CHAPS SALOON. UNINCORPORATED REDWOOD PARK, CA.
“Howdy. I’m Sammy.”
The new bartender replies, “Shane.” We shake hands. “What do you do, Sammy?”
“Hand at Asgard Ranch.”
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| Me (Sammy). |
“Asgard is cool. Small. Owned and operated by one guy with just four hands. It’s about 20 miles north.” I give him my best look, “Haven’t seen you before. New to town?”
Bartender nods, “Yeah. Just a week. This is my first shift. You’re my fifth customer.”
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| The bartender. |
Bartender leans in, "No shirt, no service."
I smirk, "Lucky you already served me." He just laughs as I take a sip. I flirt, “This area can be tricky. You’ll need a guide. What’s your next night off? I’ll show you around. We can end the tour at Asgard. Horseback ride under the stars. When you’re on your back, it’s the brightest night sky you’ve ever seen.”
The bartender pushes back, “Sounds tempting, Sammy, but I already got a man to show me around. And to lie around stargazing with.” He holds up his left hand, shows off an iron band. “My man grew up here. You’re right, though. The night sky was one of the things that convinced me to move up here with him.”
“Cool. I do couples, too. Trust me, my tour’s worth it. It’ll be a night y’all will never forget.”
Bartender whistles, “Damn, you’re a bold one.”
“More the merrier, right?”
“You know what? I’ll talk to him about your offer. And let you keep your shirt off.” I hold his eyes. Sexy bartender must have a sexy husband. They will be mine sometime soon. Not tonight, which is too bad, but soon. He gets it together, “I’m betting you find lots of guys to take your tour. Action good?”
I wink, “I get by.”
The sexy stud walks away to serve guys at the end of the bar. Done ‘em. I turn and look around. So, yeah, I’m Sammy. 24. Smooth, tanned white skin, good muscles, and dark hair. The slut of Asgard. Doug owns the ranch. Jose’s the lead hand and the smartest. Dave’s the toughest. Zeb’s the youngest and strongest. I’m the smallest at 5’10”/170-lbs, but I’m built to go. Work or play, I can go all day and night. When they’re all dragging, I’m still fresh.
I’m running late afternoon errands, picking up stuff for tomorrow. Once I loaded up the truck, I figured I’d just stay in town for a drink or whatever. ‘Whatever’ is not looking promising, yet. It’s a weekday and I’m early. Two couples and nothing else. They’ll be plan C. I decide to take a walk. If I don’t get picked up doing that, I’ll come back and see if the action’s any better.
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| Heading out. |
Guys here are easy, looking for fast fucks with no strings attached. Tops’ll plow you on their truck bed and drive off before you can button your pants. Bottoms want you to fuck and fly. Don’t expect trimmed pubes or kissing. They all think a rough hammering is the best way to get off, which works for me. Guys don’t ask for details like names and even if you tell them, they won’t remember the next time. Yeah, expect a next time. Town’s too small to reject anyone, even if the guy’s not the best.
I get to the door when a new guy walks in. Cool. He’ll do. Prettyboy. Smooth. Little older than me, maybe late 20’s. 6’1”/180. Gym-built body. Bulging biceps. Ripped forearms. Wide shoulders. Narrow waist. Flat stomach. Things are looking up. I tip my cowboy hat to him. Guy’s eyes go wide as he checks out my torso. He awkwardly nods back as he just stares at me. Can’t take his eyes off me. Cool.
I extend my hand, “Sammy. Hand at Asgard Ranch.” Guy tells me his name, but I forget it immediately. I say, “Never seen you here before.”
“I haven’t been in before. I’m new. To town. I, uh, work at the supply house.”
“Oh yeah?” I put two and two together, “You the bartender’s husband?”
Guy looks at the bartender then back at me. He shakes his head, “No.” He quickly adds, “No. I’m not married. Or dating. I’m single.” Seems nervous. I check out his hand. No jewelry. I stare back at him. He adds, “Just came in for a drink. After work. You know?”
“You’re in the right place. You know, we’ll be seeing a lot of each other. I do all the shopping for Asgard Ranch. C’mon, I’ll buy you a welcome drink.” I don’t normally buy drinks, but this one needs me to make the moves. Guy smiles. He’s getting more confident. Relaxing. I pull my shirt back on and wave at the bartender. He shakes his head with a smirk that I’ve found someone so hot so fast.
Bartender snarks, “Nice shirt, Sammy."
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| New guy will do for tonight. |
“I haven’t been in before. I’m new. To town. I, uh, work at the supply house.”
“Oh yeah?” I put two and two together, “You the bartender’s husband?”
Guy looks at the bartender then back at me. He shakes his head, “No.” He quickly adds, “No. I’m not married. Or dating. I’m single.” Seems nervous. I check out his hand. No jewelry. I stare back at him. He adds, “Just came in for a drink. After work. You know?”
“You’re in the right place. You know, we’ll be seeing a lot of each other. I do all the shopping for Asgard Ranch. C’mon, I’ll buy you a welcome drink.” I don’t normally buy drinks, but this one needs me to make the moves. Guy smiles. He’s getting more confident. Relaxing. I pull my shirt back on and wave at the bartender. He shakes his head with a smirk that I’ve found someone so hot so fast.
Bartender snarks, “Nice shirt, Sammy."
I wink, "Wore just for you."
"You're quick. So, what can I get you boys?”
Guy orders a light beer. Okay, he’s real vanilla. I’m obviously gonna have to break this one in. But he’s worth it. We talk for a long time. It’s nothing I’ll remember, but I know how to put a guy at ease. I’m flirty as fuck and he eats it up. He’s not in the local uniform, wearing a preppy golf shirt and loose dress pants. I can see his cock swelling up, tenting his slacks. Looks cut and it looks thicker and longer than average. Nice. I make sure he sees me looking.
I lean in, “You don’t mind me checking you out, do you?” Guy shakes his head. I ask, “Why’d you come in here?”
“For a drink. After work.”
“I heard that. I mean, why here? There are other places to get a drink between here and work. You live nearby? This your neighborhood bar?”
Guy swallows, “No. Not really.”
“So, why’d you come to Chaps?”
A little confidence shows through, “You know why, Sammy.”
“So, you didn’t wander in by accident?” Hey, it happens. No rainbow flags or other symbols on the bar. Guy shakes his head, confirming that he knows the deal with Chaps. I tell him, “You’re gorgeous.”
I lean in. He moves toward me. I grab behind his head. His mouth opens and I own it. Guy is a good kisser. Once he relaxes, he gives as good as he gets. I let him take over. He grabs behind my head. I’m vers, but more on the bottom side. My hand drops onto his leg. He gasps as I rub his cock. Yeah, he’s a solid guy. I’m definitely leaning toward getting fucked.
When we break, Guy has a glassy look on his face. His cock throbs in my hand through his thin pants. He doesn’t seem like the restroom quickie type. I ask seductively, “Where do you live?”
“Got a house just outside of town.”
“Sounds nice.”
“Yeah. I’ve got land. Privacy. It’s a log cabin, actually.” Guy gets bold, “You want to see it?”
“Love to.”
I toss cash on the bar, nodding at the bartender. He winks at me as we leave. It’s easy to follow Guy’s bright, shiny, new-looking, red truck to his ‘log cabin’. It’s no cabin. It’s one of those houses styled like a log cabin. A big one on a big lot. Inside, I grab him by the arm and pull him into a kiss. He’s more assertive now. I like it. I let him control the kiss, taking the opportunity to feel up his body.
Guy gently pushes me against the wall. He is definitely an out-of-towner. We make out for a long time in his hall. He must’ve popped a mint in his truck, because his breath is fresh. By the time he leads me to his living room, we’ve already passed the length of my usual encounter. I’m getting excited. He’s solid as fuck. Can’t wait to see him naked. I bet he’s fucking ripped.
LET’S GET TO IT.
I strip down to my underwear fast. I move in to strip him.
Guy says, “Hold up.”
Oh, fuck. Guy’s a talker. That’s disappointing. We talked for so long at the bar. I didn’t pay attention to most of it, but I got the important stuff. He’s a top. Great. It felt like he has a great cock. We’re both on PrEP with negative test results for other STDs. What more is there to talk about? I wait, bouncing in my underwear, full of with sexual energy.
Guy senses my impatience as he grabs a remote. “Just putting on some background porn, Sammy.” I won’t need it, but if that’s all, it’s cool. “Since you work at a place called Asgard Ranch, I got just the right video.” I just nod, not giving a shit. Some Thor parody or whatever. I stretch out while he - what? No. It can’t be. Guy sees my reaction, “See someone you like?”
I walk toward his 80” flat screen TV. There are eight guys on the screen, but only one of them has my attention. A guy named Thor. A hunky ginger. 42. 5’11”. 215. In brown leather trunks, a red cape, and unlike most of the other guys, he has no mask. Makes it easy to identify him.
Thor is Doug.
My boss.
My boss does porn as Thor? Shit. He did name his ranch Asgard. What the fuck? Guy moves in. He hugs me from behind with one arm and kisses my neck. Mmm. I can’t pull my eyes from Doug. I’d never have guessed. This isn’t some porn from college. He looks exactly the same. My boss does porn like now. I guess I know what he does on his weekend trips to LA.
Guy asks, “You okay?”
I nod. “Yeah, just thought I knew this …” I can’t tell him why or who. I don’t want to out my boss as a porn dude. I scan the other seven guys, picking the hottest one, “Spartan guy.”
“Wow, you and Spartan? That’s a scene I’d love to see. He’s one of my faves. He’s also Bird Boy now. They’re based in LA.” So, that IS what Doug does. “Is that where you hooked up?”
I nod, “Yeah, that’s him. I spent a lot of time there before coming up here.” A lie. I’ve only been to LA once and that was as a kid. I went to Disneyland. I take note of the site. I’ll look into it back at my place, but I don’t really want to fuck to the sound of my boss fucking or getting fucked. I ask, “What’s this site? Everyone’s like a superhero or something?”
“Yeah, one of my fetishes. It’s got wrestling and heroes and sex. Don’t worry, I’ll skip to the sex part. Although, for Spartan, it’s hotter if you watch the wrestling first, because he’s this incredible jobber muscle-bitch, but -”
I interrupt, “Don’t skip the wrestling.”
Guy’s surprised, “What? Are you into wrestling, Sammy?”
“Fuck, yeah. Grew up jerking off to that shit.”
“Seriously?” I nod. “Wrestling?” I nod. “Wow. When I moved here, I was scared I wouldn’t even find someone hot enough to fuck, much less wrestle. You’re my first hookup and you’re seriously into it?”
I nod, “Yeah. But you’re right. I’ve met pretty much every guy in town and they just wanna fuck. The other hands at Asgard wrestle, but the townies? Not that I’ve seen.”
Guy grins, “Then we have to make the most of it. Come to the loft.”
We head upstairs. There are exercise mats on the floor. Cushy. Perfect for wrestling. There’s another huge 80” TV. He pushes one button, and the site is back up. All connected. Cool. Guy says, “SuperStar vs. Toyboy. This is the video for us. Trust me.”
I smirk, “You’re the boss.”
Guy laughs, “I like that. Oh, it gives me another idea.” The hot stud goes into the bedroom off the loft. When he gets back, he tosses me red briefs with a yellow waistband and Superman ‘S’ diamond on the front. “For you. And I’m wearing these.” He holds up purple squarecuts with a green waistband. ‘Luthor’ is written out in script on the back. “We can wrestle to see who’s really the boss.”
For the first time since I arrived in this town, I’m surprised by a hookup.
All I can say is, “Let’s go, Guy.”
GETTING READY.
I’m swapping my underwear for trunks with my back to him. I’m not really listening to or looking at the TV, until I hear one guy say, "You just wait. You've opened the door to my most devious devices. I would've saved them for the sex round or maybe even later, but now? It's open season on heroes." Devices? Open season on heroes? Sounds hot. I look up to see a cocky Superboy character with gorgeous pecs reply, "Bring it on, little man. Bring it on."
Yum. But I’m more interested in Guy.
I have my back to him so that he gets a great look at my killer ass while I bend over and shimmy the tight spandex trunks up my legs and work them over my butt. A little more motivation for him. Not that he needs it, because he’s definitely found his confidence. I also don’t want to see his body and cock while he changes. I’ve felt both and he feels awesome. I want a big reveal when I see Guy stripped down for the first time.
Okay, let’s see my not-so vanilla prettyboy.
Wow.
Guy does not disappoint. His body is insane, like a natural bodybuilder. His muscles, cuts, veins, and proportions are ridiculous. Seriously, best body I’ve ever seen in person, and I’ve seen a ton of hot bodies. And he’s rocking his purple Lex Luthor squarecuts. They’re already tenting in front, because the heat between us goes both ways.
I gotta tell him, “Damn, Guy. You need to get tighter clothes.”
Guy laughs, “Naw, I like the look of shock.” He points at me, “Yeah, like that.”
“Damn right I’m shocked. You know there’s like one gym in town and it’s a shithole, right?”
The chiseled hunk laughs, “Yeah, I saw that before I decided to move here, so I made my own in the barn. Free weights. Machines. Cardio. Everything I need. You’re welcome to use it. I mean, you’re already spectacular, Sammy. You can talk about me, but you’re so fucking hot. Don’t tell me you got that body just from ranch work.”
“Naw, we got some weights and shit up at the ranch. All of us are body guys. Even the owner.”
“I can’t wait to meet them.”
Oh fuck. When he meets Doug … oh well, not my problem right now. I need to focus on wrestling. I’m a competitive dude, but if Guy has mats down and this gear handy, he must know how to wrestle. And with that body, he’s going to be strong and tough as fuck. I ask, “So, how much trouble am I in? I notice you gave me the hero trunks and kept the villain ones.”
“Don’t worry, Sammy. I think you’ll leave here happy.”
“I got no worries about that, but it doesn’t answer my question. I’m gonna guess the answer is I’m in a lot of trouble. You gonna kick my super-ass, Mr. Luthor? Is it open season on heroes?”
Guy groans, “Fuck, Sammy, you keep talking like that and I might not let you leave.”
“Like Superboy just said, ‘bring it on’.”
ENOUGH FOREPLAY, LET'S WRESTLE.
I bounce on my feet. When Guy steps toward me, I get ready to attack, but he puts his hand out. A handshake? I guess he’s really into wrestling. I accept. As soon as our hands meet, the musclestud grabs my hand tight and pulls me forward. I stumble into him, our bodies slamming. WHOMP! Guy locks on a bearhug. Mmm. He tightens up. UNH! I’m feeling it.
Now, we’re getting somewhere. Fuck, Guy’s so solid. I can tell he’s not going all out, yet, but he’s got me locked in. I grab his shoulders. I squeeze and massage them. Yeah, that’s sweet. I can tell that he likes it, too. I shift my hips. He’s a little taller, so my package rubs his balls. The musclestud likes that. Guy tightens. I lean back and caresses his pecs. Fantastic. So hot.
I moan, “OH YEAH! CRUSH ME, BOSS!”
Guy grins and squeezes tighter. Now, I’m in a submission hold. Fuck, that’s hot! I slide my hands up his pecs and onto his shoulders. They slide over his traps as I lean forward. I grab his head and plant my lips on his. Guy gasps, letting out a burst of air into my mouth. We make out again. I rub his head as his powerful arms torture me. He eases up, but I whisper, “Keep going.” The pressure comes back. I might regret that in the morning, but it feels great now.
We make out. He keeps shifting the bearhug. Yeah, that’s it. I slide my lips to his neck. His eyes roll back in his head and the bearhug changes to a hug. “TIGHTEN UP, BOSS!” Guy not only squeezes harder, but he lifts me up, my feet leaving the mat. I grip his bowling ball shoulders and throw my head back. On fuck, yeah! I enjoy the feeling for a few seconds, putting on a show to sell this hold. It could finish me, it’s that good.
I lift my right arm back, grabbing behind my head with my elbow pointing up. Like I’m doing a tricep stretch. I lean left and fall forward, putting my trimmed armpit in his face. I rub the black stubble over his face. I’ve built up a little sweat, suffering in the bearhug. The handsome hard-bodied hunk eases up as tongue comes out. He licks my pit, getting a good taste of me.
My feet are back on the ground. Guy in sniffing and licking my pit. He’s so into me. I’m betting that’ll make him wanna win. I hope it doesn’t turn him sub. That’s happened before. Dudes get all hot for me and forget they’re tops. Not with this musclestud, though. It’s gonna make him go harder to own my ass. I can tell. Yeah, that’s it. Sniff my pit. Lick up my sweat. Fuck, that feels good.
Shit. Guy’s going like a man who’s on a dry spell. Okay, that’s enough. The bearhug is a weak hug now. I slide one foot behind his ankle. I shove him hard. He trips and falls on his back. SPLAT! Time to get really sweaty. I dive on top of the shocked stud. I grab his right wrist and force it beside his ear. I push on his elbow. ARGH! That puts him back in wrestle mode.
We start really grappling. Guy turns out of my hold. Suddenly, he’s ferocious. The muscleman overpowers me. I thought we’d be evenly matched, my ranch-built muscles vs. his gym-built ones. That’s not how it’s going. I think he’s playing with me. Or he’s a sprinter. I get him in position, and he gets a burst of energy to counter. Everything I try, he’s got an answer.
It’s good that I don’t need to go easy, but now I’m focused on not going down like some little jobber bitch. Guy’s definitely toying with me. I’m escaping chokes, headlocks, arm and leg holds, but I’m fighting constantly to do it. Nothing I do lasts more than a few seconds. Guy’s almost always on top. He’s breathing hard from me struggling. My legs never stop working.
We’re getting sweaty, especially him. Our bodies cover his whole giant mat. Guy’s getting frustrated. He’s getting rougher. The hard-bodied hunk manhandles me. Fuck, he is a lot stronger. I counter with twists and arm moves, but he’s getting tired of play time. He wants a submission. We’ve been going for a long time and he’s breathing hard. I gotta watch out.
After my latest escape, we get to our knees. Guy angrily barrels into me, forcing me onto my back. SPLAT! He mounts me. I try to squirm loose, but the muscleman grabs my hair and pulls me up. He locks my head under his armpit. Oh fuck. He is serious. Guy slides his hands behind my back. My legs are pinned down. If he locks his hands for this guillotine hold, I’m done.
Luckily, I know what he’s going for. It gives me a shot. I flex my arms and push out to fan my lats while pushing down to shorten his reach. Even like this, I’m feeling the guillotine. My back and neck are compressed. I’m grunting. He’s grunting. I make fists for strength. Guy is muttering shit like “come on” and “almost”. He tries shifting to weaken me, but I’m focused.
Guy blurts out, “Fuck!”
Yeah, me pushing down is easier than him pushing up. I’ve got the leverage and I’m winning. It’s like a battle of wills. We’re barely moving but he’s getting tired. Guy gives up on securing the guillotine. The muscleman tries to get a submission without locking his hands. He rises a little as he pushes down harder on my neck and bends my back. Too bad for him that frees my legs from his weight. I flop us over and escape.
Guy growls, “Fuck, you’re a tough little bitch.”
I smirk, “I’m Superboy. What did you expect, Lex?”
The muscleman doesn’t laugh. He’s stopped playing. He wants a submission. I can do this to guys. Frustrate them. Makes them careless. The guys on the video are through their second fall and we’ve been rolling around the whole time. No wonder Guy is gasping and soaked. It’s like he just got out of the shower and used man-stank body wash. Damn, he’s sexy as fuck.
It’s fun, but neither of are any closer to getting the first fall. Guy is worked up, but eventually he’s either going to collapse or I’m going to make a mistake. A mistake is more likely. If he keeps me on defense, blocking him and barely saving myself, I’m bound to slip up. I haven’t even come close to hurting him even once, much less submitting him. I have to get more creative. Looking at his trunks, I know what to do.
Guy’s like, “Want some water?”
“After this first fall.”
The musclehunk doesn’t like that. He needs a break. I get to my feet and move in, silently pushing him to keep going. His ego kicks in and he gets up to match me. I maneuver him around to the biggest sweat puddle. He looks down at it, giving me an opening. I dive in, grabbing him around the waist. I turn and pull him down. His feet slip right out, and we land on his back. SPLAT! The impact sends sweat flying into the air.
On top, I fight for control. I bring my knee up between his legs. Not hard, but as we struggle, I use my leg to rub his balls. The hard-body hunk slows down a bit. Doesn’t say anything, but kind of rubs back against me. I remember how much he liked my armpit. I make sure to rub it all over his face as we struggle. Guy slows down again. He sniffs and I feel his tongue dart out.
I get nowhere close to a submission hold, but Guy is gasping. When my face is buried against his neck, I breathe harder. Yeah, it could be the work of controlling him, but it’s not. My hot breath hits his neck, and he moans. When I blow in his ear, he stops fighting completely for a moment. Guy lets out, “Fuck!” This is the longest I’ve been in control. I’ve got him distracted.
Guy powers me onto my back. I push on his chest to keep him up. Of course, my thumbs naturally slide over his nipples. When the muscleman’s eyes roll back in his head, I have to hold back a laugh. I wonder if he’s ticklish. My left hand pushes and slides to his armpit. In the struggle, I run my fingers across his shaved pit. He flinches. “Oh!” Guy stares at me, jaw hanging down, eyebrows down. I think he’s onto me.
Time to go for it.
I drop my left hand to his right wrist. I crunch up, twisting left. My armpit is at his neck. Before he can figure it out, I slide my right rm over and bend his right arm. I pull him right into a chicken wing as I pull down, putting his head on the mat. He’s still on top, but I’ve got his arm trapped in the chicken wing. I learned this Kimura hold from Jose at the ranch. It’s a good one.
My legs wrap around his waist as I crank on the arm. His shoulder is big and powerful, but I’ve got position. Guy gasps and grunts. His other fist pounds the mat. I could go harder, but I want to make it last. I want him to have appreciation for how good I’ve got him. The muscleman literally whimpers. He curses, but for all his power, he’s helpless. I’m strong, too.
I ask, “You gonna give me the first fall? I can go harder, boss.”
“Fuck!”
“C’mon man, I wanna keep wrestling, not send you to the hospital.” I add, “Which is a good 30 minutes away, you know.”
“FUCK!” Guy grunts, “I GIVE!” then furiously slaps the mat. TAP! TAP! TAP!
I let go, but I don’t open my legs. Guy sits up and tries to back off. I block that with my scissors. I crunch up and grab him behind the head. He doesn’t know what’s happening as I pull him down on top of me. Once I start kissing him, he gets it. The musclehunk goes with it. I open my legs and he stretches his pumped, sweaty body on top of me. He takes over.
Any anger Guy had is gone now. I drink in his neck sweat as he humps me. We go hard for a few minutes before he rolls off and collapses on his back. I roll over and mount him. I rub his pecs. “That was fun. We should wipe up the mats before we go again.” I tweak his nipple, “Unless you like slipping and sliding. Kind of like oil wrestling, only we made it with sweat.”
“You’re a sneaky Superboy, Sammy.”
“You’re a horny Lex, boss.”
“Yeah, I guess I am. It’s been a while. Too long, obviously. But seriously. I wasn’t expecting you to be so tough.”
“I know.”
“You know?”
I shrug, “Guys think that me being eager to bottom means I’m easy to top.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah, you want me, you gotta earn it, boss.” I twist back and grab his cock. Guy moans. “I want this, but I’m vers. If you’re too tired to keep wrestling, I’ll take your ass this time and you’ll know better for next time.”
Guy’s ego kicks in. “I’m not too tired for anything. Let’s finish this time before we talk about next time.” I grin. He says, “You’re playing me. You want to push me.” I shrug, but my smirk tells him all he needs to know. The muscleman gets a burst of energy and topples me off him. He looks down, “We wipe up the mat. Drink some water. We go again.”
“You’re the boss.”
LET'S SEE IF GUY CAN EARN TOP.
I point out, “Your video is over.”
Guy notices the TV screensaver is on. “Holy fuck. We wrestled that long for one fall?”
“I guess.”
“No wonder I’m wiped. Why aren’t you tired?”
“Who says I’m not?”
Guy shakes his head, “You’re not.”
I change the subject, “You’re even bigger than before. Look at your shoulders. Your pecs. Your legs. I’ve seen guys get pumped, but man, you’re a beast. You’re not Lex Luthor. Purple and green? You’re the freaking Hulk.”
Guy laughs. He roars, “Hulk smash Sammy!” He makes he's going to break the mop he used to wipe down the mats, but just tosses it aside.
Rehydrated and rested, the musclehunk finds new energy. He charges. I didn’t expect that. He tackles me down. WHOMP! BOOM! The impact drives the air out of me. Guy mounts me. He leans forward and rubs his bulge on my face. I open my mouth and extend my tongue. He lets me suck and lick his package. I moan as I do. His sweat tastes so good. I fucking love it!
I surprise him by rolling us over. He flops onto his back as I jump up his body, splashing down on him. WHOMP! It doesn’t hurt him, he’s too solid for that, but I want to remind him we’re still wrestling. I spin around and sit on his pecs. I pull down my red trunks in back, showing off my ass. He moans. I flex my back and biceps. He reaches up and fondles my ass.
“Check it all out, boss. Give you some motivation.”
“You think I’m not already motivated, Sammy?”
Guy’s hands go up and down my back. When he slides back down on my hips, I grab his wrists. I pull his hand in front, making him rub my torso. He’s got a big wingspan, so he can really check me out. He starts squeezing harder. Digging his fingers in. Really checking me out. Treating me like a piece of meat. He lightly punches my back. THUD! That gives me an idea.
I pull my trunks back up. I feel up his abs. He likes it. I lightly punch them. He doesn’t even feel it. I lift my elbow high, letting it hang. Guy growls, “Do it, Sammy. Punch me. Really punch me.” I drive my fist down into his chiseled stomach. POW! Fuck! My hand bounces off. I need to shake it out. I rub his abs then try another punch. POW! Nothing. Hurts me more than him.
Guy throws me off. We get to our knees. He smirks, “Hand hurt?”
I shake it out, “Like hitting a brick wall.”
“Yeah, they’re too hard for bare knuckles.” The muscleman throws out, “I’ve got boxing gloves in the garage. Maybe next time we glove you up and you can try again.”
I dive at him, surprise tackling him down. I say his words back at him, “Let’s finish this time before we talk about next time.”
I kiss him, but he throws me off. I guess he’s getting serious about winning. Flirting might not be enough. We get to our feet. We don’t say anything, but it’s obvious that Guy’s feeling good. He’s pumped and ready to wrestle. Me, too. Both of us are packing hard-ons. We move in for a lock up. I know how that goes, so I duck and slide behind him. I grab him in a reverse bearhug.
Guy laughs, “You think that’ll work any better than the punches?”
“Least my hand won’t hurt.”
I squeeze, knowing it won’t hurt him, but I kiss the back of his neck as I grind on him. Guy lets me. He groans, “Knock it off. We’re getting serious.” He quickly adds, “About wrestling.” I squeeze harder and lean back, lifting his feet off the mat. He grunts at that. I turn and throw him like a bay of hay. He lands hard on his face and stomach. BOOM! I splash on top. SPLAT!
I go for a choke, but Guy throws me off. He immediately dives on top of me. We’re back to grappling. I wrap my legs around him. He grabs my wrists. I squirm. The musclehunk uses my scissors against me, rolling me onto my neck. I twist, my legs powering him sideways. BAM! My wrists are free. I stretch out and squeeze tightly on the side body scissors.
My legs flex as I extend them as hard as I can. Guy pushes up. I’m accomplishing nothing here. I grab for his closest arm, but he pulls it free. The muscleman spins in my legs. He drives down with a stiff body shot. THUD! OOF! His fist sinks into my abs. They’re tight and hard, but they’re not like his. He does it again. THUD! KOFF! The muscleman easily pulls my legs apart.
Guy dominates me again, moving me around like I’m nothing, trying different holds. Sweat builds up and the mat is slick as before we wiped it down. Guy’s a damn good wrestler. I have to think, because he plans far ahead, anticipating my counters to get me in a new hold. We’re rubbing on each other. This time, he’s feeling me up, too. Might be the only thing saving me.
Our grunting echoes in the wrestling loft. I love the sounds he’s making. I tease, “Now I know what you’ll sound like IF you win top.” Guy pauses and laughs. I use the distraction to get behind him. I wrap my arms around his neck, “But if you wanna fuck me, you can’t stop!”
Guy fights my choke. He’s a lot of man to handle, rolling us over, slamming me on the mat as he flops back and forth. I can’t get a good hold. It’s basically a headlock now. The musclestud flips me over his head. I lose the hold and land on my butt in front of him. PLOP! I spin as he tries for a chinlock. I slip free and dive in. We’re sweating, grunting, and he’s gasping again.
I hold my own, but the hard-body hunk is just maneuvering me into place. I end up sitting in front of him. He gets me in a body scissors. I go for his toes, but he rolls to the left. WHOA! I’m powered over onto my shoulders. He’s in plank position. His powerful legs hold me in the cradle position. My ass is up, and my legs hang down. My knees hover over my shoulders.
Guy has me pinned, but he doesn’t count. My arms are stretched out on the mat over my head. The musclestud rolls me over onto my ass again. I reach for his feet, but we roll over. Suddenly, we’re going around the mat in a circle, rolling ass to head. We’re picking up speed with me getting dizzier every roll. I’m gonna lose my lunch. I hit hard on my shoulder and head every time, my neck getting bent when I’m upside down and whipped on the rise.
We go around the mat three times before he stops with my shoulders pinned to the mat. My knees hang down to my shoulders. I’m a little loopy. Guy does a push-up, controlling me with his powerful legs. I kick my feet, but I’m not going anywhere. The musclehunk says, “You pinned?” I struggle harder, but he holds me down. Fuck! When I don’t escape, he says “Yeah, you’re pinned.”
“ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THREE!”
Guy lets go. I fall to my left, moving all the way over into a seated position. When I get my brain working again, I spin to face him and rub my neck. He’s got a big smile now. “Good pin?” I nod. “All tied up.” I nod as I roll my shoulders out. “I gotta give you credit. You’re a good sport, Sammy. I couldn’t see the pin, so you could’ve said your shoulder went up.”
“Who would lie about something like that?”
“You’d be surprised what guys will do. That’s your buddy Spartan’s whole character.” Who? Oh, yeah, the lie I told to cover for Doug. I just nod, not wanting to dig myself into a deeper hole on that one. “But I’m glad you’re not like that.”
I shake my head, “I don’t get it, but there are all kinds of jerks out there I guess.”
Guy stands up and offers me a hand. I accept. He pulls me up into a hug. He’s still breathing hard. I’m not, but I get it. He did all the work on that last one.
I bounce around as I ask, “Break or tiebreak?”
The muscleman hesitates, but I guess he feels pressured, because he says kind of reluctantly, “Sure, let’s go.”
TIEBREAKER. I HOPE GUY DOES PASS OUT.
No playing this time. Guy wants to win. He’s on me fast and he’s using all his power. It’s like I’m fighting some 300-lbs beast the way he comes at me. I’m down on the mat, grappling for my life. Or my ass. I’m countering everything, keeping squirmy and moving. I don’t let him get a good hold on me. I don’t expose my back. I’m annoying as fuck, keeping everything in tight.
Guy’s gasping and cursing, “UNH! Fuck.” He tries to lock me up. I slip free. “C’mon. UNH! Shit!” Another escape. “UNH! Damn it. UNH!” Sorry, man, that won’t work either. “What? UNH! UNH! Ah, you fucker!” I get behind him. “No!” He breaks free. “Stay still!” I don’t. He’s sweating buckets. “UNH! Gimme that wrist!” I don’t. He growls, “Are you serious with this shit?”
After almost ten minutes of being a very successful mouse, I slip away from the cat.
Guy gets to his knees and shakes his head, “Sammy!” His chest is heaving as he rests his hands on his thighs. “You are seriously the most annoying fucker I’ve ever wrestled.”
I smirk, “I’ve heard that before.”
“Come on. Let’s go.” As we move in, Guy grunts, “You’re not gonna wear me down.”
I don’t say a word. I think he said that more for himself than me. We lock up on our knees. He throws me down. THUD! Uh oh, the musclestud is in beast mode. I decide to roll away. Big mistake. Guy’s got more in the tank than I thought. He dives at me, getting on my back. Fuck! Guy gets his arm around my neck and legs around my body. I barely get my arm up to block.
The musclestud tries to lock me up but knows he can’t. He squeezes his legs and I cry out. That hurt. Guy focuses on the leg scissors. Crushing my sides just below my ribs. He keeps his arm around my neck, waiting for me to slip up. I squirm and twist, but his legs are like a vice. I can’t move him. He’s not that big, but he’s focused and knows how to counter.
Considering I just wanted to fuck, why am I fighting it? I don’t know, but I am. He’s not getting me. We’re over ten minutes on this third round. That’s respectable. But I want to win. This musclestud is going to get my best. I feel his legs go looser. He’s wearing down. I knew it. His arm is loose, too. I grab his wrist and forearm. I twist hard and roll us both over.
I slip around and I’m free. I get Guy onto his stomach. I’m on top and he’s in a chicken wing. His free hand forms a fist. He pounds the mat in frustration and anger. I can tell, because he’s swearing up a storm and I know it’s not the pain of the hold. I don’t care how tired he is, he’s not giving to a fucking arm hold. Not to me. I need something better. I start working out a plan.
Guy has his own plan. He fights the wing and throws me off. His eight-pack abs are extending in and out as his chest heaves. The hard-body hunk isn’t even hiding how tired he’s getting. I can’t let him rest. I make him react by charging him. He knows it’s coming. He sees me coming. But he’s just a little slower than usual, meaning I get past his defenses and take him down. SPLAT!
I still can’t control him, but I’m definitely the aggressor. He’s slowing down, playing defense while he tries to catch his wind. I get him in a tight side headlock, crushing his skull as I smother his nose and mouth against my lat. Let him smell and taste me. Maybe he’ll be more willing to call this day and accept my cock. Guy grabs me around my waist, and I know that’s not happening.
The musclestud rolls me onto my shoulders. I kick my feet and roll us back. Guy does it again. This time, he pushes on me and slips free. As I’m unfolding myself, he’s got my leg. Guy powers me onto my stomach and smoothly rolls up into a single leg crab. He sits and I feel the pain in my back. I grunt as he bends me in half. Fuck! I focus on escape, ignoring the pain.
The ripped wrestler is using this as a rest hold. I can tell because he’s not going 100%. Probably figures I’d never give to this. Either way, I can’t have him resting. I fight like fuck, pushing up and kicking my leg. The musclestud is strong, but I get free when I twist. He loses his balance and collapses beside me. He crawls up to hands and knees, his head hanging down.
I wonder if he’s got anything left.
Let’s find out.
I jump on his back. I tackle him, planting him on his back. His left leg is up, so I grab behind it. I grab behind his head and pull his knee to his nose. I lock hands and hold tight. I love the sound of his grunting as I control him. I’ve got his right arm pinned under me and his left leg blocks his left hand, so he can’t punch his way to freedom. I roll a little, getting his shoulders down.
I count the pin. “ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THR -”
Guy has enough strength to roll us slightly. He throws his left arm up and the shoulder rises. Fuck. I let go and roll away. He looks at me. I smile, “Almost got you.”
A head shake as he says, “You’re not, oof, saying I didn’t break in time? Phewf.”
I sigh, “This again? What kind of assholes do you wrestle? Your shoulder was obviously up before three.”
Guy says still breathing hard, “When my ass is on the line, unh, guys try all kinds of shit. Pfoo. It was a major trophy, huff, in my old wrestling circle. No one has come this close to winning it for years.”
“Well, it is a sweet ass, but if I’m gonna fuck you, I’m gonna get it honestly.”
The musclestud pants, “Glad, uh, hear it, phew, Sammy. You’re a, whoo, helluva wrestler.”
Guy takes a deep breath and relaxes. His breathing is normal, and he looks fired up to protect his hole. Makes me want it more. The muscleman can do all the breathing exercises he wants, but I’m not fooled. He’s running low on adrenaline. We go at it again. I come at him fast, making like I’m going low then right then left. He’s trying to adjust, but he can’t keep up.
I get him blocking low, letting me come in high. I push down on his back, and he falls to his knees. I wrap his head up in a standing head scissors. Guy groans as I squeeze his head. I bend forward and grab his waist for stability. He tries to flip me over, but I pull to the side. We collapse sideways, his head still trapped. I spank his ass. SMACK! “Sweet, sweet, sweet.”
“NO!” Guy gets a burst of energy. He Pushes on my legs and his head pops free. I’m up fast. I dive at him while he’s on hands and knees. We roll until I’m on top. The musclestud throws me off. I come back at him. He tries to kick me, but I dodge. I jump on top of him. Again, he throws me off. He’s breathing heavy again and he’s not countering, just using up his strength to defend himself.
Guy rolls over to escape and I’m on his back. I lock on a chinlock and pull up and back. He’s kneeling in front of me as I pull back on his head. The muscleman pulls forward, bending and flipping me over him. I land on my ass, and he grabs my arms from behind, locking on a double chicken wing. His breath hits my ear as he gasps. I struggle as much as I can, refusing to let him rest.
I break loose and roll. We adjust our tenting bulges simultaneously, relieving the tension. I joke, “Twinsies.” I pull my hand out of my trunks and move in on my knees. He watches me carefully. I grab his bulge. Guy tenses, but lets me feel along his hard shaft. I smirk, “Nice to see that you trust me.” I lean in and kiss him. He grabs my head and goes deep as I toy with his meat.
I slide off his mouth to his neck. He whimpers as I attack his neck. I love the taste of his sweat. I barely push on him, and he collapses onto his back with me landing on top of him. I grind our bulges together as I suck on his neck. He cries out and his body is covered with goosebumps. Guy pushes me off his neck, “Stop.” I pull off and look down on him.
“You’re not Superman. You’re a fucking hypnotist, Sammy. You could probably make me forget my own name.” Guy powers us over so he’s on top. “I’m not letting you distract me again.”
I smirk and use my strength to roll him off me. We grapple and roll around. He’s the most aggressive he’s been. I get on top. Suddenly, he grabs my forearms. Guy pushes my arms to my side. He whips his legs up and scissors me, pinning my forearms to my side. I struggle, twisting from side to side on my knees. The muscleman has his ankles locked and I’m trapped.
From his back, Guy fires fists into my upper abs and pecs. THUD! POW! WHOMP! I grunt, flexing my torso, but I’m feeling them. He crunches up and grabs a handful of my hair. The muscleman pulls my head down and locks on a front sleeper choke. My head is locked under his armpit with his forearm over my Adam’s apple. He grabs his wrist to cinch it in.
I gasp for air as he tightens the hold. I’m really fucking trapped. I fight to escape, but with no arms and the choke getting tighter, I know I’m in trouble. Too late to use my legs and I can’t twist free. Worse, he knows I’m in trouble. “Give up, Sammy. This is my last gasp. Probably the last hold I can manage, but trust me I can finish you with it.” I do trust that he can do it.
I try to grunt out a submission. Guy lets up a little.
I immediately blurt out. “URK! Give.”
The muscleman lets go. He opens his legs and collapses under me. He’s spread-eagle, eyes closed, unmoving. I’m fine. You’d think I won looking at us. But I didn’t. He used his last rush to get me good. I’m still not giving up on getting his ass, though. I think he’ll give it to me.
I ask, “Ready for stakes.”
“Gimme a minute. I’ll get us some water.”
I pat his pec, “I got it, boss.”
FINALLY. IT'S TIME TO FUCK.
I notice that the screensaver on his TV isn’t even on, just a black screen. The video was hot, but I never needed it, so I hope he doesn’t go looking for another one to stall for time. The TV might be in sleep mode, but I’m in ‘go’ mode. Wrestling was fun, but it’s time to fuck. We’re both sweaty. Shiny. Slick. He got me with the choke, but at least it was easy to get over.
I hop to my feet and grab some water. Guy still hasn’t moved by the time I bring him something to drink. Fuck. If he’s too tired to fuck me, I’ll be pissed. All those natural bodybuilder muscles, but where’s the stamina? Fortunately, his cock looks like it can go. Fuck it. If he wants, he can just lie there. I can ride him. Won’t be the first time I’ve had to do all the work.
Guy sits up and hydrates. I do a sexy shimmy out of the sweaty red trunks. I stretch out, cooling down, but really giving him an energy boost. I keep my ass in his line of sight. I hear soft grunts and moans as I bend and lean. He’s like, “oh yeah” and “that’s the stuff”. My cat-dog tilt really gets him. On hands and knees, arching my back with my ass going up.
“You are fucking amazing, Sammy.”
I slowly move into a downward dog with my feet spread open. I look back through my legs, past my dangling junk, staring at him. I reply, “You’re damn amazing yourself.” I rise slowly, rolling my back before turning and moving in. “So hard and sexy. Your body is insane. Just lie back and relax. Let me worship you.” I smirk, “Just no touching your cock.”
The muscleman smiles, “Are you giving me an order?”
“Yeah, I guess I am. Trust me, boss.”
The ‘boss’ does it. Guy growls. I drop down and start with his big feet. He puts his hands behind his head and watches. From his look, I can tell that I’m not the first guy to worship him. I guess back in … I wanna say … San … Antonio? Diego? Jose? Ta Fe? Fuck, I don’t remember. And now I’ve lost my train of thought. Oh yeah, I’ve got him gasping from the foot massage. After a bit of rubbing, licking, and toe sucking, it’s time to move on.
I lift his legs, resting his ankles on my shoulders. My hands slither up his shins and down his calves. I start gentle then add some pressure. He loves massage. When I tickle behind his knees, his whole body tenses. His arms stretch down, and he digs his fingers into the mats. He closes his eyes, puts his head back, and arches his back. My fingers have him convulsing. Guess I know how to own him next time. I move up his hamstrings and he settles down.
“Looks like Mr. Luthor has a weakness, too.”
Guy laughs, “I do for you, Superboy. Look how horny you’ve got me!”
I smirk. He is hard and bouncing in the purple shorts. I ask, “Can I see it, boss?”
Again, ‘boss’ gets him riled up. He loves it. I slowly peel down his purple trunks. When his cock springs free, I gasp. A little bit if performance, but it’s a great dick. I knew it’d be big, but solid and just the right upward curve for fucking. Yeah, fate definitely shined on my tonight. I kneel between his legs, put the sweaty trunks against my face, and breathe in deep. Guy moans, watching me take in his scent. When I got it, I toss his trunks aside.
My hands slide along his hips and around his cock. Guy’s so hard I’m careful not to touch his cock. The handsome hard-body is ready to explode. I have to let him adjust so he doesn’t shoot too early. I’ve done that to guys too many times. I get a dude all worked up and I end up at home riding a dildo. Keep him on the edge, but don’t push him over. That’s the trick.
Guy’s arms twitch and his fingers are back pressing down on the mat. He reaches for his dick. Fuck, no. I block him by moving up his body, feeling up his abs. He settles back down. I lick them, my body pushing his big cock down. He’s squirming. When I start manhandling his chest, he palms my head and grabs my shoulder for support. Guy’s whole body is on fire.
I let him pull my lips to his nipples. Guy whimpers my name. After a few minutes, he can’t stand it. The handsome hard-body asks me to suck him off. I ignore that. I just carefully use my mouth and hands to own him. I prefer hairy and beefy, but he’s got me worked up, too. More pleading. More blocking him from jerking his cock. He tries to push me back down to it.
Yeah, Mr. Muscles won the match, but guess who’s begging? I pull off his nipple, but I move up, not down. I get my face over his. I tell him, “Fuck me, boss.” It’s an order, not a request. I move to the side. He groans as he rolls toward me. I push him back down. He collapses. Shit. I ask, “You still tired, boss?” He looks embarrassed. “It’s cool. I got this.”
“Fuck, Sammy. You’re a machine. I haven’t wrestled for that long in a while. And it was a long day. I worked out at 5 and -”
I smother his mouth with a kiss. Guy melts. I control him with my lips while I reach back and finger my hole. I open myself up as we kiss. I feel his hand on mine. Guy has long arms. And thick fingers. I let him take over. Fuck, that feels good. When I’m ready, I pull off and he doesn’t try to talk. I slide over him and move into a squat. I touch his dick and he quivers.
I slide down, taking his whole cock. The muscleman groans and his eyes roll back in his head. He grabs my legs. “Oh, fuck yeah.” I grab his pecs. They’re so meaty and strong. Damn, I do like Guy’s body. I start riding him, slowly. Not bouncing, just controlled squats. The handsome hard-body hunk rubs on my legs. He watches with a desperate expression, silently begging.
Every time he gets close, I pause. Guy lets out a pained grunt. I keep edging him, adjusting my speed. He lifts his hips, trying to get off. I sit down hard with him deep inside me. The musclestud grits his teeth. I toy with his nipples as I just sit in place, holding him down. I call him ‘boss’, but he’s learning that’s just play. After all my fast fucks, I finally got a guy who can last. Whether he wants to or not.
Guy whimpers, “Sammy, please. You’re torturing me. Please, let me cum.”
“I will, but c’mon, let me have a little fun, boss.”
“Oh fuck, you’re amazing.”
I smile, “You are, too.”
Okay, I’ll be merciful. I start bouncing. Guy gasps. He watches as I pick up speed. I ask, “You want to join in?” He nods and lifts his hips against me, slamming his dick in. I freeze, letting him pound me. Guy moans and slows down. Wow, he is tired. I take over again, riding his dick. It doesn’t take long for him to be begging to cum. I slide off and he looks shocked. “Hold on.”
I spin fast and 69 him. I lie on top, making Guy take my dick as I take his. I suck on him. He just holds my cock in his mouth. Guy is too worked up to do anything else. The muscleman lets out a muffled scream as I draw his load out of him. His whole sexy body convulses under me. It’s a gusher, but I know how to swallow. I gulp down every rope as I pump with my hand and suck on the tip. I drain his big, thick cock dry.
Guy collapses under me. He’s moaning, still gagged by my cock. I clean his cock, making him twitch and squirm like a puppet. I slide out of his mouth as I kneel over his head, my knees spread wide. He just lies there, unmoving, covered in sweat, with a big smile on his face. His cock is soft, lying to the right. His muscles look smaller. The muscleman is exhausted.
Long day or not, my cock is still hard. I remind him of that by tapping it on his forehead. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Guy looks up at me. I smile down at him, “You’re fun, boss.” He grins. I’ll give Guy credit. He tries to roll over, I’m assuming to finish me off. I push lightly on his shoulder, and he collapses onto his back. No resistance. I pull him up to sitting and slide in behind him.
I tell him as I kiss his neck, “You’re tired.”
Guy leans against me, “I can’t believe that you’re not, Sammy. You put in a full day on a ranch, wrestled, and just did most of the work during stakes. I feel bad.”
“Don’t. You’re good. I can finish myself off.” I slide my arms under his armpits and rub his chest and abs. “Flex for me, boss.” Guy hesitates. “Flex. C’mon, you can do it. Show me those ridiculous biceps.” Guy lifts his arms and tightens them up. They respond immediately. The veins pop and the cuts deepen. “Gorgeous.” I turn his head to me and kiss him on the lips.
Guy’s arms fall immediately as I own his mouth. I replace my lips with my bicep. “Mine are pretty good, too, right?’’
The muscleman answers by kissing my flexed muscle. Guy makes out with my bicep as I encourage him, telling him how amazing he is. How smoking hot. Throwing in a ‘boss’ or two. I lie him back down. I slide up, stretching one leg over his face. “How about my leg? You like it?” Guy’s tongue licks the dried sweat off my leg before he starts making out with it.
I pull away and mount across him, sitting on his pelvis. I flex my biceps. Guy shakes his head. “You act like we never wrestled at all.” I ignore that and slide back between his legs. I lift them onto my shoulders. Guy’s eyes go wide. He asks, “What are you doing, Sammy?”
“You know what I’m doing. Finishing myself off, boss.”
Guy moans. I wait. When we talked about PrEP and tests at the bar, I don’t think he ever thought he’d end up like this. He looks at me, “Okay. You’ve earned it. Just please be gentle. You’re big and I really haven’t been fucked in years.”
“Well, it’s about time then, don’t you think?”
The muscleman lets out a soft, “Yes.”
I suck on my fingers. I’ve played with lots of first timers, so I know how to treat a guy who hasn’t bottomed in years. I toy with him, getting him horny. As exhausted as he is, his body is relaxed. I slide my finger in. A little play and he’s a whimpering mess. I find his spot and he gasps. It only takes a few minutes and three fingers before Guy is begging me to fuck him.
You don’t need to ask me twice. I get my cock lined up. “Look at me, boss.” Guy locks his eyes on me as I power inside. One long, loud groan, but he adjusts fast. I pound the ripped muscleman. I don’t know why he hasn’t been fucked for years, but from where I’m kneeling, Guy is a natural muscle bottom. And he loves it. The hard-body hunk can’t stop begging for more.
Guy is such an eager bottom; I make it last longer. His cock stretches out. I tell him, “Jerk yourself, boss.” The musclestud eagerly grabs hold of his dick. I pound him, getting close a couple of times, but slowing down. I work him, watching for all the signs that he’s getting close. There he is. “I know you’re tired, but I’m gonna fuck another load out of you.”
“Oh, fuck yeah, Sammy! Please! Fuck my load out of me!”
I hammer his hole. I’ve been watching him all along, so I know exactly the spot and speed by now. Yeah, that’s it. Guy starts shaking. He’s begging louder. His voice goes higher. He starts gasps. I feel him clench on my cock. I’m close, too. I tell him, “I’m going to breed you while you cum.” The musclehunk just nods. I order, “DO IT, BOSS! GIMME YOUR LOAD!”
Guy explodes on command. He cries out and closes his eyes as he shoots. The handsome hard-bodied hunk coats his torso. Puddles settle in the deep cavern between his smooth pecs and abs. Fuck, I like the way this musclestud goes. Watching him lose a second load out has me so hot. And the way he’s tensing up and clamping down on my cock has me close, too.
The muscleman is exhausted. He starts to relax, but his body has done the work. I explode inside him, filling him up with my load. It’s a big one. His body shudders as his eyes train on me again. He begs, “Fuck, yeah, Sammy. Breed me. Breed my hole.” He’s a little late on that request, but I keep pounding and pumping until I’m empty and soft. I slide out and sit back.
Guy collapses again. He lies spreadeagle, just staring at the ceiling. He says, “I’m done, Sammy. No more. Please.”
I laugh as I hop to my feet and stand over him. “It’s cool. What do you need? Water? Towel?”
“A minute. I need a minute.” Guy closes his eyes. “I’m sorry, Sammy.”
“Don’t apologize. That was great.” I grab some water and the remote. I look to see how it works then scroll through the menu. Guy is still chilling. I stop at a guy named Mr. Riddle. He’s got a mask on, but I think that’s Josh, Doug’s buddy from LA. Fuck, he’s smoking hot. I move down to check out my real boss’ videos. Yep, that’s him. Huh, these look hot.
When I hear Guy moving, I quickly go back to the main menu. I press ‘off’ and turn to the muscleman. I step over his waist, standing over him. He opens his eyes, “Damn, Sammy. You’re beautiful. A beautiful fucking machine.” I just laugh. “I’m serious.”
“I’ll handle the mats.” I reach my hand down. He grabs it and I pull him to his feet.
Guy looks back, “Never mind. I’ll clean up in the morning.”
“I’ll do it now. It’ll take me two minutes to wipe them down.”
Guy pulls me into a hug. “You’re sweet, but no. The only thing I want to clean up is you.”
I shrug, deciding not to argue. We head to the shower. Guy’s not interested in anything but a soapy rubdown, but that’s cool, too. We make small talk. He has competed in natural bodybuilding competitions, and he’s even done some pro wrestling, which makes sense. After the shower, I get dressed fast, but he stays naked in flip flops. Works for me.
SEE YOU SOON, GUY.
As I open the front door, Guy says, “Hope we can do this again, Sammy.”
“Fuck, yeah.” I hold up my phone. He grabs his off the hall table, taps it against mine, and we’re connected.
Guy says, “I have one question before you go.”
I reply, “Sure. I’m an open book.”
“Aren’t you curious about me at all?”
Oh shit, he’s not gonna be mad that I didn’t listen to his life story at the bar, is he? Or remember his name? Naw, how would he know? I stall by flirting, “I don’t know. I think I spent a lot of time exploring you.” I reach out and rub his naked torso.
“Fuck, you’re insatiable. I mean who I am beyond my body. Like how I can afford this house. My clothes. My toys, like the truck and the tech. The private gym. The furniture.”
My eyes look past him into the living room. His furniture looks fine. No rips or duct tape, but it looks basic. It’s just plain fabric. Our shit at the ranch is nicer. Leather with metal studs. If he paid a lot, he got ripped off. Were his clothes special? Black polo shirt and white pants. I can get those at Walmart. When I checked out his crotch, I saw his ‘LV’ belt buckle. Big deal, a belt from Las Vegas.
I focus back on him, admitting, “I’m not sure what to say. It’s all cool stuff?”
Guy says, “You don’t blink about any of it. No questions. Just wrestling and sex.”
I slide my hand down to his cock, “I guess sex toys are the only toys I care about. Got any of those?” Guy nods enthusiastically as I jerk him. “Dig ‘em out sometime. We can recreate the scenes from that video.” He moans and his eyes roll back in his head. I say, “But if you think it’s important that I know something about you, I’m all ears.” I’m actually listening now that there’ll be a next time.
The ripped prettyboy shakes his head, “No. Maybe one day. I like that you bought me a drink tonight. I’ll get the next round. I love that you don’t give a shit about my stuff and just see me as a sex object. It’s not what I was used to in The City.”
Again, with the city. Which one?
“San Fran guys are … blah, blah, blah ...”
Fran! Yeah, that’s it. I was so close. No wonder he has money. That’s a pricey place.
Oh, he’s still talking. I suck at listening, even when I’m trying to listen.
“… blah, blah, blah … small town life, but I never expected anyone like you, Sammy.”
“Cool.” I try to sound like I heard him. He mentioned small town life and is smiling, so I say, “Yeah, I’ve been a small-town boy my whole life.” I try to reassure him, “I don’t judge anyone. Seriously. If you’re some kind of rich dude or whatever, I won’t hold it against you.”
Guy laughs, “Gee, thanks.”
I pull my hand from his cock. I put it to his mouth to let him clean off his fresh pre-cum. I don’t need that on the ranch truck’s steering wheel. Not that it’d be the first time. Or the worst thing I’ve left behind after a hook up. Speaking of the ranch, I say, “Hey, I really gotta get back, ‘cause I’m not a rich dude. My day starts at sun-up.”
We actually hug goodbye. Totally not the night I expected, but it was way better. Guy is cool and he’s not as vanilla as I thought. He’s actually one-of-a-kind in this area. I guess he’s got money. Maybe he bought the supply house for all I know, but I don’t care. I only care if a man can go, and Guy can go. I won’t tell the men back at the ranch about him. Gotta protect my boss, right?
That’s an excuse. For now, I’m keeping Guy all to myself just to be a little selfish.
I am curious about one thing. I pull out my phone to see his real name. Oh, so that’s it. Cool.
THE END.
Guy orders a light beer. Okay, he’s real vanilla. I’m obviously gonna have to break this one in. But he’s worth it. We talk for a long time. It’s nothing I’ll remember, but I know how to put a guy at ease. I’m flirty as fuck and he eats it up. He’s not in the local uniform, wearing a preppy golf shirt and loose dress pants. I can see his cock swelling up, tenting his slacks. Looks cut and it looks thicker and longer than average. Nice. I make sure he sees me looking.
I lean in, “You don’t mind me checking you out, do you?” Guy shakes his head. I ask, “Why’d you come in here?”
“For a drink. After work.”
“I heard that. I mean, why here? There are other places to get a drink between here and work. You live nearby? This your neighborhood bar?”
Guy swallows, “No. Not really.”
“So, why’d you come to Chaps?”
A little confidence shows through, “You know why, Sammy.”
“So, you didn’t wander in by accident?” Hey, it happens. No rainbow flags or other symbols on the bar. Guy shakes his head, confirming that he knows the deal with Chaps. I tell him, “You’re gorgeous.”
I lean in. He moves toward me. I grab behind his head. His mouth opens and I own it. Guy is a good kisser. Once he relaxes, he gives as good as he gets. I let him take over. He grabs behind my head. I’m vers, but more on the bottom side. My hand drops onto his leg. He gasps as I rub his cock. Yeah, he’s a solid guy. I’m definitely leaning toward getting fucked.
When we break, Guy has a glassy look on his face. His cock throbs in my hand through his thin pants. He doesn’t seem like the restroom quickie type. I ask seductively, “Where do you live?”
“Got a house just outside of town.”
“Sounds nice.”
“Yeah. I’ve got land. Privacy. It’s a log cabin, actually.” Guy gets bold, “You want to see it?”
“Love to.”
I toss cash on the bar, nodding at the bartender. He winks at me as we leave. It’s easy to follow Guy’s bright, shiny, new-looking, red truck to his ‘log cabin’. It’s no cabin. It’s one of those houses styled like a log cabin. A big one on a big lot. Inside, I grab him by the arm and pull him into a kiss. He’s more assertive now. I like it. I let him control the kiss, taking the opportunity to feel up his body.
Guy gently pushes me against the wall. He is definitely an out-of-towner. We make out for a long time in his hall. He must’ve popped a mint in his truck, because his breath is fresh. By the time he leads me to his living room, we’ve already passed the length of my usual encounter. I’m getting excited. He’s solid as fuck. Can’t wait to see him naked. I bet he’s fucking ripped.
LET’S GET TO IT.
I strip down to my underwear fast. I move in to strip him.
Guy says, “Hold up.”
Oh, fuck. Guy’s a talker. That’s disappointing. We talked for so long at the bar. I didn’t pay attention to most of it, but I got the important stuff. He’s a top. Great. It felt like he has a great cock. We’re both on PrEP with negative test results for other STDs. What more is there to talk about? I wait, bouncing in my underwear, full of with sexual energy.
Guy senses my impatience as he grabs a remote. “Just putting on some background porn, Sammy.” I won’t need it, but if that’s all, it’s cool. “Since you work at a place called Asgard Ranch, I got just the right video.” I just nod, not giving a shit. Some Thor parody or whatever. I stretch out while he - what? No. It can’t be. Guy sees my reaction, “See someone you like?”
I walk toward his 80” flat screen TV. There are eight guys on the screen, but only one of them has my attention. A guy named Thor. A hunky ginger. 42. 5’11”. 215. In brown leather trunks, a red cape, and unlike most of the other guys, he has no mask. Makes it easy to identify him.
Thor is Doug.
My boss.
My boss does porn as Thor? Shit. He did name his ranch Asgard. What the fuck? Guy moves in. He hugs me from behind with one arm and kisses my neck. Mmm. I can’t pull my eyes from Doug. I’d never have guessed. This isn’t some porn from college. He looks exactly the same. My boss does porn like now. I guess I know what he does on his weekend trips to LA.
Guy asks, “You okay?”
I nod. “Yeah, just thought I knew this …” I can’t tell him why or who. I don’t want to out my boss as a porn dude. I scan the other seven guys, picking the hottest one, “Spartan guy.”
“Wow, you and Spartan? That’s a scene I’d love to see. He’s one of my faves. He’s also Bird Boy now. They’re based in LA.” So, that IS what Doug does. “Is that where you hooked up?”
I nod, “Yeah, that’s him. I spent a lot of time there before coming up here.” A lie. I’ve only been to LA once and that was as a kid. I went to Disneyland. I take note of the site. I’ll look into it back at my place, but I don’t really want to fuck to the sound of my boss fucking or getting fucked. I ask, “What’s this site? Everyone’s like a superhero or something?”
“Yeah, one of my fetishes. It’s got wrestling and heroes and sex. Don’t worry, I’ll skip to the sex part. Although, for Spartan, it’s hotter if you watch the wrestling first, because he’s this incredible jobber muscle-bitch, but -”
I interrupt, “Don’t skip the wrestling.”
Guy’s surprised, “What? Are you into wrestling, Sammy?”
“Fuck, yeah. Grew up jerking off to that shit.”
“Seriously?” I nod. “Wrestling?” I nod. “Wow. When I moved here, I was scared I wouldn’t even find someone hot enough to fuck, much less wrestle. You’re my first hookup and you’re seriously into it?”
I nod, “Yeah. But you’re right. I’ve met pretty much every guy in town and they just wanna fuck. The other hands at Asgard wrestle, but the townies? Not that I’ve seen.”
Guy grins, “Then we have to make the most of it. Come to the loft.”
We head upstairs. There are exercise mats on the floor. Cushy. Perfect for wrestling. There’s another huge 80” TV. He pushes one button, and the site is back up. All connected. Cool. Guy says, “SuperStar vs. Toyboy. This is the video for us. Trust me.”
I smirk, “You’re the boss.”
Guy laughs, “I like that. Oh, it gives me another idea.” The hot stud goes into the bedroom off the loft. When he gets back, he tosses me red briefs with a yellow waistband and Superman ‘S’ diamond on the front. “For you. And I’m wearing these.” He holds up purple squarecuts with a green waistband. ‘Luthor’ is written out in script on the back. “We can wrestle to see who’s really the boss.”
For the first time since I arrived in this town, I’m surprised by a hookup.
All I can say is, “Let’s go, Guy.”
GETTING READY.
I’m swapping my underwear for trunks with my back to him. I’m not really listening to or looking at the TV, until I hear one guy say, "You just wait. You've opened the door to my most devious devices. I would've saved them for the sex round or maybe even later, but now? It's open season on heroes." Devices? Open season on heroes? Sounds hot. I look up to see a cocky Superboy character with gorgeous pecs reply, "Bring it on, little man. Bring it on."
I have my back to him so that he gets a great look at my killer ass while I bend over and shimmy the tight spandex trunks up my legs and work them over my butt. A little more motivation for him. Not that he needs it, because he’s definitely found his confidence. I also don’t want to see his body and cock while he changes. I’ve felt both and he feels awesome. I want a big reveal when I see Guy stripped down for the first time.
Okay, let’s see my not-so vanilla prettyboy.
Guy does not disappoint. His body is insane, like a natural bodybuilder. His muscles, cuts, veins, and proportions are ridiculous. Seriously, best body I’ve ever seen in person, and I’ve seen a ton of hot bodies. And he’s rocking his purple Lex Luthor squarecuts. They’re already tenting in front, because the heat between us goes both ways.
I gotta tell him, “Damn, Guy. You need to get tighter clothes.”
Guy laughs, “Naw, I like the look of shock.” He points at me, “Yeah, like that.”
“Damn right I’m shocked. You know there’s like one gym in town and it’s a shithole, right?”
The chiseled hunk laughs, “Yeah, I saw that before I decided to move here, so I made my own in the barn. Free weights. Machines. Cardio. Everything I need. You’re welcome to use it. I mean, you’re already spectacular, Sammy. You can talk about me, but you’re so fucking hot. Don’t tell me you got that body just from ranch work.”
“Naw, we got some weights and shit up at the ranch. All of us are body guys. Even the owner.”
“I can’t wait to meet them.”
Oh fuck. When he meets Doug … oh well, not my problem right now. I need to focus on wrestling. I’m a competitive dude, but if Guy has mats down and this gear handy, he must know how to wrestle. And with that body, he’s going to be strong and tough as fuck. I ask, “So, how much trouble am I in? I notice you gave me the hero trunks and kept the villain ones.”
“Don’t worry, Sammy. I think you’ll leave here happy.”
“I got no worries about that, but it doesn’t answer my question. I’m gonna guess the answer is I’m in a lot of trouble. You gonna kick my super-ass, Mr. Luthor? Is it open season on heroes?”
Guy groans, “Fuck, Sammy, you keep talking like that and I might not let you leave.”
“Like Superboy just said, ‘bring it on’.”
ENOUGH FOREPLAY, LET'S WRESTLE.
I bounce on my feet. When Guy steps toward me, I get ready to attack, but he puts his hand out. A handshake? I guess he’s really into wrestling. I accept. As soon as our hands meet, the musclestud grabs my hand tight and pulls me forward. I stumble into him, our bodies slamming. WHOMP! Guy locks on a bearhug. Mmm. He tightens up. UNH! I’m feeling it.
Now, we’re getting somewhere. Fuck, Guy’s so solid. I can tell he’s not going all out, yet, but he’s got me locked in. I grab his shoulders. I squeeze and massage them. Yeah, that’s sweet. I can tell that he likes it, too. I shift my hips. He’s a little taller, so my package rubs his balls. The musclestud likes that. Guy tightens. I lean back and caresses his pecs. Fantastic. So hot.
I moan, “OH YEAH! CRUSH ME, BOSS!”
Guy grins and squeezes tighter. Now, I’m in a submission hold. Fuck, that’s hot! I slide my hands up his pecs and onto his shoulders. They slide over his traps as I lean forward. I grab his head and plant my lips on his. Guy gasps, letting out a burst of air into my mouth. We make out again. I rub his head as his powerful arms torture me. He eases up, but I whisper, “Keep going.” The pressure comes back. I might regret that in the morning, but it feels great now.
We make out. He keeps shifting the bearhug. Yeah, that’s it. I slide my lips to his neck. His eyes roll back in his head and the bearhug changes to a hug. “TIGHTEN UP, BOSS!” Guy not only squeezes harder, but he lifts me up, my feet leaving the mat. I grip his bowling ball shoulders and throw my head back. On fuck, yeah! I enjoy the feeling for a few seconds, putting on a show to sell this hold. It could finish me, it’s that good.
I lift my right arm back, grabbing behind my head with my elbow pointing up. Like I’m doing a tricep stretch. I lean left and fall forward, putting my trimmed armpit in his face. I rub the black stubble over his face. I’ve built up a little sweat, suffering in the bearhug. The handsome hard-bodied hunk eases up as tongue comes out. He licks my pit, getting a good taste of me.
My feet are back on the ground. Guy in sniffing and licking my pit. He’s so into me. I’m betting that’ll make him wanna win. I hope it doesn’t turn him sub. That’s happened before. Dudes get all hot for me and forget they’re tops. Not with this musclestud, though. It’s gonna make him go harder to own my ass. I can tell. Yeah, that’s it. Sniff my pit. Lick up my sweat. Fuck, that feels good.
Shit. Guy’s going like a man who’s on a dry spell. Okay, that’s enough. The bearhug is a weak hug now. I slide one foot behind his ankle. I shove him hard. He trips and falls on his back. SPLAT! Time to get really sweaty. I dive on top of the shocked stud. I grab his right wrist and force it beside his ear. I push on his elbow. ARGH! That puts him back in wrestle mode.
We start really grappling. Guy turns out of my hold. Suddenly, he’s ferocious. The muscleman overpowers me. I thought we’d be evenly matched, my ranch-built muscles vs. his gym-built ones. That’s not how it’s going. I think he’s playing with me. Or he’s a sprinter. I get him in position, and he gets a burst of energy to counter. Everything I try, he’s got an answer.
It’s good that I don’t need to go easy, but now I’m focused on not going down like some little jobber bitch. Guy’s definitely toying with me. I’m escaping chokes, headlocks, arm and leg holds, but I’m fighting constantly to do it. Nothing I do lasts more than a few seconds. Guy’s almost always on top. He’s breathing hard from me struggling. My legs never stop working.
We’re getting sweaty, especially him. Our bodies cover his whole giant mat. Guy’s getting frustrated. He’s getting rougher. The hard-bodied hunk manhandles me. Fuck, he is a lot stronger. I counter with twists and arm moves, but he’s getting tired of play time. He wants a submission. We’ve been going for a long time and he’s breathing hard. I gotta watch out.
After my latest escape, we get to our knees. Guy angrily barrels into me, forcing me onto my back. SPLAT! He mounts me. I try to squirm loose, but the muscleman grabs my hair and pulls me up. He locks my head under his armpit. Oh fuck. He is serious. Guy slides his hands behind my back. My legs are pinned down. If he locks his hands for this guillotine hold, I’m done.
Luckily, I know what he’s going for. It gives me a shot. I flex my arms and push out to fan my lats while pushing down to shorten his reach. Even like this, I’m feeling the guillotine. My back and neck are compressed. I’m grunting. He’s grunting. I make fists for strength. Guy is muttering shit like “come on” and “almost”. He tries shifting to weaken me, but I’m focused.
Guy blurts out, “Fuck!”
Yeah, me pushing down is easier than him pushing up. I’ve got the leverage and I’m winning. It’s like a battle of wills. We’re barely moving but he’s getting tired. Guy gives up on securing the guillotine. The muscleman tries to get a submission without locking his hands. He rises a little as he pushes down harder on my neck and bends my back. Too bad for him that frees my legs from his weight. I flop us over and escape.
Guy growls, “Fuck, you’re a tough little bitch.”
I smirk, “I’m Superboy. What did you expect, Lex?”
The muscleman doesn’t laugh. He’s stopped playing. He wants a submission. I can do this to guys. Frustrate them. Makes them careless. The guys on the video are through their second fall and we’ve been rolling around the whole time. No wonder Guy is gasping and soaked. It’s like he just got out of the shower and used man-stank body wash. Damn, he’s sexy as fuck.
It’s fun, but neither of are any closer to getting the first fall. Guy is worked up, but eventually he’s either going to collapse or I’m going to make a mistake. A mistake is more likely. If he keeps me on defense, blocking him and barely saving myself, I’m bound to slip up. I haven’t even come close to hurting him even once, much less submitting him. I have to get more creative. Looking at his trunks, I know what to do.
Guy’s like, “Want some water?”
“After this first fall.”
The musclehunk doesn’t like that. He needs a break. I get to my feet and move in, silently pushing him to keep going. His ego kicks in and he gets up to match me. I maneuver him around to the biggest sweat puddle. He looks down at it, giving me an opening. I dive in, grabbing him around the waist. I turn and pull him down. His feet slip right out, and we land on his back. SPLAT! The impact sends sweat flying into the air.
On top, I fight for control. I bring my knee up between his legs. Not hard, but as we struggle, I use my leg to rub his balls. The hard-body hunk slows down a bit. Doesn’t say anything, but kind of rubs back against me. I remember how much he liked my armpit. I make sure to rub it all over his face as we struggle. Guy slows down again. He sniffs and I feel his tongue dart out.
I get nowhere close to a submission hold, but Guy is gasping. When my face is buried against his neck, I breathe harder. Yeah, it could be the work of controlling him, but it’s not. My hot breath hits his neck, and he moans. When I blow in his ear, he stops fighting completely for a moment. Guy lets out, “Fuck!” This is the longest I’ve been in control. I’ve got him distracted.
Guy powers me onto my back. I push on his chest to keep him up. Of course, my thumbs naturally slide over his nipples. When the muscleman’s eyes roll back in his head, I have to hold back a laugh. I wonder if he’s ticklish. My left hand pushes and slides to his armpit. In the struggle, I run my fingers across his shaved pit. He flinches. “Oh!” Guy stares at me, jaw hanging down, eyebrows down. I think he’s onto me.
Time to go for it.
I drop my left hand to his right wrist. I crunch up, twisting left. My armpit is at his neck. Before he can figure it out, I slide my right rm over and bend his right arm. I pull him right into a chicken wing as I pull down, putting his head on the mat. He’s still on top, but I’ve got his arm trapped in the chicken wing. I learned this Kimura hold from Jose at the ranch. It’s a good one.
My legs wrap around his waist as I crank on the arm. His shoulder is big and powerful, but I’ve got position. Guy gasps and grunts. His other fist pounds the mat. I could go harder, but I want to make it last. I want him to have appreciation for how good I’ve got him. The muscleman literally whimpers. He curses, but for all his power, he’s helpless. I’m strong, too.
I ask, “You gonna give me the first fall? I can go harder, boss.”
“Fuck!”
“C’mon man, I wanna keep wrestling, not send you to the hospital.” I add, “Which is a good 30 minutes away, you know.”
“FUCK!” Guy grunts, “I GIVE!” then furiously slaps the mat. TAP! TAP! TAP!
I let go, but I don’t open my legs. Guy sits up and tries to back off. I block that with my scissors. I crunch up and grab him behind the head. He doesn’t know what’s happening as I pull him down on top of me. Once I start kissing him, he gets it. The musclehunk goes with it. I open my legs and he stretches his pumped, sweaty body on top of me. He takes over.
Any anger Guy had is gone now. I drink in his neck sweat as he humps me. We go hard for a few minutes before he rolls off and collapses on his back. I roll over and mount him. I rub his pecs. “That was fun. We should wipe up the mats before we go again.” I tweak his nipple, “Unless you like slipping and sliding. Kind of like oil wrestling, only we made it with sweat.”
“You’re a sneaky Superboy, Sammy.”
“You’re a horny Lex, boss.”
“Yeah, I guess I am. It’s been a while. Too long, obviously. But seriously. I wasn’t expecting you to be so tough.”
“I know.”
“You know?”
I shrug, “Guys think that me being eager to bottom means I’m easy to top.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah, you want me, you gotta earn it, boss.” I twist back and grab his cock. Guy moans. “I want this, but I’m vers. If you’re too tired to keep wrestling, I’ll take your ass this time and you’ll know better for next time.”
Guy’s ego kicks in. “I’m not too tired for anything. Let’s finish this time before we talk about next time.” I grin. He says, “You’re playing me. You want to push me.” I shrug, but my smirk tells him all he needs to know. The muscleman gets a burst of energy and topples me off him. He looks down, “We wipe up the mat. Drink some water. We go again.”
“You’re the boss.”
LET'S SEE IF GUY CAN EARN TOP.
I point out, “Your video is over.”
Guy notices the TV screensaver is on. “Holy fuck. We wrestled that long for one fall?”
“I guess.”
“No wonder I’m wiped. Why aren’t you tired?”
“Who says I’m not?”
Guy shakes his head, “You’re not.”
I change the subject, “You’re even bigger than before. Look at your shoulders. Your pecs. Your legs. I’ve seen guys get pumped, but man, you’re a beast. You’re not Lex Luthor. Purple and green? You’re the freaking Hulk.”
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| Guy could snap that mop. |
Rehydrated and rested, the musclehunk finds new energy. He charges. I didn’t expect that. He tackles me down. WHOMP! BOOM! The impact drives the air out of me. Guy mounts me. He leans forward and rubs his bulge on my face. I open my mouth and extend my tongue. He lets me suck and lick his package. I moan as I do. His sweat tastes so good. I fucking love it!
I surprise him by rolling us over. He flops onto his back as I jump up his body, splashing down on him. WHOMP! It doesn’t hurt him, he’s too solid for that, but I want to remind him we’re still wrestling. I spin around and sit on his pecs. I pull down my red trunks in back, showing off my ass. He moans. I flex my back and biceps. He reaches up and fondles my ass.
“Check it all out, boss. Give you some motivation.”
“You think I’m not already motivated, Sammy?”
Guy’s hands go up and down my back. When he slides back down on my hips, I grab his wrists. I pull his hand in front, making him rub my torso. He’s got a big wingspan, so he can really check me out. He starts squeezing harder. Digging his fingers in. Really checking me out. Treating me like a piece of meat. He lightly punches my back. THUD! That gives me an idea.
I pull my trunks back up. I feel up his abs. He likes it. I lightly punch them. He doesn’t even feel it. I lift my elbow high, letting it hang. Guy growls, “Do it, Sammy. Punch me. Really punch me.” I drive my fist down into his chiseled stomach. POW! Fuck! My hand bounces off. I need to shake it out. I rub his abs then try another punch. POW! Nothing. Hurts me more than him.
Guy throws me off. We get to our knees. He smirks, “Hand hurt?”
I shake it out, “Like hitting a brick wall.”
“Yeah, they’re too hard for bare knuckles.” The muscleman throws out, “I’ve got boxing gloves in the garage. Maybe next time we glove you up and you can try again.”
I dive at him, surprise tackling him down. I say his words back at him, “Let’s finish this time before we talk about next time.”
I kiss him, but he throws me off. I guess he’s getting serious about winning. Flirting might not be enough. We get to our feet. We don’t say anything, but it’s obvious that Guy’s feeling good. He’s pumped and ready to wrestle. Me, too. Both of us are packing hard-ons. We move in for a lock up. I know how that goes, so I duck and slide behind him. I grab him in a reverse bearhug.
Guy laughs, “You think that’ll work any better than the punches?”
“Least my hand won’t hurt.”
I squeeze, knowing it won’t hurt him, but I kiss the back of his neck as I grind on him. Guy lets me. He groans, “Knock it off. We’re getting serious.” He quickly adds, “About wrestling.” I squeeze harder and lean back, lifting his feet off the mat. He grunts at that. I turn and throw him like a bay of hay. He lands hard on his face and stomach. BOOM! I splash on top. SPLAT!
I go for a choke, but Guy throws me off. He immediately dives on top of me. We’re back to grappling. I wrap my legs around him. He grabs my wrists. I squirm. The musclehunk uses my scissors against me, rolling me onto my neck. I twist, my legs powering him sideways. BAM! My wrists are free. I stretch out and squeeze tightly on the side body scissors.
My legs flex as I extend them as hard as I can. Guy pushes up. I’m accomplishing nothing here. I grab for his closest arm, but he pulls it free. The muscleman spins in my legs. He drives down with a stiff body shot. THUD! OOF! His fist sinks into my abs. They’re tight and hard, but they’re not like his. He does it again. THUD! KOFF! The muscleman easily pulls my legs apart.
Guy dominates me again, moving me around like I’m nothing, trying different holds. Sweat builds up and the mat is slick as before we wiped it down. Guy’s a damn good wrestler. I have to think, because he plans far ahead, anticipating my counters to get me in a new hold. We’re rubbing on each other. This time, he’s feeling me up, too. Might be the only thing saving me.
Our grunting echoes in the wrestling loft. I love the sounds he’s making. I tease, “Now I know what you’ll sound like IF you win top.” Guy pauses and laughs. I use the distraction to get behind him. I wrap my arms around his neck, “But if you wanna fuck me, you can’t stop!”
Guy fights my choke. He’s a lot of man to handle, rolling us over, slamming me on the mat as he flops back and forth. I can’t get a good hold. It’s basically a headlock now. The musclestud flips me over his head. I lose the hold and land on my butt in front of him. PLOP! I spin as he tries for a chinlock. I slip free and dive in. We’re sweating, grunting, and he’s gasping again.
I hold my own, but the hard-body hunk is just maneuvering me into place. I end up sitting in front of him. He gets me in a body scissors. I go for his toes, but he rolls to the left. WHOA! I’m powered over onto my shoulders. He’s in plank position. His powerful legs hold me in the cradle position. My ass is up, and my legs hang down. My knees hover over my shoulders.
Guy has me pinned, but he doesn’t count. My arms are stretched out on the mat over my head. The musclestud rolls me over onto my ass again. I reach for his feet, but we roll over. Suddenly, we’re going around the mat in a circle, rolling ass to head. We’re picking up speed with me getting dizzier every roll. I’m gonna lose my lunch. I hit hard on my shoulder and head every time, my neck getting bent when I’m upside down and whipped on the rise.
We go around the mat three times before he stops with my shoulders pinned to the mat. My knees hang down to my shoulders. I’m a little loopy. Guy does a push-up, controlling me with his powerful legs. I kick my feet, but I’m not going anywhere. The musclehunk says, “You pinned?” I struggle harder, but he holds me down. Fuck! When I don’t escape, he says “Yeah, you’re pinned.”
“ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THREE!”
Guy lets go. I fall to my left, moving all the way over into a seated position. When I get my brain working again, I spin to face him and rub my neck. He’s got a big smile now. “Good pin?” I nod. “All tied up.” I nod as I roll my shoulders out. “I gotta give you credit. You’re a good sport, Sammy. I couldn’t see the pin, so you could’ve said your shoulder went up.”
“Who would lie about something like that?”
“You’d be surprised what guys will do. That’s your buddy Spartan’s whole character.” Who? Oh, yeah, the lie I told to cover for Doug. I just nod, not wanting to dig myself into a deeper hole on that one. “But I’m glad you’re not like that.”
I shake my head, “I don’t get it, but there are all kinds of jerks out there I guess.”
Guy stands up and offers me a hand. I accept. He pulls me up into a hug. He’s still breathing hard. I’m not, but I get it. He did all the work on that last one.
I bounce around as I ask, “Break or tiebreak?”
The muscleman hesitates, but I guess he feels pressured, because he says kind of reluctantly, “Sure, let’s go.”
TIEBREAKER. I HOPE GUY DOES PASS OUT.
No playing this time. Guy wants to win. He’s on me fast and he’s using all his power. It’s like I’m fighting some 300-lbs beast the way he comes at me. I’m down on the mat, grappling for my life. Or my ass. I’m countering everything, keeping squirmy and moving. I don’t let him get a good hold on me. I don’t expose my back. I’m annoying as fuck, keeping everything in tight.
Guy’s gasping and cursing, “UNH! Fuck.” He tries to lock me up. I slip free. “C’mon. UNH! Shit!” Another escape. “UNH! Damn it. UNH!” Sorry, man, that won’t work either. “What? UNH! UNH! Ah, you fucker!” I get behind him. “No!” He breaks free. “Stay still!” I don’t. He’s sweating buckets. “UNH! Gimme that wrist!” I don’t. He growls, “Are you serious with this shit?”
After almost ten minutes of being a very successful mouse, I slip away from the cat.
Guy gets to his knees and shakes his head, “Sammy!” His chest is heaving as he rests his hands on his thighs. “You are seriously the most annoying fucker I’ve ever wrestled.”
I smirk, “I’ve heard that before.”
“Come on. Let’s go.” As we move in, Guy grunts, “You’re not gonna wear me down.”
I don’t say a word. I think he said that more for himself than me. We lock up on our knees. He throws me down. THUD! Uh oh, the musclestud is in beast mode. I decide to roll away. Big mistake. Guy’s got more in the tank than I thought. He dives at me, getting on my back. Fuck! Guy gets his arm around my neck and legs around my body. I barely get my arm up to block.
The musclestud tries to lock me up but knows he can’t. He squeezes his legs and I cry out. That hurt. Guy focuses on the leg scissors. Crushing my sides just below my ribs. He keeps his arm around my neck, waiting for me to slip up. I squirm and twist, but his legs are like a vice. I can’t move him. He’s not that big, but he’s focused and knows how to counter.
Considering I just wanted to fuck, why am I fighting it? I don’t know, but I am. He’s not getting me. We’re over ten minutes on this third round. That’s respectable. But I want to win. This musclestud is going to get my best. I feel his legs go looser. He’s wearing down. I knew it. His arm is loose, too. I grab his wrist and forearm. I twist hard and roll us both over.
I slip around and I’m free. I get Guy onto his stomach. I’m on top and he’s in a chicken wing. His free hand forms a fist. He pounds the mat in frustration and anger. I can tell, because he’s swearing up a storm and I know it’s not the pain of the hold. I don’t care how tired he is, he’s not giving to a fucking arm hold. Not to me. I need something better. I start working out a plan.
Guy has his own plan. He fights the wing and throws me off. His eight-pack abs are extending in and out as his chest heaves. The hard-body hunk isn’t even hiding how tired he’s getting. I can’t let him rest. I make him react by charging him. He knows it’s coming. He sees me coming. But he’s just a little slower than usual, meaning I get past his defenses and take him down. SPLAT!
I still can’t control him, but I’m definitely the aggressor. He’s slowing down, playing defense while he tries to catch his wind. I get him in a tight side headlock, crushing his skull as I smother his nose and mouth against my lat. Let him smell and taste me. Maybe he’ll be more willing to call this day and accept my cock. Guy grabs me around my waist, and I know that’s not happening.
The musclestud rolls me onto my shoulders. I kick my feet and roll us back. Guy does it again. This time, he pushes on me and slips free. As I’m unfolding myself, he’s got my leg. Guy powers me onto my stomach and smoothly rolls up into a single leg crab. He sits and I feel the pain in my back. I grunt as he bends me in half. Fuck! I focus on escape, ignoring the pain.
The ripped wrestler is using this as a rest hold. I can tell because he’s not going 100%. Probably figures I’d never give to this. Either way, I can’t have him resting. I fight like fuck, pushing up and kicking my leg. The musclestud is strong, but I get free when I twist. He loses his balance and collapses beside me. He crawls up to hands and knees, his head hanging down.
I wonder if he’s got anything left.
Let’s find out.
I jump on his back. I tackle him, planting him on his back. His left leg is up, so I grab behind it. I grab behind his head and pull his knee to his nose. I lock hands and hold tight. I love the sound of his grunting as I control him. I’ve got his right arm pinned under me and his left leg blocks his left hand, so he can’t punch his way to freedom. I roll a little, getting his shoulders down.
I count the pin. “ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THR -”
Guy has enough strength to roll us slightly. He throws his left arm up and the shoulder rises. Fuck. I let go and roll away. He looks at me. I smile, “Almost got you.”
A head shake as he says, “You’re not, oof, saying I didn’t break in time? Phewf.”
I sigh, “This again? What kind of assholes do you wrestle? Your shoulder was obviously up before three.”
Guy says still breathing hard, “When my ass is on the line, unh, guys try all kinds of shit. Pfoo. It was a major trophy, huff, in my old wrestling circle. No one has come this close to winning it for years.”
“Well, it is a sweet ass, but if I’m gonna fuck you, I’m gonna get it honestly.”
The musclestud pants, “Glad, uh, hear it, phew, Sammy. You’re a, whoo, helluva wrestler.”
Guy takes a deep breath and relaxes. His breathing is normal, and he looks fired up to protect his hole. Makes me want it more. The muscleman can do all the breathing exercises he wants, but I’m not fooled. He’s running low on adrenaline. We go at it again. I come at him fast, making like I’m going low then right then left. He’s trying to adjust, but he can’t keep up.
I get him blocking low, letting me come in high. I push down on his back, and he falls to his knees. I wrap his head up in a standing head scissors. Guy groans as I squeeze his head. I bend forward and grab his waist for stability. He tries to flip me over, but I pull to the side. We collapse sideways, his head still trapped. I spank his ass. SMACK! “Sweet, sweet, sweet.”
“NO!” Guy gets a burst of energy. He Pushes on my legs and his head pops free. I’m up fast. I dive at him while he’s on hands and knees. We roll until I’m on top. The musclestud throws me off. I come back at him. He tries to kick me, but I dodge. I jump on top of him. Again, he throws me off. He’s breathing heavy again and he’s not countering, just using up his strength to defend himself.
Guy rolls over to escape and I’m on his back. I lock on a chinlock and pull up and back. He’s kneeling in front of me as I pull back on his head. The muscleman pulls forward, bending and flipping me over him. I land on my ass, and he grabs my arms from behind, locking on a double chicken wing. His breath hits my ear as he gasps. I struggle as much as I can, refusing to let him rest.
I break loose and roll. We adjust our tenting bulges simultaneously, relieving the tension. I joke, “Twinsies.” I pull my hand out of my trunks and move in on my knees. He watches me carefully. I grab his bulge. Guy tenses, but lets me feel along his hard shaft. I smirk, “Nice to see that you trust me.” I lean in and kiss him. He grabs my head and goes deep as I toy with his meat.
I slide off his mouth to his neck. He whimpers as I attack his neck. I love the taste of his sweat. I barely push on him, and he collapses onto his back with me landing on top of him. I grind our bulges together as I suck on his neck. He cries out and his body is covered with goosebumps. Guy pushes me off his neck, “Stop.” I pull off and look down on him.
“You’re not Superman. You’re a fucking hypnotist, Sammy. You could probably make me forget my own name.” Guy powers us over so he’s on top. “I’m not letting you distract me again.”
I smirk and use my strength to roll him off me. We grapple and roll around. He’s the most aggressive he’s been. I get on top. Suddenly, he grabs my forearms. Guy pushes my arms to my side. He whips his legs up and scissors me, pinning my forearms to my side. I struggle, twisting from side to side on my knees. The muscleman has his ankles locked and I’m trapped.
From his back, Guy fires fists into my upper abs and pecs. THUD! POW! WHOMP! I grunt, flexing my torso, but I’m feeling them. He crunches up and grabs a handful of my hair. The muscleman pulls my head down and locks on a front sleeper choke. My head is locked under his armpit with his forearm over my Adam’s apple. He grabs his wrist to cinch it in.
I gasp for air as he tightens the hold. I’m really fucking trapped. I fight to escape, but with no arms and the choke getting tighter, I know I’m in trouble. Too late to use my legs and I can’t twist free. Worse, he knows I’m in trouble. “Give up, Sammy. This is my last gasp. Probably the last hold I can manage, but trust me I can finish you with it.” I do trust that he can do it.
I try to grunt out a submission. Guy lets up a little.
I immediately blurt out. “URK! Give.”
The muscleman lets go. He opens his legs and collapses under me. He’s spread-eagle, eyes closed, unmoving. I’m fine. You’d think I won looking at us. But I didn’t. He used his last rush to get me good. I’m still not giving up on getting his ass, though. I think he’ll give it to me.
I ask, “Ready for stakes.”
“Gimme a minute. I’ll get us some water.”
I pat his pec, “I got it, boss.”
FINALLY. IT'S TIME TO FUCK.
I notice that the screensaver on his TV isn’t even on, just a black screen. The video was hot, but I never needed it, so I hope he doesn’t go looking for another one to stall for time. The TV might be in sleep mode, but I’m in ‘go’ mode. Wrestling was fun, but it’s time to fuck. We’re both sweaty. Shiny. Slick. He got me with the choke, but at least it was easy to get over.
I hop to my feet and grab some water. Guy still hasn’t moved by the time I bring him something to drink. Fuck. If he’s too tired to fuck me, I’ll be pissed. All those natural bodybuilder muscles, but where’s the stamina? Fortunately, his cock looks like it can go. Fuck it. If he wants, he can just lie there. I can ride him. Won’t be the first time I’ve had to do all the work.
Guy sits up and hydrates. I do a sexy shimmy out of the sweaty red trunks. I stretch out, cooling down, but really giving him an energy boost. I keep my ass in his line of sight. I hear soft grunts and moans as I bend and lean. He’s like, “oh yeah” and “that’s the stuff”. My cat-dog tilt really gets him. On hands and knees, arching my back with my ass going up.
“You are fucking amazing, Sammy.”
I slowly move into a downward dog with my feet spread open. I look back through my legs, past my dangling junk, staring at him. I reply, “You’re damn amazing yourself.” I rise slowly, rolling my back before turning and moving in. “So hard and sexy. Your body is insane. Just lie back and relax. Let me worship you.” I smirk, “Just no touching your cock.”
The muscleman smiles, “Are you giving me an order?”
“Yeah, I guess I am. Trust me, boss.”
The ‘boss’ does it. Guy growls. I drop down and start with his big feet. He puts his hands behind his head and watches. From his look, I can tell that I’m not the first guy to worship him. I guess back in … I wanna say … San … Antonio? Diego? Jose? Ta Fe? Fuck, I don’t remember. And now I’ve lost my train of thought. Oh yeah, I’ve got him gasping from the foot massage. After a bit of rubbing, licking, and toe sucking, it’s time to move on.
I lift his legs, resting his ankles on my shoulders. My hands slither up his shins and down his calves. I start gentle then add some pressure. He loves massage. When I tickle behind his knees, his whole body tenses. His arms stretch down, and he digs his fingers into the mats. He closes his eyes, puts his head back, and arches his back. My fingers have him convulsing. Guess I know how to own him next time. I move up his hamstrings and he settles down.
“Looks like Mr. Luthor has a weakness, too.”
Guy laughs, “I do for you, Superboy. Look how horny you’ve got me!”
I smirk. He is hard and bouncing in the purple shorts. I ask, “Can I see it, boss?”
Again, ‘boss’ gets him riled up. He loves it. I slowly peel down his purple trunks. When his cock springs free, I gasp. A little bit if performance, but it’s a great dick. I knew it’d be big, but solid and just the right upward curve for fucking. Yeah, fate definitely shined on my tonight. I kneel between his legs, put the sweaty trunks against my face, and breathe in deep. Guy moans, watching me take in his scent. When I got it, I toss his trunks aside.
My hands slide along his hips and around his cock. Guy’s so hard I’m careful not to touch his cock. The handsome hard-body is ready to explode. I have to let him adjust so he doesn’t shoot too early. I’ve done that to guys too many times. I get a dude all worked up and I end up at home riding a dildo. Keep him on the edge, but don’t push him over. That’s the trick.
Guy’s arms twitch and his fingers are back pressing down on the mat. He reaches for his dick. Fuck, no. I block him by moving up his body, feeling up his abs. He settles back down. I lick them, my body pushing his big cock down. He’s squirming. When I start manhandling his chest, he palms my head and grabs my shoulder for support. Guy’s whole body is on fire.
I let him pull my lips to his nipples. Guy whimpers my name. After a few minutes, he can’t stand it. The handsome hard-body asks me to suck him off. I ignore that. I just carefully use my mouth and hands to own him. I prefer hairy and beefy, but he’s got me worked up, too. More pleading. More blocking him from jerking his cock. He tries to push me back down to it.
Yeah, Mr. Muscles won the match, but guess who’s begging? I pull off his nipple, but I move up, not down. I get my face over his. I tell him, “Fuck me, boss.” It’s an order, not a request. I move to the side. He groans as he rolls toward me. I push him back down. He collapses. Shit. I ask, “You still tired, boss?” He looks embarrassed. “It’s cool. I got this.”
“Fuck, Sammy. You’re a machine. I haven’t wrestled for that long in a while. And it was a long day. I worked out at 5 and -”
I smother his mouth with a kiss. Guy melts. I control him with my lips while I reach back and finger my hole. I open myself up as we kiss. I feel his hand on mine. Guy has long arms. And thick fingers. I let him take over. Fuck, that feels good. When I’m ready, I pull off and he doesn’t try to talk. I slide over him and move into a squat. I touch his dick and he quivers.
I slide down, taking his whole cock. The muscleman groans and his eyes roll back in his head. He grabs my legs. “Oh, fuck yeah.” I grab his pecs. They’re so meaty and strong. Damn, I do like Guy’s body. I start riding him, slowly. Not bouncing, just controlled squats. The handsome hard-body hunk rubs on my legs. He watches with a desperate expression, silently begging.
Every time he gets close, I pause. Guy lets out a pained grunt. I keep edging him, adjusting my speed. He lifts his hips, trying to get off. I sit down hard with him deep inside me. The musclestud grits his teeth. I toy with his nipples as I just sit in place, holding him down. I call him ‘boss’, but he’s learning that’s just play. After all my fast fucks, I finally got a guy who can last. Whether he wants to or not.
Guy whimpers, “Sammy, please. You’re torturing me. Please, let me cum.”
“I will, but c’mon, let me have a little fun, boss.”
“Oh fuck, you’re amazing.”
I smile, “You are, too.”
Okay, I’ll be merciful. I start bouncing. Guy gasps. He watches as I pick up speed. I ask, “You want to join in?” He nods and lifts his hips against me, slamming his dick in. I freeze, letting him pound me. Guy moans and slows down. Wow, he is tired. I take over again, riding his dick. It doesn’t take long for him to be begging to cum. I slide off and he looks shocked. “Hold on.”
I spin fast and 69 him. I lie on top, making Guy take my dick as I take his. I suck on him. He just holds my cock in his mouth. Guy is too worked up to do anything else. The muscleman lets out a muffled scream as I draw his load out of him. His whole sexy body convulses under me. It’s a gusher, but I know how to swallow. I gulp down every rope as I pump with my hand and suck on the tip. I drain his big, thick cock dry.
Guy collapses under me. He’s moaning, still gagged by my cock. I clean his cock, making him twitch and squirm like a puppet. I slide out of his mouth as I kneel over his head, my knees spread wide. He just lies there, unmoving, covered in sweat, with a big smile on his face. His cock is soft, lying to the right. His muscles look smaller. The muscleman is exhausted.
Long day or not, my cock is still hard. I remind him of that by tapping it on his forehead. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Guy looks up at me. I smile down at him, “You’re fun, boss.” He grins. I’ll give Guy credit. He tries to roll over, I’m assuming to finish me off. I push lightly on his shoulder, and he collapses onto his back. No resistance. I pull him up to sitting and slide in behind him.
I tell him as I kiss his neck, “You’re tired.”
Guy leans against me, “I can’t believe that you’re not, Sammy. You put in a full day on a ranch, wrestled, and just did most of the work during stakes. I feel bad.”
“Don’t. You’re good. I can finish myself off.” I slide my arms under his armpits and rub his chest and abs. “Flex for me, boss.” Guy hesitates. “Flex. C’mon, you can do it. Show me those ridiculous biceps.” Guy lifts his arms and tightens them up. They respond immediately. The veins pop and the cuts deepen. “Gorgeous.” I turn his head to me and kiss him on the lips.
Guy’s arms fall immediately as I own his mouth. I replace my lips with my bicep. “Mine are pretty good, too, right?’’
The muscleman answers by kissing my flexed muscle. Guy makes out with my bicep as I encourage him, telling him how amazing he is. How smoking hot. Throwing in a ‘boss’ or two. I lie him back down. I slide up, stretching one leg over his face. “How about my leg? You like it?” Guy’s tongue licks the dried sweat off my leg before he starts making out with it.
I pull away and mount across him, sitting on his pelvis. I flex my biceps. Guy shakes his head. “You act like we never wrestled at all.” I ignore that and slide back between his legs. I lift them onto my shoulders. Guy’s eyes go wide. He asks, “What are you doing, Sammy?”
“You know what I’m doing. Finishing myself off, boss.”
Guy moans. I wait. When we talked about PrEP and tests at the bar, I don’t think he ever thought he’d end up like this. He looks at me, “Okay. You’ve earned it. Just please be gentle. You’re big and I really haven’t been fucked in years.”
“Well, it’s about time then, don’t you think?”
The muscleman lets out a soft, “Yes.”
I suck on my fingers. I’ve played with lots of first timers, so I know how to treat a guy who hasn’t bottomed in years. I toy with him, getting him horny. As exhausted as he is, his body is relaxed. I slide my finger in. A little play and he’s a whimpering mess. I find his spot and he gasps. It only takes a few minutes and three fingers before Guy is begging me to fuck him.
You don’t need to ask me twice. I get my cock lined up. “Look at me, boss.” Guy locks his eyes on me as I power inside. One long, loud groan, but he adjusts fast. I pound the ripped muscleman. I don’t know why he hasn’t been fucked for years, but from where I’m kneeling, Guy is a natural muscle bottom. And he loves it. The hard-body hunk can’t stop begging for more.
Guy is such an eager bottom; I make it last longer. His cock stretches out. I tell him, “Jerk yourself, boss.” The musclestud eagerly grabs hold of his dick. I pound him, getting close a couple of times, but slowing down. I work him, watching for all the signs that he’s getting close. There he is. “I know you’re tired, but I’m gonna fuck another load out of you.”
“Oh, fuck yeah, Sammy! Please! Fuck my load out of me!”
I hammer his hole. I’ve been watching him all along, so I know exactly the spot and speed by now. Yeah, that’s it. Guy starts shaking. He’s begging louder. His voice goes higher. He starts gasps. I feel him clench on my cock. I’m close, too. I tell him, “I’m going to breed you while you cum.” The musclehunk just nods. I order, “DO IT, BOSS! GIMME YOUR LOAD!”
Guy explodes on command. He cries out and closes his eyes as he shoots. The handsome hard-bodied hunk coats his torso. Puddles settle in the deep cavern between his smooth pecs and abs. Fuck, I like the way this musclestud goes. Watching him lose a second load out has me so hot. And the way he’s tensing up and clamping down on my cock has me close, too.
The muscleman is exhausted. He starts to relax, but his body has done the work. I explode inside him, filling him up with my load. It’s a big one. His body shudders as his eyes train on me again. He begs, “Fuck, yeah, Sammy. Breed me. Breed my hole.” He’s a little late on that request, but I keep pounding and pumping until I’m empty and soft. I slide out and sit back.
Guy collapses again. He lies spreadeagle, just staring at the ceiling. He says, “I’m done, Sammy. No more. Please.”
I laugh as I hop to my feet and stand over him. “It’s cool. What do you need? Water? Towel?”
“A minute. I need a minute.” Guy closes his eyes. “I’m sorry, Sammy.”
“Don’t apologize. That was great.” I grab some water and the remote. I look to see how it works then scroll through the menu. Guy is still chilling. I stop at a guy named Mr. Riddle. He’s got a mask on, but I think that’s Josh, Doug’s buddy from LA. Fuck, he’s smoking hot. I move down to check out my real boss’ videos. Yep, that’s him. Huh, these look hot.
When I hear Guy moving, I quickly go back to the main menu. I press ‘off’ and turn to the muscleman. I step over his waist, standing over him. He opens his eyes, “Damn, Sammy. You’re beautiful. A beautiful fucking machine.” I just laugh. “I’m serious.”
“I’ll handle the mats.” I reach my hand down. He grabs it and I pull him to his feet.
Guy looks back, “Never mind. I’ll clean up in the morning.”
“I’ll do it now. It’ll take me two minutes to wipe them down.”
Guy pulls me into a hug. “You’re sweet, but no. The only thing I want to clean up is you.”
I shrug, deciding not to argue. We head to the shower. Guy’s not interested in anything but a soapy rubdown, but that’s cool, too. We make small talk. He has competed in natural bodybuilding competitions, and he’s even done some pro wrestling, which makes sense. After the shower, I get dressed fast, but he stays naked in flip flops. Works for me.
SEE YOU SOON, GUY.
As I open the front door, Guy says, “Hope we can do this again, Sammy.”
“Fuck, yeah.” I hold up my phone. He grabs his off the hall table, taps it against mine, and we’re connected.
Guy says, “I have one question before you go.”
I reply, “Sure. I’m an open book.”
“Aren’t you curious about me at all?”
Oh shit, he’s not gonna be mad that I didn’t listen to his life story at the bar, is he? Or remember his name? Naw, how would he know? I stall by flirting, “I don’t know. I think I spent a lot of time exploring you.” I reach out and rub his naked torso.
“Fuck, you’re insatiable. I mean who I am beyond my body. Like how I can afford this house. My clothes. My toys, like the truck and the tech. The private gym. The furniture.”
My eyes look past him into the living room. His furniture looks fine. No rips or duct tape, but it looks basic. It’s just plain fabric. Our shit at the ranch is nicer. Leather with metal studs. If he paid a lot, he got ripped off. Were his clothes special? Black polo shirt and white pants. I can get those at Walmart. When I checked out his crotch, I saw his ‘LV’ belt buckle. Big deal, a belt from Las Vegas.
I focus back on him, admitting, “I’m not sure what to say. It’s all cool stuff?”
Guy says, “You don’t blink about any of it. No questions. Just wrestling and sex.”
I slide my hand down to his cock, “I guess sex toys are the only toys I care about. Got any of those?” Guy nods enthusiastically as I jerk him. “Dig ‘em out sometime. We can recreate the scenes from that video.” He moans and his eyes roll back in his head. I say, “But if you think it’s important that I know something about you, I’m all ears.” I’m actually listening now that there’ll be a next time.
The ripped prettyboy shakes his head, “No. Maybe one day. I like that you bought me a drink tonight. I’ll get the next round. I love that you don’t give a shit about my stuff and just see me as a sex object. It’s not what I was used to in The City.”
Again, with the city. Which one?
“San Fran guys are … blah, blah, blah ...”
Fran! Yeah, that’s it. I was so close. No wonder he has money. That’s a pricey place.
Oh, he’s still talking. I suck at listening, even when I’m trying to listen.
“… blah, blah, blah … small town life, but I never expected anyone like you, Sammy.”
“Cool.” I try to sound like I heard him. He mentioned small town life and is smiling, so I say, “Yeah, I’ve been a small-town boy my whole life.” I try to reassure him, “I don’t judge anyone. Seriously. If you’re some kind of rich dude or whatever, I won’t hold it against you.”
Guy laughs, “Gee, thanks.”
I pull my hand from his cock. I put it to his mouth to let him clean off his fresh pre-cum. I don’t need that on the ranch truck’s steering wheel. Not that it’d be the first time. Or the worst thing I’ve left behind after a hook up. Speaking of the ranch, I say, “Hey, I really gotta get back, ‘cause I’m not a rich dude. My day starts at sun-up.”
We actually hug goodbye. Totally not the night I expected, but it was way better. Guy is cool and he’s not as vanilla as I thought. He’s actually one-of-a-kind in this area. I guess he’s got money. Maybe he bought the supply house for all I know, but I don’t care. I only care if a man can go, and Guy can go. I won’t tell the men back at the ranch about him. Gotta protect my boss, right?
That’s an excuse. For now, I’m keeping Guy all to myself just to be a little selfish.
I am curious about one thing. I pull out my phone to see his real name. Oh, so that’s it. Cool.
THE END.
Casting ...
Sammy = Ryan James (there are multiple Ryan James, this one is ryanjamesxxxx on Twitter)
Guy = Tamas Godo (men's physique type guy)
Shane the Bartender = Kyle Kirvay (bodybuilder)
I need to read more carefully because after reading this chapter multiple times, I thought, oh how smart Alex is to name the generic hot character "Guy", only to realize that is likely not his actual name. I really enjoyed this chapter. I love how confidant Sammy is and how he basically played Guy (in a way that they both win). The kinky part of me also really enjoyed the edging/milking section at the end. I've reread that section like 10 times.
ReplyDeleteThe ranch dynamics generally don't interest me as much as your other storylines, but this was a really cute story. I hope Sammy introduces Guy to the other dudes in the future. I can only imagine how happy Guy would be to wrestle the Asgard crew, though he might freak out at meeting Thor in person.
Also, Tamas Godo is ridiculously attractive. It's hard to not keep looking at him
Thanks! Maybe I need to write more explicitly! “Guy” is definitely not his name. Sammy has a listening problem … he’s so used to anonymous pickups that he just didn't listen to “Guy’s” name. Or the bartender’s, but at least we heard that one. He’s lucky that he’s hot and fun.
DeleteYeah, these side settings can be hit and miss. It’s one reason I changed the titles of the ranch stories to be about the wrestlers. They’re all Cave connected, just not in The Cave. Arizona wasn’t a popular destination this last round, either.
Sammy did play “Guy” and I wasn’t surprised he flipped the muscle stud in the end, even though it was very hot to read about it. I wouldn’t mind a story in which cocky Sammy gets taken down in a 2 or 3 on 1 and proves his worth as a true ranch hand slut. As always, great wrestling action and sizzling ‘stakes’. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteThanks! I think Sammy would love a 2 or 3 on 1 where he’s the 1. The boy is up for nearly anything. Guy might have some friends or there’s always the bartender and his man.
DeleteThis is another story that is really working really good. All three hunks are superb. Bartender has a husband and he seemed to be open to play with Sammy. And Sammy. What a character. He doesnt have to work really hard to show us readers his personality. You wrote him so, clearly. I think thats why perhaps "guy" just went with the flow and it ended how it ended. I really liked how you integrated the Cave into all of this. Not to mention the intrigue of how Doug is going to deal with his worker knowing about what he does in Los Angeles. Oh and Josh. Of course Guy is also going to be surprised because at some point him and Doug have to cross pathways. Right? The wrestling was fun and guy getting tired from it and gasping from exhaustion, would seem out of place for a dude in such good shape, but thats what happens when youre extremely ripped! Maybe he was in a diet. Haha. This was fun. The Asgard line of stories is slowly growing and I hope we give it time to flourish. I mean we got Lex Luthor and a second Super now. Great stuff.
ReplyDeleteThanks! Yeah, I’ve set up a few different things up north at Asgard that I can explore. Not sure the direction, but it’s always good to have diversions. I really like Sammy and Guy, which is how the story got so long.
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