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| Me. (Tom) |
Alex firmly replies, “Just stop, Tom. No gay guy needs to hear a straight guy telling him how lucky he is or how much easier he has it because he’s gay.” I open my mouth but stops me, “In any context. Not these days. You say it way too much. Okay?”
I nod. I do say that to him a lot. Break ups. Dry spells. Dating. In a relationship. So, yeah, all the time. I didn’t know it bugged him. Maybe it didn’t, maybe it’s just my timing. Or maybe it’s because Alex is the most chill guy I’ve ever met. I’ve never heard him yell at anyone or about anything in the three years we’ve been neighbors. And I would hear it. He’s certainly heard me yelling and being yelled at. I can be a volatile guy.
We share a non-brick wall between our lofts that isn’t very soundproof. I’m 28 and he’s 32. We’re both busy. He’s heard me with a lot of chicks. One day, we were shooting the shit. He joked about it. I admitted that I’ve heard him with guys, too. His fucks sound very physical. A lot of grunting. And there’s even what sounds like dirty talk. I can’t make out the words, but it’s the tone. It’s kind of hot. I bet he can say stuff to his guys that would get me slapped or sued.
Since then, we’ve been each other’s relationship consultants. More him for me. Chicks create drama. I’d still love to have his deal, even if I can’t say it to him right now. Alex grabs my shoulder and squeezes it, letting me know it’s okay. See? Chill. Speaking of ‘chill’, him squeezing my shoulder and looking into my eyes always gives me one. He gets up to get us beers and snacks before the Blackhawks game starts.
As he walks by, my buddy rubs my head, “Date a guy first then tell me how easy it is.” Oh, I always like that, too. I know he doesn’t mean anything by it and I’m not interested in him in that way, but there’s just something about the way he does it. Shivers down my spine.
I call back, “I wish I could, man. Dudes are low maintenance. Logical. Want sex. You guys even like giving blowjobs. You know how many chicks I’ve dated that like giving blowjobs? None. If I want head, I better be ready to beg and barter. It’ll cost me.” I add, “And it’s not because I smell down there. I clean up hardcore before a date.” I smirk, “Or coming over here."
Alex laughs. He told me I stink one time when I came over. I fixed it and now I’m bordering on obsessive bodily cleanliness. He comes back and dramatically sniffs me to check and nods, “Yeah, you smell good. You’ve come a long way, baby.”
I playfully give him the finger then say, “I’d love it if a chick would just lean over while I’m watching the game, suck me off, and be cool about it.”
“And you want her to swallow, of course.”
I laugh, “Of course.”
Alex hands me a beer, lays down an amazing meat, cheese, and fruit plate, followed by a big bowl of chips, with sides of homemade guac and salsa. The guy knows how to feed a man. He drops down on the other side of the couch. He pats his legs and says, “All right, the therapist is in session. Tell me about whoever has you wanting to switch teams this time.”
I adjust the pillow, stretch out on the sofa, resting my calves on his lap. I did it as a joke the first time, but he really is my therapist, so it feels right to lie down on his couch. I go into it. He listens. Rubs my shin. He never says much, but he says all the right things. I feel better. I ask, “How do you do it? I can’t find someone and you find everyone. Is it my looks?”
Alex shrugs, “I don’t date that much. And you’re just fishing for compliments. You know you’re gorgeous. Blond. Handsome. Tight body. Great hygiene. You even dress well. For a straight guy.”
I laugh, “Now who’s fishing for compliments?” He’s the one who expanded my wardrobe and showed me how to make jeans and a t-shirt look neat and stylish. I was definitely on the slobby side of the spectrum when he met me.
It does make me feel good to be called gorgeous, though. I’m 5’10”, blond hair, clean-cut, and lean muscles from distance running. I lift weights, too, but mainly, that’s just given me some definition. At a party, I did overhear one of Alex’s friends describe me as a ‘generically handsome breeder’ to someone else, which sounded both rude and nice. Probably mostly rude, but he called me handsome, so I was cool.
Alex is my opposite. He’s a big boy. 6’/215-lbs. I still look boyish while he’s all grown up. I’ve seen his body at the gym. Beefy muscular. Thick arms, legs, chest, broad shoulders. Flat stomach but no six-pack. Dark hair with a beard. He’s hairy in front and on his legs and forearms, but he keeps it trimmed. I get why gay guys like him and why he’s a successful slut.
I answer him, “Okay, yes, I wanted to hear something nice about me and I knew you’d do it. But c’mon. You’re a slut, just like me. You’re just better at it. You have guys over all the time.”
“Not for sex, though.”
“Dude, I can hear you.” I roll onto my back, looking up at him. I point at the wall, “Remember? I heard you last night fucking a guy. Or getting fucked. I didn’t listen in.”
“Oh, that was just wrestling. You’re mistaking it for sex.”
“Wrestling? You and the guy were wrestling?” Alex nods. “Like high school? Or WWE?”
“Actually, yesterday was submission. But I do pro-fantasy. Love it.”
“You’re serious?” My neighbor nods. I sit up and look at him, “I never knew that was a thing. All the times we’ve watched wrestling, you never said that you wrestle here in this apartment.” He shrugs. I ask, “Submission I think I get. What’s pro-fantasy?”
“Exactly what it sounds like. Submission is competitive. Pro-fantasy is just play. We dress up in some gear. Act out matches. Use more pro holds and moves. Pre-determined outcome. Usually.”
“Gear? What does that mean?"
“Pro wrestling gear. Trunks, boots, masks, pads. Like, I’ve got two pair of pro wrestling boots - black and white - with matching pads. And I have a bunch of trunks. Some tights. A title belt. Whatever makes it more fun.”
“Wow. So, which wrestler do you pretend to be?”
“None. Some guys have created their own characters, but mostly I’m just me. Maybe I add a nickname, if we’re doing entrances. Depends. Usually one guy plays a heel, the other guy the face. Sometimes it’s back-and-forth. Sometimes it’s a squash. The holds are stiff but no real submissions. We want it to last. You know, like on TV when we were growing up.”
“Huh.” I try to imagine him dressing up as a pro wrestler. I can see it. “Is that why I hear grunting and dirty talk? I thought you were fucking.” Alex gives me a smirk as his head tilts right to left and back. “Oh, so, it is sex. It’s not really wrestling?”
My neighbor shakes his head,“No, it’s absolutely really wrestling. Always wrestling. Just sometimes, depending on the opponent, we go a little further. Two sweaty guys rolling around. Bound to happen.”
I’m kind of amazed, “I didn’t know gay guys did this.”
“Not just gay guys. I’ve wrestled straight guys. Bi guys. Closeted guys. Confused guys. Any guy really. I mean, it’s fun and, most of the time, there’s no sex. Maybe some jerking off or sucking, but that’s about as far as it goes like 95% of the time. I’ve had sex-sex with like maybe four wrestlers?” He counts on his fingers, naming names, “Barry. Scott. Josh. Joe. Yeah. Four.”
“Huh.” I try to wrap my head around this.
We change topics but this one stays in the back of my head for some reason.
SUNDAY. ALEX'S APARTMENT.
“Hey, you’re early. C’mon in. Must mean you have something to say.”
I am early. Alex and I are watching the Bears today. He welcomes me in as I debate whether I’m making a huge mistake or not.
My neighbor asks, “How’d the second date go?”
I sigh as I crash on his sofa., “I don’t want to talk about that.”
“Uh oh. What happened?”
“No, the date was fine. What I mean is, I want to talk but that’s not what I want to talk about.” I breathe in and out slowly. Alex waits patiently. “I really don’t know if I should say this.”
“What? You’ve never been shy about talking about anything before.” Alex sits down and pats his lap. “The Doctor is in.” I hesitate. He prods me, “C’mon, Tom, you can tell me anything. What’s going on?”
I blurt out, “I was thinking about our conversation.” There I said it. I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.
Alex asks, “What conversation?”
Okay, I get that. The conversation was obviously more important to me than to him. I breathe in deep then just say it, “The wrestling one. I can’t get it out of my mind. Say I wanted to, you know, try out wrestling with a guy. How would I do that?”
“I assume we’re just talking wrestling.” I hesitate. Alex raises his eyebrows, “Wait? Whaaat? What’s going on here?”
“I don’t know. It’s just … it sounds fun. Wrestling. I’ve got this picture in my head and it won’t go away. I’d like to try it. Maybe with another straight guy. Or a gay guy who doesn’t want sex. Like, I don’t want a cock up my ass or in my mouth.”
“Your cock can always go in their mouth or ass. Lots of guys would suck you or bottom for you.” My eyes go wide. My buddy laughs, “You're cute when you act shocked. Anyway, I can absolutely help you try it out. I know a couple of guys who’d be perfect for a straight beginner. Which pro wrestlers would you like to wrestle? That’ll help me figure out your type.”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe a guy who’s like the opposite of me. Like, the big hairy guys on Saturday morning when I was a kid. Remember, like, Arn Anderson or Brad Armstrong?”
Alex laughs out loud, “Are you sure you’re not gay?” I look at him. He says, “Sorry. It’s just those are very interesting choices. Very … never mind. On the positive side, hairy and beefy is easier to find than if you’d said, say, muscle guys like Ultimate Warrior or John Cena. I know a couple of great local Arn Anderson types, depending on how loose your definition is.”
“Okay. Wow. This suddenly became real.” I idly adjust my bulge. My neighbor notices.
Alex asks, “Can I ask something? Is this a new interest? Like, have you ever thought about this before we talked?” I shake my head. “Okay. So brand new.” I nod. “Okay. Well, of course I can help you. And nothing sexual.” Again, I hesitate. “See, I need to understand that look, buddy.”
“Well, no sex, but you know. We’re going to be rolling around in … what do we wear?”
“Probably like a speedo.”
“Rolling around in speedos. So, it’s kind of sexual. But no sex. You see? I mean you said most of your matches don’t have sex.”
“Sure.” Alex thinks. He says, “So, you’re okay with sexy, but not sex? Like, if hands roam in holds, that’s cool.” I nod. “Trunks stay on.” I nod. “Easy. Describes most of my wrestling. So, you never thought wrestling was sexy while watching it?” I shake my head. “But now?”
“Now, I get it. And it’s kind of opened my mind.”
“Okay. And this is driven by your current frustration with women." I shrug. "It's cool. I need to ask. Have you ever had a fantasy about a guy? Done anything? Watched gay porn? Spill.”
“I’ve never done anything. I mean, I’ve watched porn, but all straight stuff.” I admit, “I have dreamt about one guy. It was weird.”
“Was it me?”
I frown, “Fuck off.”
Alex smirks, “It was me. Interesting.” He playfully rubs his chest, “So, you like this sexy hairy beefcake? No wonder you picked Arn Anderson.”
I give him the finger, “It’s not you. And it doesn’t matter. Dreams aren't literal. Point is, I think wrestling sounds fun and I’m not going to be a prude about it.”
“Does it sound fun to you? Because you looked scared when I said I knew someone.”
“I am a little scared. Now that I’ve said it out loud. Now that you said it could happen. I am scared. But more in a ‘scared of the unknown’ way.”
Alex nods. He suggests, “Want to watch some wrestling porn?”
“What? There’s wrestling porn?”
“Yeah, of course. Sexy guys rolling around on mats or in a ring. How could there not be?”
“And they fuck. I don't know if I'm ready to watch that.”
“No, they don't fuck. Not in my favorite videos. In my favorites, they don’t have any sex at all. And most don’t even have nudity. Of my faves, Wade Cutler and Brooklyn Bodywrecker strip down.” He starts thinking, naming more guys I’ve never heard of, “Brad Rochelle and Mike Columbo don’t.”
“Okay, okay. I’m confused. How is that porn if there’s no nudity or sex?”
“Well, the guys are hot. They’re fighting. Pumped. Sweaty. Sexy holds. Moaning. Domination. There are all kinds of videos, but I like pro-style squashes the best.”
“Can you show me one? Without sex or nudity?”
Alex smiles broadly, "Can I show you one? Yeah, I think I can manage that."
My neighbor disappears into his bedroom then returns with three books of DVD sleeves. There must be 200 videos or more. He says he trades videos with a couple of guys, but he’s bought a lot of them. My buddy takes me through different companies and then different types within the companies. I’m overwhelmed. He decides some place called BGEast is the best place to start. He pulls out a bunch then sorts them.
I laugh, “I didn’t realize there’d be homework.”
“Well, it’s a place to start. Again, it’s porn -”
“With no sex or nudity.”
“Yes. Get over it. It’s my kind of porn. The only porn I own. My point is, it’s porn -” He pauses but I don’t interrupt this time. “- so it’s not like the matches you’ll have, but it’s in the spirit of the matches you’ll have. It’ll help you figure out what you want to do.”
“So, I watch these. Then what?”
“If it looks like something that you want to do, I can set you up. Then if you like that, we’ll get you on the wrestling personals sites. Don’t be scared. I’ll guide you.”
“Wait, there are wrestling personals sites? Can you show me that, too?”
Alex’s eyes light up. He’s so excited to share this all with me. I guess he doesn’t really share it with anyone. He grabs his titanium PowerBook. We sit close. He opens one site and shows me how it works. There are thousands of guys. Lots local. There are straight ones. And gay guys who don’t want sex. That’s cool. Alex shows me his profile. Wow, he is hot in pro gear. He shows me some of his favorite guys and shares stories about matches.
I’m overwhelmed.
As he talks, I instinctively adjust my bulge. We both look down. Alex smiles, “Looks like we might be onto something.” I blush, but I can’t deny it, my cock is growing. He says, “Want to watch some videos together now?” I nod. “Let’s see. How about we start with a Brad Rochelle ring match then we can go from there? Brad’s one of my favorites and it’s tame.”
We settle in. I get the appeal. The guys are definitely good looking. Brad is a ripped all-American fitness model type in rainbow briefs with ‘speedo’ on his ass. More muscular than me, but I could get there, maybe. Body goals. His opponent, ‘Dom the Dominator’, is the same height but a muscular bodybuilder type, tanned, thick wavy black hair in lime green trunks. He’s got a cocky bad guy attitude. Face-heel. Got it.
It’s called Demolition 3 and it’s a squash. Brad looks good stretched out. He screams as the hot muscle guy beats the crap out of him. It gets hot. A few minutes in and I’m rubbing the front of my jeans. Yeah, I’m really getting what Alex likes about it. He says, “Whip it out.” I hesitate. “I can leave you alone if you want privacy. I know it all by heart.” I bet he does.
I shake my head, “No, I’m okay. Stay and watch with me.” I stand up. I strip off my shirt.
Alex gets up, “Be right back.”
My neighbor comes back with towels and lube. Good call. My cock wants to be free. I breathe in deeply. Am I really going to do this? I am. I undo my belt then open my jeans. I peel them down to my ankles. Alex puts a towel down on his leather couch. I sit back down and get back to watching. I drizzle some lube on my cock then start jerking for real. Brad submits. That’s hot. I’m rock-hard.
I laugh, “I didn’t realize there’d be homework.”
“Well, it’s a place to start. Again, it’s porn -”
“With no sex or nudity.”
“Yes. Get over it. It’s my kind of porn. The only porn I own. My point is, it’s porn -” He pauses but I don’t interrupt this time. “- so it’s not like the matches you’ll have, but it’s in the spirit of the matches you’ll have. It’ll help you figure out what you want to do.”
“So, I watch these. Then what?”
“If it looks like something that you want to do, I can set you up. Then if you like that, we’ll get you on the wrestling personals sites. Don’t be scared. I’ll guide you.”
“Wait, there are wrestling personals sites? Can you show me that, too?”
Alex’s eyes light up. He’s so excited to share this all with me. I guess he doesn’t really share it with anyone. He grabs his titanium PowerBook. We sit close. He opens one site and shows me how it works. There are thousands of guys. Lots local. There are straight ones. And gay guys who don’t want sex. That’s cool. Alex shows me his profile. Wow, he is hot in pro gear. He shows me some of his favorite guys and shares stories about matches.
As he talks, I instinctively adjust my bulge. We both look down. Alex smiles, “Looks like we might be onto something.” I blush, but I can’t deny it, my cock is growing. He says, “Want to watch some videos together now?” I nod. “Let’s see. How about we start with a Brad Rochelle ring match then we can go from there? Brad’s one of my favorites and it’s tame.”
We settle in. I get the appeal. The guys are definitely good looking. Brad is a ripped all-American fitness model type in rainbow briefs with ‘speedo’ on his ass. More muscular than me, but I could get there, maybe. Body goals. His opponent, ‘Dom the Dominator’, is the same height but a muscular bodybuilder type, tanned, thick wavy black hair in lime green trunks. He’s got a cocky bad guy attitude. Face-heel. Got it.
It’s called Demolition 3 and it’s a squash. Brad looks good stretched out. He screams as the hot muscle guy beats the crap out of him. It gets hot. A few minutes in and I’m rubbing the front of my jeans. Yeah, I’m really getting what Alex likes about it. He says, “Whip it out.” I hesitate. “I can leave you alone if you want privacy. I know it all by heart.” I bet he does.
I shake my head, “No, I’m okay. Stay and watch with me.” I stand up. I strip off my shirt.
My neighbor comes back with towels and lube. Good call. My cock wants to be free. I breathe in deeply. Am I really going to do this? I am. I undo my belt then open my jeans. I peel them down to my ankles. Alex puts a towel down on his leather couch. I sit back down and get back to watching. I drizzle some lube on my cock then start jerking for real. Brad submits. That’s hot. I’m rock-hard.
Alex says, “And that’s just the first fall.”
My buddy joins me, naked on the couch. I check out his dick. He’s hard, too. Shorter than mine, but thicker. I’m cut, he’s uncut. Tons of pre-cum, so no lube needed for him. He’s going slow, just watching. I match his speed. He doesn’t say anything else, just leaves me alone to do whatever I’m going to do. My eyes go between him jerking and the wrestling.
Brad is really suffering. He’s whimpering and moaning. Poor guy. This muscular heel is kicking his ass and I’m loving it. I keep looking at Alex jerking off. My buddy notices. He asks, “Want to trade?” I’m confused then I get it. I look at his cock as Brad groans in pain. Why is this so sexy? It’s just two guys in a wrestling squash match. I guess it just is.
I take my hand off my cock and Alex slides beside me. He grabs my hand and puts it on his dick. It’s the first time I’ve ever held another guy’s cock before. My neighbor grabs mine. He starts jerking. I do the same. He’s so thick. He says ‘tighter’. I squeeze until he says ‘perfect’. I get into a rhythm and look back at the TV. I don’t give him any instructions. He’s doing just fine.
We jerk each other as the action gets rougher. Alex says, “We’re almost there.” I nod. He goes faster, so I pump faster, too. My load is building. Dom racks Brad over his broad shoulders. I groan. He suffers like such a bitch. Dom practically bends him in half. Wow, he’s so strong and Brad is so flexible. That’s domination. I’m gasping. I don’t want to cum, yet, but I’m done.
“I’m getting close. Oh fuck, man, I’m so fucking ready.”
Alex shocks me. He leans in, knocking my hand off his dick. My buddy puts his lips on my cock. I just stare down at him as he takes half my dick in his mouth. I can hear Brad suffering, but I can’t not watch Alex work. His hand pumps my shaft as he sucks me. Oh fuck. A couple of minutes later, I warn him again, “Seriously, I’m gonna cum!” He doesn’t care. He just works harder.
I explode in Alex’s mouth. My whole body shakes. I grip his shoulder and arch my back. Alex swallows my load. I keep shooting but he handles all I got. I relax, collapsing in a sweaty mess on his couch. He keeps sucking. Oh, fuck. I’m so sensitive. His tongue flicks my piss slit. I push on him, “Stop. Enough. Please.” My buddy finally moves off me. I’m exhausted as I look at the screen. Dom is posing over the loser.
“Fuck. Do you know how long it’s been since I got a blowjob?”
Alex opens his mouth and extends his tongue. I can see my cum there, he closes his mouth and swallows it. Oh. Hot. My buddy washes it down with beer then asks, “So, you like wrestling?” I just nod, unable to speak. “And you’re not too freaked out?“ I shake my head. “Good.” Alex hands me a small towel. He rolls back and starts pumping his cock. I watch him finish himself off, hypnotized as he works.
I feel bad that I’m not reciprocating, but he reads my mind. Alex says, “Just relax. You’ve done enough for today. I got this.” And he does. Alex skips to the third match with one of his faves, Mike Columbo getting squashed. He fast forwards to both guys outside the ring. Oh, Mike just got slammed face first into the door! Ouch. Why is it so hot?
My eyes go back and forth between Mike getting beat down and humiliated to my beefy, hairy neighbor pumping his cock. I eventually just watch him jerk. It’s only a couple of minutes but I’m kind of frozen. He groans then coats his hairy body with his cum. I take it all in. Wow, he shoots high. When he’s done, he grabs a small towel and wipes his hands.
Alex asks, “Want to shower?” I shake my head. He smiles, “Sorry, let me be more clear. Want to shower alone?”
I find my voice, “It’s okay. I’m good. I didn’t really make a mess. Thanks to you.”
Alex laughs then says he’ll be back in five minutes. I watch him walk away, checking out his backside. I’ve never really looked at another guy’s butt as a potential hole to fuck. It’s a hot ass. He rounds the corner and I’m left to think. I idly play with myself, trying to figure things out. I change to the Bears game, but I’m still thinking about me and dudes.
Alex asked if was freaked out. I’m really not. I’m more stunned. Just processing what’s happened. Does this make me bi? It must. For my first experience with a guy, it was great. Watched porn. A weird kind of porn. Porn without nudity or sex. I jacked a guy. Let another guy jack me. Let him suck me off and swallow my load. And I checked out his butt. Wow.
When my buddy comes back, he’s in white tights and a tight white tank, sexier than what he normally wears with me. He moves the towel and sits down sideways, looking at me. He asks, “So, what’s the plan? Want to leave? Stay and talk? Stay and not talk?”
“Stay and talk.”
“Want a beer? I have food, but I didn’t have a chance to get it ready because you arrived early.”
I nod. I blurt out, “Can I grab that shower first?”
“Of course. And I hate putting dirty clothes back on after a shower. I’ll put out a tee and tights for you.”
I thank him and head to the bathroom. The hot water feels great on me. I take longer than I thought, spending time toying with my dick a bit. When I’m finally done, I find a black tee and red tights there. They feel good. A little loose but comfy. I check myself out. Yeah, I could bet I could get a guy if I wanted to. Do I want to? I head back in, even though my brain is racing.
Alex says, “Beer is in the fridge. I didn’t want it getting warm.”
I grab one then come back to the long leather sofa. When I sit down, Alex asks, “Well? How are you feeling?”
“Great!” An instinctive response. Alex raises his eyebrows. I add, “Confused.”
“Confused how?”
“Well, partly about me. And partly about us. Like, you sucked me off. What does that mean?”
Alex smiles, “It means I wanted to suck your dick. And I know it’s something you always want but don’t really get. It felt right in the moment.” He reaches out and rubs the inside of my leg, “But if you mean romantically or emotionally, it doesn’t really mean anything. Sex is just a physical imperative. We’re still just friends.” He jokes, “And you don’t need to buy me anything or take me anywhere.”
“Wow. Don’t take this wrong, but that's a relief.” I just stare at him for a moment. His casual attitude and emotional detachment to all this is so … new to me. I switch topics, “I’m also confused about what’s next. What does it mean that I liked that video so much? I actually checked out your butt when you walked out of the room.”
Alex laughs. He says, “Let’s leave my butt for your next gay sex dream.” I punch his shoulder. So solid. He smirks, “Let’s talk about the video. What did you like?”
“You were right about Brad. He was incredible. I loved hearing him suffer. Is that weird?”
“No, that’s the whole point. You wouldn’t know this, but Brad’s a superstar. He’s so hot and so bendy. His suffering is called selling and he’s one of the best. Actually, the best. I love him. I love finding a guy who can play that role. What about you? Want to be a ‘Brad’ or a ‘Dom’?”
“If I’m thinking about roles, I want to be ‘Dom the Dominator’. I want to be the guy who makes a ‘Brad’ make those noises. But I’m not a bodybuilder and I don’t know much about wrestling.”
“You know some pro holds from watching. If we’re talking pro-fantasy, guys would love a prettyboy heel like you. And size doesn’t matter. It’s the attitude and skills. I’ve done pro with guys from 130 all the way to 350. I’ve played all roles with bigger and smaller. Trust me, some bigger guys get off on being crushed by smaller heels. They’ll make it easy for you. As for experience, everyone has to start somewhere.”
“True.”
“If you want to try it, you learn and practice. Like anything else. But you watch wrestling. You get the idea at least.” Alex smirks, “And I hear your neighbor knows what he’s doing on the mats.” He grabs my hand, “C’mon, let’s try some stuff.” I hesitate. He says, “Just wrestling. To get you comfortable. Stretch out while I get my mats. Shirt off. Sneakers on.”
I get up and peel off my shirt and slide my black running shoes back on. I stretch in my red tights. My cock is so obvious in them. Alex is taking a minute. When he comes back in, he’s in white pro trunks, pads, and boots. Wow. He tosses down the mats and I help him spread them out.
Alex says, “Okay, some guys like to do the whole show with entrances and stuff. We’ll just run some moves. For me, I like more back-and-forth matches before one guy takes over. Some guys like squashes. If a guy wants me to squash them, I ask them to at least fight back. I’m not really excited by the dead fish guys. At least to start. And I will fight back at first when I job.
“Now, the biggest mistake guys make is going too fast. Part of the thrill is long-held holds. Pro wrestling has moved away from that, but gay pro wrestling has not. If you run through stuff fast, the match will either be over in two minutes or get repetitive. The other thing, what you’ve been hearing through the wall, is I like trash talk and pained noises when selling the holds.”
I nod, “Got it.”
“So, we can try a few basics today. Think about the wrestling we grew up with. Lockups. Headlocks. Armbars. Full nelsons. Boston crab, camel clutch, backbreakers. Work a body part over and over. I usually work a lot of it out in my head beforehand. It’s fake stomps, elbows, etc. Fake gut punches, although some guys like it rough and want those to be more real.”
“Okay.”
“So, let’s lock up.” Alex lifts his hands. I match him. He pushes against me. I match him. “Good.” Alex twists and I’m pulled into a standing side headlock. “See. Now, I can go harder or softer, depending on the guy. I like some pressure, but it’s subjective. Now, I will lead this hold.” I’m pulled around by my head. “Wrap your arms around my waist. Hold tight.”
I do it. He’s more solid that I expected. Alex approves, “Good. Wrestling is physical. Don’t be shy. And you’re selling. Don’t go crazy, it’s only a headlock, but make some noise.” I grunt and moan. “You’re a natural. Now, I might trash talk you a little. Yeah, you like that? Boy is a popular term for opponents, so is bitch is you’re open to that. So, you like that, boy?”
My cock twitches. My buddy says, “Okay, that’s long enough. You want to escape. Forearm to my back.” WHOMP! He grunts. “Again and this time pull back.” WHOMP! I slide free (or he let me go). He says, “Now, I’m going to turn. If you’re the dominant heel, bring your shoe up into my stomach.” He turns to me and I meet him with a raised sneaker. THUD! OOF! He grunts and bends over.
Bent over, Alex asks, “What do you do?”
I bring my forearm across his back. WHACK! He drops flat on the mat. He encourages me to do something. I drive my shoe down on him like the heels do. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Alex grunts and cries out. He bounces on the mat, selling my shots. Nice. I hesitate. Alex props himself up on his elbows. “There’s lots you can do now.” He suggests, “Camel clutch?”
I nod, “Got it.” I know this one and it looks easy to do. I sit on his back. Oh, wait, it’s not as easy as I think. I pause then figure it out. I grab his arms and pull him back. He’s heavy, but he’s not resisting. I lock his arms over my legs. I grab under his chin. Alex immediately starts moaning. My cock is getting hard, dominating a big man like him like this. Wow. He tells me to lean back and pull it harder. I do and I’m even more excited.
Alex suggests I trash talk him. I smile, “Yeah, you like that, boy?” I realize that’s what he said to me. I think of something different, remembering the two matches we watched earlier. I growl, “Feel that power, boy. Yeah, you’re helpless, big man!” Yeah, I like playing up that I’m smaller and winning. It makes my cock throb. “All this muscle and it’s not worth shit. I’m the man! I’m the man!” Alex moans, approvingly.
I let him go. He rolls over under me. I straddle his waist. He asks, “Want to keep going?”
“Fuck yeah! This is fun.”
We keep running moves. He tells me what to do, but as we play, I get more and more confident. I start doing things without instructions. There are some moves I know but can’t figure out how to apply, especially to a guy his size. Alex is a good and patient teacher. We’re both semi-hard, so he’s having fun, too. We go long enough that we actually get sweaty.
After a good run, I’m standing over him, flexing. Alex says, “Drag me up by my hair.” I reach down and pull. He follows to his knees. Alex says, “Heels on their knees do a low blow and take over. That’s what you could do in this position. I’m a fighting jobber, so I’ll weakly punch you. Don’t sell it.” He punches my abs then shakes out his hand like my abs hurt him.
Alex says, “Perfect. Dominant heels no-sell stuff and mock their weaker opponents. So, put your hands behind your head and tighten your abs. Challenge me to try to hurt you.” When I’m set, he repeatedly punches my abs, which I no-sell. I trash talk him for being pathetic. He loves me taunting him, pausing to act like his wrists hurt. My cock is rock-hard at the scene.
My buddy points at my dick tenting the red tights, “I’m already on my knees. Want me to take care of that?” I hesitate but then nod. Alex moves in. As he peels down my tights, freeing my cock, he asks, “Ever face-fucked anyone?” My eyes go wide. He laughs, “I didn’t think so. Hold my head.” I do. “You’re going to do the work. Treat my mouth like a hole. Just pound in and out.”
I start slow but once I get going, I’m being pretty rough. Alex is taking it, though. And loving it, because he’s going deeper than I’m making him go, his nose hitting my pelvis. I keep going in all the way. On his knees, he’s jerking his own cock, leaking all over the mat. I’m getting close again. I warn him. He grips my ass with his left hand, keeping my cock down his throat.
I unleash my second load into him. He shoots at the same time, lining the mat with ropes of his cum while he swallows mine. I keep pumping until I’m soft. When I slide out, Alex grabs my wrists. He lies on the mat, pulling me down onto him. He guides me so my shins are on his shoulders in a schoolboy pin. I settle into the power position, looking down at his smirking face.
This whole afternoon has been crazy. I’m done. I’ve experienced a ton. Alex is a great mentor. I wish we’d done this a long time ago. He looks up, “So, what did you think?”
I laugh, “You can’t tell? Incredible. Amazing. Insane. I totally get why you love this.”
“Still nervous about wrestling someone?”
“Fuck yeah, but less so. It’s easy with you. When I actually do it with a guy I don’t know, I’ll probably be freaked out the whole time.”
“That’s normal. I get nervous every time I meet someone new. But you should take some time to make sure. And we can do a couple of matches from start to finish. If you’re feeling good, I can invite someone new over and you can play with us. If you’re still good, you can branch out on your own.”
“That’d be awesome.” I slide off him and sit with my knees up, arms across them. “Thanks, man. I don’t know what else to say. I never expected any of this. It - It - … it’s awesome.”
“Tom, you did great. But don’t feel any pressure. If you change your mind, it’s cool. No judgment from me at all. We can just remember this as a fun day where you got to try something new and got two blowjobs in the same afternoon.”
I laugh, “First time that’s ever happened. Like, seriously. Never before.”
We talk for another half-hour. We hit the showers again. Separately again. I’m shirtless in a pair of his black tights now. He’s shirtless in pink and black bike shorts. We missed the end of the Bears game. They won, which is rare this year, but I’m not upset. What we did was way better than the game. And I’m sent home with videos to enjoy.
I’m excited. I’m confused. And I’m hard again as I walk down the hall to my apartment.
THE END.
My buddy joins me, naked on the couch. I check out his dick. He’s hard, too. Shorter than mine, but thicker. I’m cut, he’s uncut. Tons of pre-cum, so no lube needed for him. He’s going slow, just watching. I match his speed. He doesn’t say anything else, just leaves me alone to do whatever I’m going to do. My eyes go between him jerking and the wrestling.
Brad is really suffering. He’s whimpering and moaning. Poor guy. This muscular heel is kicking his ass and I’m loving it. I keep looking at Alex jerking off. My buddy notices. He asks, “Want to trade?” I’m confused then I get it. I look at his cock as Brad groans in pain. Why is this so sexy? It’s just two guys in a wrestling squash match. I guess it just is.
I take my hand off my cock and Alex slides beside me. He grabs my hand and puts it on his dick. It’s the first time I’ve ever held another guy’s cock before. My neighbor grabs mine. He starts jerking. I do the same. He’s so thick. He says ‘tighter’. I squeeze until he says ‘perfect’. I get into a rhythm and look back at the TV. I don’t give him any instructions. He’s doing just fine.
We jerk each other as the action gets rougher. Alex says, “We’re almost there.” I nod. He goes faster, so I pump faster, too. My load is building. Dom racks Brad over his broad shoulders. I groan. He suffers like such a bitch. Dom practically bends him in half. Wow, he’s so strong and Brad is so flexible. That’s domination. I’m gasping. I don’t want to cum, yet, but I’m done.
“I’m getting close. Oh fuck, man, I’m so fucking ready.”
Alex shocks me. He leans in, knocking my hand off his dick. My buddy puts his lips on my cock. I just stare down at him as he takes half my dick in his mouth. I can hear Brad suffering, but I can’t not watch Alex work. His hand pumps my shaft as he sucks me. Oh fuck. A couple of minutes later, I warn him again, “Seriously, I’m gonna cum!” He doesn’t care. He just works harder.
I explode in Alex’s mouth. My whole body shakes. I grip his shoulder and arch my back. Alex swallows my load. I keep shooting but he handles all I got. I relax, collapsing in a sweaty mess on his couch. He keeps sucking. Oh, fuck. I’m so sensitive. His tongue flicks my piss slit. I push on him, “Stop. Enough. Please.” My buddy finally moves off me. I’m exhausted as I look at the screen. Dom is posing over the loser.
“Fuck. Do you know how long it’s been since I got a blowjob?”
Alex opens his mouth and extends his tongue. I can see my cum there, he closes his mouth and swallows it. Oh. Hot. My buddy washes it down with beer then asks, “So, you like wrestling?” I just nod, unable to speak. “And you’re not too freaked out?“ I shake my head. “Good.” Alex hands me a small towel. He rolls back and starts pumping his cock. I watch him finish himself off, hypnotized as he works.
I feel bad that I’m not reciprocating, but he reads my mind. Alex says, “Just relax. You’ve done enough for today. I got this.” And he does. Alex skips to the third match with one of his faves, Mike Columbo getting squashed. He fast forwards to both guys outside the ring. Oh, Mike just got slammed face first into the door! Ouch. Why is it so hot?
My eyes go back and forth between Mike getting beat down and humiliated to my beefy, hairy neighbor pumping his cock. I eventually just watch him jerk. It’s only a couple of minutes but I’m kind of frozen. He groans then coats his hairy body with his cum. I take it all in. Wow, he shoots high. When he’s done, he grabs a small towel and wipes his hands.
Alex asks, “Want to shower?” I shake my head. He smiles, “Sorry, let me be more clear. Want to shower alone?”
I find my voice, “It’s okay. I’m good. I didn’t really make a mess. Thanks to you.”
Alex laughs then says he’ll be back in five minutes. I watch him walk away, checking out his backside. I’ve never really looked at another guy’s butt as a potential hole to fuck. It’s a hot ass. He rounds the corner and I’m left to think. I idly play with myself, trying to figure things out. I change to the Bears game, but I’m still thinking about me and dudes.
Alex asked if was freaked out. I’m really not. I’m more stunned. Just processing what’s happened. Does this make me bi? It must. For my first experience with a guy, it was great. Watched porn. A weird kind of porn. Porn without nudity or sex. I jacked a guy. Let another guy jack me. Let him suck me off and swallow my load. And I checked out his butt. Wow.
When my buddy comes back, he’s in white tights and a tight white tank, sexier than what he normally wears with me. He moves the towel and sits down sideways, looking at me. He asks, “So, what’s the plan? Want to leave? Stay and talk? Stay and not talk?”
“Stay and talk.”
“Want a beer? I have food, but I didn’t have a chance to get it ready because you arrived early.”
I nod. I blurt out, “Can I grab that shower first?”
“Of course. And I hate putting dirty clothes back on after a shower. I’ll put out a tee and tights for you.”
I thank him and head to the bathroom. The hot water feels great on me. I take longer than I thought, spending time toying with my dick a bit. When I’m finally done, I find a black tee and red tights there. They feel good. A little loose but comfy. I check myself out. Yeah, I could bet I could get a guy if I wanted to. Do I want to? I head back in, even though my brain is racing.
Alex says, “Beer is in the fridge. I didn’t want it getting warm.”
I grab one then come back to the long leather sofa. When I sit down, Alex asks, “Well? How are you feeling?”
“Great!” An instinctive response. Alex raises his eyebrows. I add, “Confused.”
“Confused how?”
“Well, partly about me. And partly about us. Like, you sucked me off. What does that mean?”
Alex smiles, “It means I wanted to suck your dick. And I know it’s something you always want but don’t really get. It felt right in the moment.” He reaches out and rubs the inside of my leg, “But if you mean romantically or emotionally, it doesn’t really mean anything. Sex is just a physical imperative. We’re still just friends.” He jokes, “And you don’t need to buy me anything or take me anywhere.”
“Wow. Don’t take this wrong, but that's a relief.” I just stare at him for a moment. His casual attitude and emotional detachment to all this is so … new to me. I switch topics, “I’m also confused about what’s next. What does it mean that I liked that video so much? I actually checked out your butt when you walked out of the room.”
Alex laughs. He says, “Let’s leave my butt for your next gay sex dream.” I punch his shoulder. So solid. He smirks, “Let’s talk about the video. What did you like?”
“You were right about Brad. He was incredible. I loved hearing him suffer. Is that weird?”
“No, that’s the whole point. You wouldn’t know this, but Brad’s a superstar. He’s so hot and so bendy. His suffering is called selling and he’s one of the best. Actually, the best. I love him. I love finding a guy who can play that role. What about you? Want to be a ‘Brad’ or a ‘Dom’?”
“If I’m thinking about roles, I want to be ‘Dom the Dominator’. I want to be the guy who makes a ‘Brad’ make those noises. But I’m not a bodybuilder and I don’t know much about wrestling.”
“You know some pro holds from watching. If we’re talking pro-fantasy, guys would love a prettyboy heel like you. And size doesn’t matter. It’s the attitude and skills. I’ve done pro with guys from 130 all the way to 350. I’ve played all roles with bigger and smaller. Trust me, some bigger guys get off on being crushed by smaller heels. They’ll make it easy for you. As for experience, everyone has to start somewhere.”
“True.”
“If you want to try it, you learn and practice. Like anything else. But you watch wrestling. You get the idea at least.” Alex smirks, “And I hear your neighbor knows what he’s doing on the mats.” He grabs my hand, “C’mon, let’s try some stuff.” I hesitate. He says, “Just wrestling. To get you comfortable. Stretch out while I get my mats. Shirt off. Sneakers on.”
I get up and peel off my shirt and slide my black running shoes back on. I stretch in my red tights. My cock is so obvious in them. Alex is taking a minute. When he comes back in, he’s in white pro trunks, pads, and boots. Wow. He tosses down the mats and I help him spread them out.
“Now, the biggest mistake guys make is going too fast. Part of the thrill is long-held holds. Pro wrestling has moved away from that, but gay pro wrestling has not. If you run through stuff fast, the match will either be over in two minutes or get repetitive. The other thing, what you’ve been hearing through the wall, is I like trash talk and pained noises when selling the holds.”
I nod, “Got it.”
“So, we can try a few basics today. Think about the wrestling we grew up with. Lockups. Headlocks. Armbars. Full nelsons. Boston crab, camel clutch, backbreakers. Work a body part over and over. I usually work a lot of it out in my head beforehand. It’s fake stomps, elbows, etc. Fake gut punches, although some guys like it rough and want those to be more real.”
“Okay.”
“So, let’s lock up.” Alex lifts his hands. I match him. He pushes against me. I match him. “Good.” Alex twists and I’m pulled into a standing side headlock. “See. Now, I can go harder or softer, depending on the guy. I like some pressure, but it’s subjective. Now, I will lead this hold.” I’m pulled around by my head. “Wrap your arms around my waist. Hold tight.”
I do it. He’s more solid that I expected. Alex approves, “Good. Wrestling is physical. Don’t be shy. And you’re selling. Don’t go crazy, it’s only a headlock, but make some noise.” I grunt and moan. “You’re a natural. Now, I might trash talk you a little. Yeah, you like that? Boy is a popular term for opponents, so is bitch is you’re open to that. So, you like that, boy?”
My cock twitches. My buddy says, “Okay, that’s long enough. You want to escape. Forearm to my back.” WHOMP! He grunts. “Again and this time pull back.” WHOMP! I slide free (or he let me go). He says, “Now, I’m going to turn. If you’re the dominant heel, bring your shoe up into my stomach.” He turns to me and I meet him with a raised sneaker. THUD! OOF! He grunts and bends over.
Bent over, Alex asks, “What do you do?”
I bring my forearm across his back. WHACK! He drops flat on the mat. He encourages me to do something. I drive my shoe down on him like the heels do. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Alex grunts and cries out. He bounces on the mat, selling my shots. Nice. I hesitate. Alex props himself up on his elbows. “There’s lots you can do now.” He suggests, “Camel clutch?”
I nod, “Got it.” I know this one and it looks easy to do. I sit on his back. Oh, wait, it’s not as easy as I think. I pause then figure it out. I grab his arms and pull him back. He’s heavy, but he’s not resisting. I lock his arms over my legs. I grab under his chin. Alex immediately starts moaning. My cock is getting hard, dominating a big man like him like this. Wow. He tells me to lean back and pull it harder. I do and I’m even more excited.
Alex suggests I trash talk him. I smile, “Yeah, you like that, boy?” I realize that’s what he said to me. I think of something different, remembering the two matches we watched earlier. I growl, “Feel that power, boy. Yeah, you’re helpless, big man!” Yeah, I like playing up that I’m smaller and winning. It makes my cock throb. “All this muscle and it’s not worth shit. I’m the man! I’m the man!” Alex moans, approvingly.
I let him go. He rolls over under me. I straddle his waist. He asks, “Want to keep going?”
“Fuck yeah! This is fun.”
We keep running moves. He tells me what to do, but as we play, I get more and more confident. I start doing things without instructions. There are some moves I know but can’t figure out how to apply, especially to a guy his size. Alex is a good and patient teacher. We’re both semi-hard, so he’s having fun, too. We go long enough that we actually get sweaty.
After a good run, I’m standing over him, flexing. Alex says, “Drag me up by my hair.” I reach down and pull. He follows to his knees. Alex says, “Heels on their knees do a low blow and take over. That’s what you could do in this position. I’m a fighting jobber, so I’ll weakly punch you. Don’t sell it.” He punches my abs then shakes out his hand like my abs hurt him.
Alex says, “Perfect. Dominant heels no-sell stuff and mock their weaker opponents. So, put your hands behind your head and tighten your abs. Challenge me to try to hurt you.” When I’m set, he repeatedly punches my abs, which I no-sell. I trash talk him for being pathetic. He loves me taunting him, pausing to act like his wrists hurt. My cock is rock-hard at the scene.
My buddy points at my dick tenting the red tights, “I’m already on my knees. Want me to take care of that?” I hesitate but then nod. Alex moves in. As he peels down my tights, freeing my cock, he asks, “Ever face-fucked anyone?” My eyes go wide. He laughs, “I didn’t think so. Hold my head.” I do. “You’re going to do the work. Treat my mouth like a hole. Just pound in and out.”
I start slow but once I get going, I’m being pretty rough. Alex is taking it, though. And loving it, because he’s going deeper than I’m making him go, his nose hitting my pelvis. I keep going in all the way. On his knees, he’s jerking his own cock, leaking all over the mat. I’m getting close again. I warn him. He grips my ass with his left hand, keeping my cock down his throat.
I unleash my second load into him. He shoots at the same time, lining the mat with ropes of his cum while he swallows mine. I keep pumping until I’m soft. When I slide out, Alex grabs my wrists. He lies on the mat, pulling me down onto him. He guides me so my shins are on his shoulders in a schoolboy pin. I settle into the power position, looking down at his smirking face.
This whole afternoon has been crazy. I’m done. I’ve experienced a ton. Alex is a great mentor. I wish we’d done this a long time ago. He looks up, “So, what did you think?”
I laugh, “You can’t tell? Incredible. Amazing. Insane. I totally get why you love this.”
“Still nervous about wrestling someone?”
“Fuck yeah, but less so. It’s easy with you. When I actually do it with a guy I don’t know, I’ll probably be freaked out the whole time.”
“That’s normal. I get nervous every time I meet someone new. But you should take some time to make sure. And we can do a couple of matches from start to finish. If you’re feeling good, I can invite someone new over and you can play with us. If you’re still good, you can branch out on your own.”
“That’d be awesome.” I slide off him and sit with my knees up, arms across them. “Thanks, man. I don’t know what else to say. I never expected any of this. It - It - … it’s awesome.”
“Tom, you did great. But don’t feel any pressure. If you change your mind, it’s cool. No judgment from me at all. We can just remember this as a fun day where you got to try something new and got two blowjobs in the same afternoon.”
I laugh, “First time that’s ever happened. Like, seriously. Never before.”
We talk for another half-hour. We hit the showers again. Separately again. I’m shirtless in a pair of his black tights now. He’s shirtless in pink and black bike shorts. We missed the end of the Bears game. They won, which is rare this year, but I’m not upset. What we did was way better than the game. And I’m sent home with videos to enjoy.
I’m excited. I’m confused. And I’m hard again as I walk down the hall to my apartment.
THE END.
Up next ... the penultimate match of 2023. On 12/1, we head back to The Cave. It's been one week and Ryan gets a rematch against Big Daddy Cage. Is seven days enough time to get ready for round two?
Wow! I loved this story. As Tina Belcher calls it, this piece of erotic friend-fiction was really fun to read. Both characters felt like real people (which I guess they are) and I could feel how much fun they were having together. No domination, no fucking, but just two guys exploring their interests and having fun. Great job!
ReplyDeleteI'm guessing this is based in reality, so do you still keep in touch? Is there a part 2 to this story?
I’m glad you liked it! Yes, it’s two real guys (me being one). I chose to not make myself the narrator because I thought Tom’s emotions were more interesting than mine.
DeleteThere’s no part two planned as this was the best part (since it involved me). It’s based on reality. The biggest change is that I condensed it for storytelling. It took a lot longer for Tom to go from finding out about wrestling to diving in. He did wrestle a couple of guys and stuck to his no sex deal (as far as I know).
We’re still friends. We haven’t been neighbors for a long time, but we’re connected on social and I see him a couple of times a year, usually summer and the holidays. He’s married (to a woman) with two kids and I’m partnered (to a dude) with two dogs, so somewhat parallel journeys.
I enjoyed this hot story. It certainly sounded like it was based in reality. Tom may be straight but his cock had a mind of its own. Who wouldn't get hard watching Brad Rochelle getting squashed, moaning and groaning and submitting to Dom the Dominator? I wouldn't be surprised if Tom's cock got the better of him in other matches even if he never told you about them!
ReplyDeleteYou might be right! I didn’t press him for details, as it wasn’t any of my business. Thanks for the comment.
DeleteCool story. Reading it made me wish I knew you when and was on those wrestling sites. I'm sure I would have had fun with you. Definitely enjoyed the Dom vs Brad match myself also. Always was a fan of Brad heel or jobber.
ReplyDeleteThanks! I enjoyed wrestling and had plenty of rematches, so I like to think I was a fun opponent. Of course, I’m sure there are more and better guys out there nowadays for anyone who wants to hit the mats.
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