

Both men rise fast and stare each other down. I clap, “Nice move.” Knowing there’s more to the hairy hunk than just good looks and beef, Beau nods silently and the two beasts circle. They lock up again. Foster twists and turns, pulling the young cowboy into a side headlock. UMPH! He cranks on the classic hold, crushing Beau’s skull between his hard side and bicep.

Beau pushes on the older muscleman’s body but the headlock is locked on tight. The hairy hunk works the hold hard. He’s a real expert, pulling Beau around to keep him off balance. The young cowboy hammers a forearm into Foster’s back. WHACK! The shot gets a grunt but nothing else. Post cranks again, getting a pained moan from the young bull.

The country singer says, “Don’t take it easy on me, now.”

Beau snarls, “Don’t you worry ‘bout that.”

The blond bodybuilder suddenly puts one hand on Foster’s hamstring and the other around his waist. He lifts, easily powering the 225-lbs of muscle up into the air then falling back, dropping the hairy hunk on the back of his neck and shoulders in a side suplex. BOOM! The impact stuns Foster, allowing Beau to roll over then grab a handful of the hairy hunk’s thick brown hair.

Beau drags the hairy hunk up, immediately scooping him up across his chest. He carries Foster around the ring until the country singer starts fighting. The cowboy stops then bodyslams the struggling superstar to the canvas. BOOM! The country singer bounces then arches his hips up to ease the pain. He gets a boot to his firm gut. STOMP!

The cowboy drags Foster up again. As he reaches one knee, the hairy hunk launches forward, driving his shoulder into Beau’s ripped abs. THUD! OOF! Foster keeps going, running Beau towards me and driving him into the corner. CLANG! The superstar muscle beast starts in with big shoulder blocks that shake the ring. THUD! THUD! THUD! Beau coughs from the force.

Foster holds his shoulder in Beau’s stomach then rises, lifting the 230-lbs muscle stud up and flipping him over with a back-body drop. WHAM! Beau lands behind the hairy hunk, immediately sitting up. The country singing superstar turns and kicks him square between the shoulder blades. WHACK! Beau cries out and scurries forward.

Beau spins around into a crouch. Foster follows but gets caught with a big spear. THUD! OOF! The force sends the hairy hunk backwards right into the corner where I’m standing. CLANG! I smile, “Damn, this is the best seat in the place.”

Beau raises his hand, “Let me see.”

I happily reach up and slap his hand.

Oh my god, I finally get to wrestle my famous crush.

TAG! Foster vs. Buck

As I climb into the ring, Beau whips Foster across the ring to the opposite corner. CLANG! The young cowboy slips out as I run at the hairy hunk. I leap up and come down with big splash on Foster’s thick pecs. SPLAT! I bounce off and land a few feet back from the corner. The force stuns him and he sits on the middle turnbuckle. I lift my boot up into his abs. THUD! OOF!

Foster gasps. I step in then scoop the country superstar up. I turn him from the corner, controlling my nerves. I’m fucking carrying Foster Longhorn! I bodyslam him down hard. BOOM! The thick beefcake looks sexy bouncing on the canvas. He rolls over, reaching for his back. I admire his ass for a moment, really hoping it’ll be mine when this is all over.

I drag the country singer up then whip him into the ropes. As he bounces off, I lift my boot and he runs right into it. My size 13 hits between his amazing pecs and he falls backwards hard. WHOMP! OOF! I step in then leap up, coming down with a big elbow drop to those amazing hairy pecs. THUD! As I rise, I can’t help but put my hand on his chest and rub those hairy slabs of beef. Woof.

I grab him by the hair then bring him up. His head brushes my bulge and I let out an involuntary moan. I see him look up with a smirk, “Jumping the gun, a little, aren’t you, big man?” I notice my tenting trunks and can’t deny it. The pause gives him a chance to fire a big fist into my gut. THUD! OOF! I bend forward and he rises, grabbing me in a front facelock.

Foster suplexes me over and I bounce and roll to the corner, eager to make the tag and regroup. Beau reaches over and slaps my outstretched hand, eager for another shot at the hairy hunk. As the young cowboy steps over me, I see I’m not the only one tenting my trunks.

TAG! Foster vs. Beau

Foster points at Beau’s trunks, “You boys really do wanna wrestle me. Okay, cowboy, bring it.”

“Hell ya, superstar. Hope you’re having fun, too.”

The hairy hunk grabs his bulge, “Best time I’ve had in a long time. And we’re just starting.”

The two studs lock up. As Beau goes to overpower Foster, the hairy hunk pushes down, causing the young cowboy to stumble and fall right into a standing head scissors. Those thick thighs swell up as the envelope the blond bodybuilder’s head. ARGH! Beau cries out from his hands and knees as he feels the mighty muscle crushing his skull.

Foster flexes, tightening his body. He’s one hot fucker. The hairy hunk’s muscles are bulging as he goes for a submission. Beau groans under the force. He manages to lift one leg and plant his right boot. He powers up to standing, lifting the 225-lbs muscle beast off his feet. The young cowboy flips Foster over, getting free as the singing star lands on his back. WHAM!

Beau sits back, dropping his ass on those thick hairy pecs. PLOP! The force drives all the air from Foster as the young cowboy flexes. The hairy hunk isn’t that winded. He’s able to swing his legs up and catch Beau under his arms. He pulls back, dragging Beau with him. The blond bodybuilder lands on his shoulders with Foster’s legs holding them down.

I slap the turnbuckle the remember pins don’t count. I slap it many times in rapid succession, cheering them on, acting like I didn’t forget. With Beau’s rolled up, shoulders down and ass up, Foster can’t help but cop a feel of that sweet ass. The cowboy rolls backwards, escaping. He rises fast but not fast enough.

The country superstar is already up. He charges forward, clotheslining the blond bodybuilder back to the canvas. WHOMP! The hairy hunk drags Beau up, but the young cowboy is more resilient than he expects. The blond bodybuilder is able to power forward, stepping behind the older stud and lock him in an ab stretch. Beau bends Foster to the side, straining his side.

Foster moans as he’s tortured in the hold but there’s no way he’s giving to this. Beau knows it, too, so he adds clubbing forearms. THUD! THUD! THUD! The big blows slam into the thick hairy torso. The country singer grunts with every shot. This time, when the young cowboy rises and pulls back, he gets a pained groan from the superstar muscleman. ARGH!

Beau bends then grabs under Foster’s leg. He powers the hairy hunk up then drops him across his outstretched leg. CRACK! The young cowboy holds the over-the-knee backbreaker, stretching the country singer back. Foster moans loudly. The blond bodybuilder caresses the muscle beast’s thick muscles. The tight red trunks stretch in front as his cock grows.

Foster moans in a combination of pleasure and pain as he’s bent back. He curses then tries to fight to escape but the young bull holds him in place firmly. Beau adds some body punches, tenderizing the stretched-out stomach. POW! POW! POW! The country singer gasps and spits out loud expletives. FUCK! SON OF A BITCH! DAMNIT! He shakes his head as he hangs there helplessly.

Beau asks, “Gonna give?”

The superstar nods his upside-down head, “Yeah, okay, okay. You got me!”

The young cowboy pushes Foster off his leg. SPLAT! He slides in, straddling the country singer’s ass as he lies face down on the canvas. Beau massages the thick back and earns a pleased moan. MMM! The blond bodybuilder rises and helps the hairy hunk, giving him a hug and slap to his red-spandex butt. SMACK!

Foster smirks, “Don’t get too frisky, big boy. That’s only one.”

Round Two: Beau vs. Buck to start

As loser of the first round, Foster gets a break on the apron, leaving Beau and I to face off again. We circle then lock up with more intensity this time. The first fall has made this real. And if Foster’s going down, we both wanna be the guy on top and not the third wheel. Beau’s pumped and excited. I see it and as soon as we tie up, I feel it.

The blond bodybuilder overpowers me immediately, his adrenaline running on high. I’m driven back two steps then he forces me to my left. I go with it, throwing my body forward and somersaulting away as he goes to grab me. I spin and rise. Foster claps, “Damn, what are you, big man? A 250-lbs gymnast?”

I smile, “That’s 240-lbs, if you don’t mind.”

Beau’s not looking to talk. He’s getting in the zone. He moves back in at me fast. I duck his charge, coming in behind him. I grab his hips and run forward, bulldozing him front-first into the corner. CLANG! I jump on the middle rope then push down on the back of his head. While the young cowboy’s head and arms hang out over the turnbuckle, I hammer my right forearm down onto his shoulders. WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP!

I hop back then leap up and dropkick the blond bodybuilder in the back. WHACK! Beau gets crushed in the corner while I land on my side. He bounces out of the corner towards me. I kick the back of his knee, causing him to trip down onto his back beside me. SPLAT! I get up fast then splash my 240-lbs of muscle on top of him. SPLAT! OOF! The young cowboy groans.

Knowing the big kid is tough, I drag him up to his feet by his wrist, watching for any kind of counter. I get him up then twist his arm in an armbar. I kick his ripped gut. THUD! OOF! As he bends forward, I spin into him, grabbing his head. I swing my hips twice then flip him over in a swinging neck breaker. WHAM! We land hard and he rolls on his side, holding his neck.

Foster claps from the sidelines, telling me to keep going then Beau to fight back. I guess he’s an equal opportunity cheerleader. I force Beau to his feet by his hair then come in behind him. I rack the big muscleboy over my shoulders, securing him tightly as I circle the ring. I hear him crying out in pain as I hold him tight. I know the blond bodybuilder ain’t use to this.

I bounce a little to up the pressure, hoping to get a submission but Beau’s holding strong. The cowboy starts kicking his leg. I stop moving and focus on holding him. The blond bodybuilder flails and I feel him slipping. I decide to let him go, but I turn to keep me between him and Foster. I shrug my shoulders, letting him fall down. SPLAT!

I race over and tag Foster, beating the young cowboy to the punch.

TAG! Beau vs. Foster

As he hops into the ring, Foster pats my shoulder, “Smart move, big man.”

The hairy hunk immediately moves in. Beau is up to hands and knees but Foster kicks him in the gut with his big boot. WHOMP! The blond bodybuilder flips over onto his back, holding his stomach. The bearded muscleman leaps up then comes down with a big leg drop across the young stud’s smooth heaving chest. THUMP! He pulls Beau into a tight head scissors.

The thick legs close around Beau’s head. The cowboy’s hands reach up and run over the hairy torso as he fights to withstand the force of those amazing legs. Woof. Those are definitely a major weapon for the country superstar. The blond bodybuilder groans and his muscles move as he tries to change positions. He fights to roll Foster over but the superstar opens up first.

Foster spreads his legs then slams them together hard and fast on Beau’s head. THWAK! He moves back, immediately grabbing Beau’s hair. He drags him up then scoops the 230-lbs muscleboy up. I’m really starting to be impressed by his power. In every interview I’ve read, he says he’s a hard-working country boy but I didn’t know it was true until now. You don’t get this kind of power from the gym.

Beau goes down in a bodyslam. BOOM! He bounces. The country singing superstar measures him up then drops for a big elbow drop but the young cowboy rolls out of the way. Foster slams his elbow into the hard canvas, jamming it. CRACK! Summoning his resolve, Beau fights to rise. The bearded muscleman reaches for Beau’s black boot, but the bodybuilder dives towards me.

I do the honorable thing and reach for the tag. Beau just reaches my hand. SLAP! Okay, looks like he dodged a bullet on that one. At least I get another round with my sexy fantasy man.

TAG! Buck vs. Foster

I slide into the ring through the top and middle ropes. As I rise, I realize I took my eyes off Foster and now, he’s gone. I look to my left to see him steadying himself on the top turnbuckle. Before I can even move, the 225-lbs muscle hunk launches off the corner and hits me with a flying shoulder block. WHOMP! I do a full flip then land hard on my front. WHAM!

As I try to rise, I feel those big boots coming down on my back. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Foster comes down with big elbow drop on the back of my head. WHACK! I’m kind of stunned by the fast takedown. I try to rise again only to get my boots pulled out from under me. SPLAT! I get flipped over onto my back. The sexy singer drives his boot onto my stomach. STOMP!

Foster plants his boot beside my hip. He folds my ankles over his thigh then steps around, flipping me over into a sharpshooter-version of a crab. ARGH! I pound the mat as the hairy hunk sits back in the incredibly painful version of the hold. My back screams as it’s bent backwards the wrong way. I realize that the superstar is shockingly strong. ARGH!

The muscleman says, “Hart Brecker taught me this one himself. Tell me if I’m doing it right, big man.”

I growl, but that’s all I can do. He’s definitely got me in trouble. The fact that one of the best wrestlers ever taught him his signature move would impress me, if I wasn’t the one suffering in it. I try to power out. I find out fast that my legs are useless wrapped up like this. My arms can’t move him by themselves. And my back is seizing up. I grunt and continue to resist though.

I don’t wanna give.

Foster says, “It’s only one fall. I just had the same choice. Longer you hold out, less chance you have next round.”

I realize now why he gave so fast to the backbreaker. To be fresh for later. Playing the long-game. Smart but not me. I fight harder. Nothing. Now my back is really killing me. I have no choice. I slap the mat, “Give, give give!”

Foster releases me and kneels down. He pats my butt, “Want some help outta the ring?”

I shake my head and push up to my feet. I move to the corner, hoping for a long break as these two studs punish each other.

Round Three: Foster vs. Beau to start

Beau wastes no time getting into the ring, vaulting over the top rope. Damn, what’s his hurry? I wonder if I’m going to get tagged back in soon. No, I’m pretty sure the young cowboy’s just fired up to go at the hairy hunk again. He doesn’t even look at me.

As I exit, I hear charging boots. I turn to see the country singer come at Beau with a big clothesline. WHOOSH! It misses as the blond bodybuilder manages to duck just in time. The young cowboy comes up behind Foster and locks him in a full nelson. He collapses the hairy hunk’s shoulders as he locks his hands behind his head. ARGH! Foster struggles, but he can’t break the hold.

I admire the hairy hunk’s stretched out body. Beau’s pressing his chin down, so it’s digging in just above those furry pecs. The superstar stomps his feet in frustration as he tries to bring his arms down. Nope, his mighty 225-lbs of muscle are failing, an unusual experience, I bet. Beau whips Foster left then right then left arm and the trapped beefcake moans loudly. AHHH!

Foster grunts, “Don’t y’all wanna face me in the end?”

Beau laughs, “I still get to fuck your famous ass, buddy.”

The younger cowboy thrusts his bulge forward into the hairy hunk’s mountainous butt. WHAP! Foster groans, so Beau does it again. This time, though, the country singer is ready. He throws his hips back and tightens his glutes. He meets Beau’s bulge with his granite-hard cheeks. SQUISH! Beau gasps and Foster is able to power out of the full nelson.

The hairy hunk turns and locks Beau in a front facelock. He slaps his back as he lifts up, digging his forearm into Beau’s throat. URK! Foster says, “Your ass might not be famous, but it could be, big boy. I’m gonna enjoy fucking you.”

I blurt out, “Hey, I’m still in this match, too, you know.”

Foster laughs, “Don’t think I forgot about you, big man. Just gotta take care of business first.”

With that, the muscular superstar grabs the side of Beau’s black trunks then suplexes him over. BOOM! He keeps hold then rolls them over and forces the blond bodybuilder up in the front facelock. Fast as lightning, he’s got the younger cowboy up and he drops him back in an even bigger suplex. BOOM! Beau lifts his hips but gets rolled over again as Foster refuses to let go.

The hairy muscle beast drags Beau up again. The cowboy struggles but he can’t block the move in time. Up he goes, his legs stretched out high as Foster wows me by holding the 230-lbs bodybuilder up high. When he falls back, the impact from the suplex shakes the entire ring, maybe the entire building. KABOOM! Both muscle studs bounce and this time, roll apart.

Foster rolls over to see Beau on his side, rubbing his aching back. The hairy hunk grabs the black boots and lifts them up. He steps through for another sharpshooter, but Beau’s ready. He bends his legs then explosively extends them, sending the country singer flying all the way across the ring to the corner opposite me. CLANG! He moves out fast but Beau’s diving at me.

I see the blond bodybuilder’s big paw reach for a tag and I oblige. SMACK!

Guess I’m back in.

TAG! Foster vs. Buck

I come into the ring slowly between the top and middle ropes. As I duck down, Foster aggressively charges at me, which is what I wanted. I rise up fast and run at him. He’s surprised. I clear the distance too fast for him to lift his knee or move his arms in time. We slam into each other. WHOMP! My charging 240-lbs sends his charging 225-lbs backwards.

I grab him low around the waist in a bearhug, but instead of cinching it in, I lift Foster up, spin us a quarter turn then drive him down to the canvas face first. SPLAT! He face plants hard, stunning him. I roll over, grab him around the waist from behind then drag him up to his feet. I lock on the reverse bearhug and squeeze hard. The country singer groans as I crush him.

The hairy hunk squirms in my tight reverse bearhug, groaning loudly. He tries to power out, but I’ve got him too good. When he tries to topple us backwards, I lean back and bring him up, lifting his feet off the canvas. Foster grunts and curses as I work the hold to try to break the beefcake down. He reaches back to grab my head, but I dodge the attempt.

I lean back again, but this time, Foster raises his knees. He thrusts them down and the force pulls us forward. His feet land and he throws his body sideways. I get spun around and land hard on my back with him on top. SPLAT! I lose the bearhug and he rolls away. We both rise fast. I lunge for a lockup but he ducks. I stumble past him and he grabs me from behind.

Foster says, “Lemme give this a try, big man.”

Sure enough, the hairy hunk pulls me into a reverse bearhug. I feel his luscious body hair press on my smooth back as he draws me in close. I moan against him in the hug. He’s so strong but this feels good, too. Beau notices, pointing out that my trunks are tenting. Foster squeezes me even harder, “You likin’ this, big man?” I can’t breathe enough to reply, but from my moaning and throbbing cock, the answer is obviously ‘yes’.

The hairy hunk grinds his cock against my ass and I lose all focus. I sink back against him like a rag doll. My head falls back over his shoulder and I moan, “Oh, daddy.” I hear him laugh in my ear and I wake up, completely embarrassed to be behaving like some horny kid. I fight to breathe then I run back, driving him into the corner. CLANG! His arms fall to the side and I stumble free.

I turn to face him. My cock is still thick and hard. I’m pleased to see the outline of his cock in his red trunks, obviously getting hard, too. The hairy hunk says, “Damn, you look great, big man.” I blush but refuse to get distracted. I move in. He meets me and we lock up. I try to twist him but he counters and twists me. I fall into a standing side headlock. ARGH! I feel his powerful arm around my skull.

Before I realize what’s happening, Foster runs us forward. He jumps up then drives my head down in a bulldog. CRACK! I’m seeing stars and my big body twitches. The hairy hunk slides over me, mounting my back. He sits his fine ass on my back then powers me up into a camel clutch. I fight but I’m too stunned to accomplish much.

I try to power free but he’s good. My back screams in pain as I’m bent up and back. I moan loudly. Beau encourages me to hold on. Foster tells me to give. I can’t submit or that’s it and I’m bottom for one of these two. Maybe not even. I might get left out of the stakes. I gotta hold on longer. I gotta fight. He leans back and I’m staring at the ceiling. FUCK!

My big body was not built for this. Cody’s been trying to help my flexibility but I’m still me. I slow my breathing and fight to focus on surviving but I can’t take it.

I tap his leg with my hand, “You got me! I give! I give!”

Foster immediately lets go of me. I collapse on the mat, lying on my stomach. I feel the country singer slide back and press his bulge on my ass. he leans down and kisses me between my shoulder blades, “You done real good, big man. Thanks for the match.”

I roll over under him and he leans in and kisses me on the lips. I melt. He pats my chest, “Sorry to do this, but me and Beau got some business to finish.”

I nod. He rises then helps me up. I get to the corner where Beau gives me a hug. I slide out of the ring and down onto the floor. I’m pissed at going out first but that kiss might’ve been worth it. What a fuckin’ man.

Round Four: Foster vs. Beau

The two bulls circle. Older and hairy vs. younger and smooth, they’re both strong as fuck as pretty fresh. The blond bodybuilder has the definite advantage. Beau only has to get one more fall, while Foster has to beat him twice, unless he knocks him out. Selfishly, I’m cheering for the hairy hunk. I like the young cowboy but we’ve only known each other for a couple of days. If Foster wins, I still might see some action with him.

Beau says, “Glad to get one more round with you.”

The country singer laughs, “Pretty cocky, assuming only one more round.”

“You’re free to prove me wrong, superstar."

The guys circle the ring, knowing this is the main event. They’re more cautious and focused. They bend forward and smack hands before diving in simultaneously. They lock up in a collar-and-elbow. They get even bigger as they both use all their strength and tricks to get an advantage. Finally, Beau overwhelms Foster, pushing him to the side with his superior strength.

The hairy muscleman goes limp and turns with the shove. This causes Beau to fall forward, missing whatever he was going for. Foster grabs the blond bodybuilder’s wrist. He twists it into a standing armbar, working the shoulder hard. Beau grunts. The singing superstar wrenches the arm around, keeping his distance and slightly behind to avoid any punches or kicks.

Beau starts to power out but Foster isn’t waiting. He lifts his left foot up high into the cowboy’s armpit. The hairy hunk suddenly drops onto his back, pulling Beau with him. PLOP! As he lands, Foster pulls down on Beau’s arm as he extends his leg. The force hyperextends the smooth muscleman’s arm and threatens to pull it from the shoulder socket. ARGH!

The cowboy lets out a cry and flies across the mat, moaning in pain. He grabs his shoulder and his arm hangs down limp. Foster charges in with a low dropkick to the shoulder. WHACK! The force is so hard that Beau flies over the bottom rope and down onto the floor below. SPLAT! The blond bodybuilder gets to his feet, carefully watching Foster.

The hairy hunk paces hungrily, wanting to press his advantage but senses that his opponent is ready for anything he might try. Beau shakes out his arm then slowly climbs onto the apron. I think he’s playing possum a little, but maybe I just overestimate his resilience. I keep my mouth shut as he carefully ducks down then steps over the middle rope into the ring.

Foster aggressively charges at him. He lifts his right boot, aiming for the young muscleman’s lowered shoulder, but I was right. Beau lured him into it. He guesses it’s coming, smoothly dodging out of the way at the last second. The hairy hunk misses and sails forward, his right boot going between the ropes and whole leg follows out of the ring. BOING!

The superstar curses as he straddles the middle rope. Beau is up inside the ring. With the hairy hunk momentarily trapped, the blond bodybuilder gets a free opening. He kicks Foster’s left boot out and the superstar falls backwards. SPLAT! Beau stops his right leg from coming back into the ring then grabs the red and white cowboy-style pro boot.

Beau pulls the big boot into the ring under the middle rope, locking Foster’s leg around the rope. He uses his 230-lbs of muscle to pull hard, straining the knee. The hairy hunk thrashes on the mat as Beau tortures the joint. He swings up and punches Beau’s side, but the young cowboy’s thick muscle can absorb the shots. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

The blond bodybuilder locks Foster’s foot under the bottom rope then rises. The hairy hunk lifts his hands, “No, no, no!” Beau drives his boot into the knee. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The force of the boots unlocks Foster’s boot and he quickly pulls it inside and rolls away. He grips his knee and curses as the hairy muscle beast rolls to stay out of reach.

Beau’s not letting that happen. He moves in fast, reaching down for the ailing superstar. Foster’s got a surprise for him, though. He spins and grabs around the back of Beau’s head then pulls the surprised cowboy over into a cradle. Pins might not count, but this gives the hairy hunk time to recover while Beau’s wrapped up with all his weight pushing down on his neck.

Foster maneuvers the hold into a spladle, spreading Beau’s legs out wide. I hear the blond bodybuilder groan as his groin is stretched open. He curses as he’s tortured, rolled in a ball on his head, ass up and boots out wide. The hairy hunk works the position, making sure it hurts. I see Beau trying to work his arms under then around, trying to find a way to counter.

The country singing superstar shifts positions so he has one hand free. He asks Beau to give as he grabs his ass and squeezes it playfully. The blond bodybuilder refuses then finally manages to power his way out. The two studs roll away then rise. Beau rolls his neck out as Foster works out his knee. Both musclemen are hard in their trunks and damn, they are stacked! I know Beau is huge but looks like the hairy hunk is just as big down there. Woof.

They move in. Beau goes low for the leg. Foster expects it, but stopping the young cowboy is like stopping a freight train. The younger bull plows right in and grabs the leg. He lifts and topples the superstar onto his back. WHOMP! Beau flips him over into a single leg crab and sits back. As hard as this is on the back, I’m betting Foster’s feeling it in his knee, too.

Foster tries to power out but that’s 230-lbs of young muscle on him. With his weakened leg, the hairy muscle beast can’t come close to moving him. The superstar holds out against the pain, testing his will. Beau realizes that he’s not giving so he steps forward. Instead of letting go of the leg, Beau lifts the boot up then drives it down onto the canvas. WHACK! The country singer cries out and flops onto his back in obvious pain.

Beau grabs the boot and with a step and spin, he’s got the bearded bull in position for a figure-four. Foster can’t stop him from locking the legs up then falling back. ARGH! The hairy hunk writhes and thrashes in agony as his knee is tortured again. The blond bodybuilder extends his leg to increase the pressure as he pushes up to a seated position to watch the suffering.

The superstar singer is really in pain. He’s crying out and thrashing. Yeah, he’s not acting. Beau tells him to give, saying he wants Foster to be able to dance at his next show. The hairy hunk puts his hands over his face then suddenly throws himself to the left then the right then the left again. I’m amazed as he actually manages to roll the 230-lbs muscleboy over!

Now, it’s Beau who’s hollering in agony as the figure-four is reversed. The pressure switches sides and the blond bodybuilder pounds the mat in frustration and pain. Foster presses up on his mighty arms, with his massive triceps flexing as he increases the pressure. The young cowboy buries his face in his forearms as he focuses on trying to free his legs.

Finally, Beau manages to unwrap their legs. He lies on his stomach moaning as Foster slithers forward then rises. He walks around, gingerly trying to work out his legs. He still took the worst of it but he survived and that’s what matters. I slap the ring apron, cheering them both on. I tell them to get up and keep going. That seems to energize them both.

The studs move in. Foster keeps his right leg back to defend it. Beau moves in fast for a lockup. The country singer uses a football move to split Beau’s hands and swat them away. The hairy muscle beast moves in and clocks the young cowboy with a charging forearm to the head. WHACK! The surprise shot stuns the blond bodybuilder.

With a momentary advantage, Foster grabs Beau’s head and spins them around so they’re back-to-back. He pulls the back of the blond bodybuilder’s head onto his broad shoulder. The young cowboy’s heaving pecs rise as he’s held there. He tries to reach back to free his head but Foster drops for a Rex Rood style Rood Awakening neckbreaker. CRACK!

Beau rolls onto his side, holding his neck. The country superstar grabs a handful of hair then forces Beau onto his knees. He moves in behind then locks on a rear naked choke. The young cowboy’s thick arms swing as the sleeper hold tightens around his neck. He fights to stay conscious as the bearded bull’s mighty arms pump around his head, weakening him.

Foster leans forward, bending Beau’s head. The blond bodybuilder’s massive shoulders slump and his arms move slower. Suddenly, I see the young cowboy’s hands form fists as he summons his strength. He rises up, pushing against the 225-lbs pressing down onto his back. He reaches back then grabs Foster’s head. He pulls forward fast, flipping the hairy hunk over his shoulder!

As he flips over the blond bodybuilder’s shoulder, somehow the hairy muscle beast doesn’t let go of the choke. He flops over and pulls the young cowboy with him. The country music superstar’s forearm cuts into his throat. Beau has to flip with him, somersaulting over on top of the bearded bull. Foster locks his legs around the shocked stud and tightens the sleeper.

Beau struggles as he lies on Foster. The hairy hunk pulls Beau’s head left and right as he drains all the strength from the massive young cowboy. Beau’s arms flail and his legs kick weakly as he’s choked and held. I see his eyes rolling back in his head and his body go limp.

Foster call to me, “Get in here, big man. Check his arms.”

I slide in and grab Beau’s left wrist. I lift then let go.

PLOP! “ONE!”

I lift again, holding the arm up high then I let go.

PLOP! “That’s two!”

I lift for a third time, searching for any sign of consciousness. I let go.

PLOP! I state the obvious, “THREE!”

Foster lets go then pushes Beau’s unconscious carcass off him. The young cowboy sleeps on his stomach as the hairy hunk sits up. He pats the knocked-out muscleman’s firm ass and nods, admiringly. Foster looks at me, “What did I do to deserve you two walking into my life?”

I smile, “That’s clean living for you.”

The country music superstar laughs, “You must not read social media. It can’t be that. But I’ll take it. And I guess, I get to take both you guys, too.”

Stakes!

The country singer stands victorious over Beau. What a beast. I sit in the ring clapping. He looks at me with a big smirk. I roll over and crawl right in front of him. I get on my knees. He grabs my chin, lifts my head and leans down for another kiss. As soon as our lips touch, my body shudders in ecstasy. Fortunately, I manage not to shoot my load but it’s close.

Not sure if Foster knows how I’m reacting but he keeps kissing me. It feels so nice. When he tilts his head, I get a peek at him rubbing his bulge. He’s incredible. This moment is incredible. My own cock aches in anticipation. I reach down and work my trunks down off my ass then free my cock. I shimmy them onto my thighs, careful not to break the kiss.

Foster pulls back, “I think he’s gonna be out for a little while.”

“Yeah, reckon so.”

“Doesn’t mean we need to wait. Why don’t you show me what you got, handsome?”

The hairy hunk stands up. I lower my eyes to his trunks. They’re sagging down from the weight of his swollen manhood. I can’t believe this is happening. One of the hottest celebrities EVER and I’m here in the ring with him. I lean in and wrap my lips around his cock head inside his red trunks. I suck on it as he caresses my head and tells me how hot I am.

I get the front of his trunks wet then reach up and pull them down. I hesitate but he says, “Do it, buddy.” Foster Longhorn just called me buddy. I peel the trunks down, revealing his trimmed pelvis. I stretch the spandex out and his thick cut meat flops out. It points right at my mouth like it knows where it’s supposed to be. I fight to focus, working the tight wet trunks over his boots and off completely. I finish stripping mine and he doesn’t object.

When I rise back up, that amazing cock is still there, pointing at me. I lick my lips to get them nice and moist. I lean in, controlling my nerves. I’ve had fantasies about this man ever since I saw him at Lucky’s but this is reality. My mouth engulfs the tip of his cock and it’s better than any fantasy imaginable. I just savor it for a moment then slide down halfway.

I bob my head, gripping the base of his beautiful cock with my hand. I hear him saying, “Yeah, that’s it. Oh fuck, you’re doing great.” I keep working the powerful manhood, doing my best to satisfy him. I block out every thought as I work, focusing on nothing but pleasing Foster. The hairy hunk sure sounds pleased. In fact, I please him a little too much.

As I taste pre-cum, Foster says, “Whoa, buddy.” I slow down then stop. The famous country singer grabs my head. I let him guide me deeper until I’m gagging on his thick cock. He pulls his hips back then thrusts in again. I just take what he gives, enjoying every second of it. I squeeze his thick thighs, feeling the same muscles that made me give. God, they’re awesome.

Foster’s awesome.

The face fuck keeps going but eventually he slides out. I stare at his crotch. His cock is huge and shiny with my saliva. I want it so bad. I look up and see him looking over at Beau. Fuck, I hope I didn’t just prime his cock to go in the young cowboy’s ass! I can’t hold back. I boldly ask the superstar country singer, “You got both my submissions. You gonna fuck me?”

The country singer looks down with a smirk, “You want me to?”

We both know the answer, but I say it, “Fuck yeah.”

The handsome hairy hunk smiles then pushes on my forehead. I roll onto my back and grab behind my knees. SPLAT! He heads to the corner where I left lube and condoms then comes back. I’ve got my knees pulled back and my cheeks spread as I just stare up at him. The big stud drops to his knees, “Eager, ain’t ya?” I let that lie, not wanting to admit I’ve wanted him for 15 years.

Foster gets himself into position. He puts his huge paws on my calves and rolls me back, lifting my ass. We lock eyes and he pushes inside me. I gasp as his thick cock splits me in two. He’s huge and I feel him splitting me in half but I love the pain. He goes slow but I still moan encouragingly, begging for him to take my ass. He doesn’t need to be told but smiles at my whimpering.

The country superstar gets to pumping and pounding. My mouth hangs open and I nod, telling him how good it feels. He’s grunting and thrusting, plowing deep inside my hole. I never want it to end. The hairy hunk keeps it going, staying rock-hard as he pistons in and out of my ass. My cock is throbbing, rock-hard and hovering over my stomach.

Foster’s sweat drips down onto my manhood as he picks up steam. I beg for him to cum inside me, to breed me and give me his seed. Now, his mouth sags open, too and I can hear him gasping as every amazing muscle in his body tenses. He warns me that he’s close, so I beg him to finish inside me. My pleading for his seed does it and I feel the warmth of his eruption.

The hairy hunk empties his balls then slides out. The loaded condom slides off and Foster falls back onto his ass. I drop my head back and let my legs down, completely satisfied. I close my eyes, trying to burn every moment into my brain when I suddenly feel lips around my cock. I look up in shock to see Foster fucking Longhorn sucking my cock.

I gasp as I prop myself up on my elbows. I don’t say anything, not wanting to spoil the moment. I just focus on him working. I try not to explode immediately, but I can’t hold back. I warn the hairy hunk and he keeps going. Seconds later, I’m shooting my load down his throat and he’s swallowing it all. He keeps sucking until I’m soft and drained.

Foster sits back and smirks at me, “Thanks, big man.”

I shake my head, marveling at how down-to-earth he is, “You’re thanking me? Any. Time. Seriously.” I smile, “I guess I can admit this now. I’ve wanted you since we were both 20. You played a dive called Lucky’s near my farm. I looked for you after the show but you were gone, so I never got a chance to tell you how talented you are.”

“Shit. I’d like to say I remembered, but I played a lot of places called Lucky’s over the years. Too bad we didn’t meet.”

“Actually, I’m glad. You’re a helluva lot sexier now.”

The country singer actually blushes. Before he can say anything, Beau stirs and sits up. He sees us and sniffs. He knows exactly what’s happened, “Damn, did I miss the fun?”

Foster smirks and grabs his junk, “Hell no. I got something just for you, big boy.”

With a wave of his hand, the hairy hunk orders Beau to his feet. The cowboy is turned to face the corner, ass out. The blond bodybuilder grabs the top rope on either side of the turnbuckle. Foster wipes his junk down with a towel then grabs more protection and lube. He calls me over and hands me the stuff then moves into the younger muscleman.

The country singer grabs Beau’s ass and squeezes his cheeks. He fondles the mountainous butt cheeks, eliciting moans from the young cowboy. Foster whips off a sharp slap to Beau’s butt. SPANK! He gets a long moan, so he does it again. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! The blond bodybuilder’s smooth white ass tightens as the red handprint rises on it.

Foster holds out two fingers and I lube them up. He finger fucks Beau, loosening his hole. He forces his fingers in deep then pulls them out. The hairy hunk lets me fluff him (force myself not to linger) then sheathe his rock-hard cock. As he prepares to plow the blond bodybuilder, Foster asks me to come behind him and reach around to play with his furry pecs.

“Yes, sir,” is all I can say. I notice that he doesn’t object to me calling him ‘sir’ this time.

As the superstar presses his cock into the moaning young cowboy, I fondle his thick meaty chest. Oh yes. Foster fucks Beau faster and harder, driving his cock in all the way. The blond bodybuilder cries out as his ass is taken. I know he really wanted to top the hairy muscle beast but he can’t complain about getting plowed by one of the biggest stars in country music.

Foster gets moaning fast, another load building. I squeeze his furry pecs harder and he gasps. It doesn’t take long before he’s pulling out and ripping the condom off. The country beefcake jerks his cock as he orders Beau to turn and kneel. Foster says, “Okay, big boy, you can jerk off, too.” The two of them start pumping their cocks as I step around to watch.

The hairy hunk erupts first, firing his load onto Beau’s massive chest. The cowboy sticks his chest out to receive it all. Foster runs his fingers through Beau’s blond hair and I move behind the young muscleman to rub his shoulders. It doesn’t take long before the kneeling bodybuilder explodes all over the ring, unleashing his load. He shakes and shudders as he erupts.

I help Beau to his feet and the three of us move in. Foster tells us how amazing this was. We agree. The mutual admiration society continues for a few minutes then it’s time to clean up the ring.

All Done

The ring’s cleaned up. The hairy hunk helped, mopping the ring then asking for more work. We have an awesome shower and shoot the shit like old friends while we get dressed. Even Beau opens up, admitting he’s going through a rough time. We wait outside for Foster’s ride. He shakes our hands, which makes us all laugh. We switch to big hugs and it feels a lot better.

“Boys, I gotta say you made my fantasy come true.”

We swear that he’s the one making fantasies come true but then all just decide it was an awesome time. I can barely catch my breath as we exchange contact info.

Foster casually says, “Don’t be shy. Y’all know where I’ll be 200 nights a year. And Beau, if you wanna keep this break of yours going, we can always use experienced security on the road.”

“Thanks, man. Nice to have options.”

“And Buck, I don’t envy you your choice, but I know whichever way you go, it’ll work out for you. You’re a good man.”

His big black SUV pulls up and he heads off. My heart sinks a little, but not as much as I expected. I’d say I feel a lot happier than anything else.

Beau puts his arm around my shoulder, “What a fuckin’ man.”

I nod, “Yep.”

The End