The Cave 32: Ryan Meets Mano

WEDNESDAY NIGHT. ZUT ALORS BOITE. LOS ANGELES CA.

For a guy who just broke up with his boyfriend, I feel pretty good.

Maybe it’s because we didn’t completely breakup? Luke ended our dating relationship but changed it to a friend with benefits arrangement where everything will stay about the same. And the fact that I have another boyfriend, Corey, and another friend with benefits, Pete, could be helping, too. Weirdly, those relationships are both the cause and solution in this case.

As we stand waiting at the valet stand after the dinner where Luke told me about our new arrangement, he says, “So, who is he?”

“Who?”

“The lucky guy who’s getting your ass tonight?”

I feign confusion. Luke saw me get a text on his way back from the restroom, he just doesn’t know who it was from. When Luke took sex off the table for tonight, I reached out and set up a wrestling match for tonight. I’m going to hook up with Cage, a sexy powerhouse who I’ve wrestled twice before. It should be a good way to handle the sort of breakup with Luke.

Luke calls me out, “C’mon. I know you. You ordered one of my usuals and you have a doggy bag.” He repeats with emphasis, “A doggy bag, Ryan! That never happens. You ate like I normally do before you and me head back to my place.”

I shrug and lie, “I don’t understand what you’re asking.”

I completely understand what he’s asking. I’m the top in our relationship. I’m the top in all my relationships, except the occasional time when I allow Corey to top me. If Luke hadn’t broken it off, I would’ve eaten three times as much, knowing that I’d be plowing his ass tonight. Instead, I’m ready to receive Cage’s cock, in case he beats and fucks me for a third time in a row. I’m planning to win, but I’ve planned to win our previous matches, too.

Luke playfully teases, “Ryan. You’re a top who just ate like a bottom.”

I realize that the sexy muscleboy valet has overheard all of this while waiting to take my ticket. He’s a babyface stud with a muscular 5’7”/160 lbs body. The young stud hungrily checks me out as he walks away backwards.

Crap, the muscleboy valet
overheard everything.

I blush.

When my car arrives, the muscleboy valet bumps into me, rubbing our bodies as we change positions. He’s small, but solid. I over-tip him. He doesn’t even look, instead checking me out. When I turn away, his big, strong hand is on my back. He grabs my arm, like he’s helping me into my car. I look at him and his eyes bore into me. I say, “Thanks for the assist.”

The muscleboy valet winks, “Anytime.” As he closes my door for me, he leans in and says, “Have a great night, Ryan. Hope I see you come soon.”

What? Did he miss a word in there? Hope you come back soon or hope I see you again soon? No, that awkward turn of phrase was very, very intentional. And he used my name, which he only knows from eavesdropping on Luke and I. Okay, a sexy muscleboy wants me. Cool.

FRIDAY AFTERNOON. AN APARTMENT HALLWAY. LOS ANGELES CA.

“Woof, you are a big boy, Ryan.”

“Yep. 6-4. 250.”

I tower over Mano, the 5’7”/160-lbs muscleboy valet. I also chose short hiking boots that add another couple of inches. I want him to see it as a power play. He’s a cute 21-year-old of Hawaiian origin. I’m just weeks shy of my 30th birthday, but the age difference doesn’t matter. The young bodybuilder acts a lot older than his years, confidently dominating our exchanges in the last 36 hours, both texts and calls. The size difference is just another challenge for him.

With a smile, I strike a double bicep pose, flexing my arms. I ask, “Am I too much man for you? If you’re worried, I can assure you that I know how to support my weight, so I won’t crush you when I’m on top of you.”

Mano sneers at my power play, “Are you joking?”

I smirk, “No, just checking. I am like a foot taller and 100-lbs heavier than you. We only met for a few minutes last night. You were really hustling, and I don’t know how many other guys’ tags you wrote your name and number on. Wanted to make sure you’re not having regrets in the light of day.”

The cute fireplug growls, “Get your ass in here.”

I step into his one-room apartment. It’s sparsely decorated, but stylish, clean, and efficient. A lot of dark gray, metal, and wood. The king-sized bed fills a lot of the place, emphasizing his priorities. This moved fast. I was intrigued to call him, seeing a specific opportunity. Cage owned me again Wednesday night. I need to see what’s going on. Is it me or is it Cage? I’m hoping I can use this muscleboy to figure things out.

What Mano overheard marked me as a big alpha top. In our ongoing communications this morning, I could tell that that’s what got him interested. The muscleboy was casual about it, but he pumped me for information. I matched him alpha for alpha. I carefully let him know I’m 99% a top. I also made it clear that I expected him to bottom without directly saying it. He subtly ordered me here and I gave in, acting like I missed the power move.

I’m deliberately giving him attitude now, being a bit condescending. Not to offend or insult, but because I know how he’ll respond. The muscleboy is a 100% alpha top. More than that, I can tell that he likes to flip other tops. Conquering me is his only goal. He didn’t say it, but I could tell. He started working me during our texts and on our two calls, taking control and leading me here with a classic bait-and-switch.

The bait is his ass, and the switch is that he’s taking mine.

Our games have led me here, standing in his place at a time he determined. He works nights, so I took the afternoon off, claiming fatigue. I never take time off, so no one even questioned me. It’s fucking exciting. Playing hooky for an afternoon fuck with a guy I don’t know. Luckily, Mano is a quick worker, and we went through a lot in a short amount of time.

I’m wearing a tight white tee, jock, and khaki button-fly cargo shorts that accentuate my ass. It’s not the biggest, but it’s firm and shapely. It’s a top’s ass. For Mano, it’s the holy grail today. I just need to play it cool. Make him work for it a little. He looks hot. Shirtless. Powerful body in crisp white sneakers, faded ripped blue jeans, and thick black leather belt. 

The muscleboy has me hot.

I stand tall with my chest high. I did some light push-ups and squats for the pump just before knocking on his door. He offers a drink, but I say I’d rather taste him. Corny, I know, but I’m ready to go. I let him convince me. I take a sip. Ooh, whiskey. That’s one way to change the dynamics. No, I won’t be getting drunk today, but I’ll let him take the edge off me.

I look out his window, subtly presenting my ass. The hungry young alpha slides up beside me. His hand starts on my back. It feels nice. I noticed his hands are big compared to the rest of him. Promising. We make small talk. His alpha game is tight as he gets me hot with words and action. His fingers tickle the back of my neck and I shudder. He has me twitching and moaning. Ooh, controlling me immediately with talented fingers. Another promising sign.

Mano finally goes for it, sliding his big hand down to cup my ass. I let him fondle it. He takes a squeeze before I slide away and turn to face him. I put my drink down, looking at him defiantly, like how dare he touch my ass without permission. He embraces the challenge.

The muscleboy asks, “You wearing a jock?”

A test. He mentioned how much he liked guys in jocks. I bit and he eventually ordered me to wear one. I act like he didn’t order me, but he did. I casually reply, “Yeah, I put on a classic white one.” I add, “Since you like them, figured I’d surprise you.”

Mano laughs, “Surprise me? Yeah, okay.”

I grab Mano’s chin, lifting it as I lean down. I kiss him, quickly getting intense. I have control. He puts his huge hand behind my head. The muscleboy massages my neck. I feel his other hand on my pec. His thumb rubs my nipple. I moan into his mouth. In that moment, the young top rips control away from me. His tongue invades my mouth and I let him own the kiss.

The muscleboy is strong. He pulls and I spin. He pushes me onto the bed. PLOP! Mano climbs onto my lap. I sit and make out with him, rubbing his side. He’s taller than me now, using the new angle to change the dynamic. The young alpha grabs the bottom of my white tee shirt. We only break the kiss so he can pull it up and off. “Damn, boy, you’re smoking hot.” The muscleboy wraps my tee around my neck, using it as a collar to pull me into a deep kiss.

I melt for him. He’s great at kissing. But it’s too soon to give up. I reach behind his head, massaging it. My tongue pushes against his. Mano senses I’m challenging him. He tightens the tee. I grunt. He gets more aggressive with his kiss as he swats my hand from his head. I gasp when he pinches my nipple. He slides his mouth off, “Just relax, boy. Mano’s got you.”

The muscleboy attacks my ear as he toys with my chest. I whimper. I push on him enough to get his attention but not enough to get free. Mano pulls off and looks me in the eye. He pushes my shoulders, putting me on my back. BOOF! The young alpha grabs my arms and pins them to my side with his legs. I look surprised. He smirks before he leans down to resume his ownership of my mouth. I relax in a sign of submission.

Satisfied that he’s back in control, the alpha sits back. He rubs my bare chest. “Yeah, boy. You said you wrestle?” I nod. “Looks like I got you pinned.”

I crunch up, lifting my head and shoulders. I flex my pecs and tighten my abs. I push my arms against his powerful bodybuilder legs. He tenses to counter. I squirm and grunt under him. I don’t really try to escape, but I push him to the edge. Mano pushes on my shoulders, leaning into it to push me back down. BOOF! I settle down, looking him in eye as I swallow hard.

I admit, “You’re stronger than I expected.” I add softly, “I thought you were a cute muscleboy. But you’re all hot man. Fuck. All. Man.”

Mano smirks, “Boy, you have no idea. You haven’t even seen the best of me, yet.”

I whisper, “Show me.” He raises an eyebrow. I know what he wants. I say, “Please?”

“When you’re ready.”

The muscleboy moves to my neck. My tee-scarf-collar slides off, replaced by his mouth. I groan. He smoothly moves off to the side, his compact, muscular body pressed against me. Mano’s big, strong hand feels up my body. There’s power behind his caresses. Sending a message. I reach up and caress his bicep. He lifts and flexes it for me. “Yeah, boy, squeeze it.” I dig in, feeling the rock-hard mound. Damn.

Mano leans up, holding his bicep over my face, “Kiss it.”

I look him in the eye. He waits. I hold his elbow as I lift my head. I worship his impressive mound with my lips, opening them wide. I run my tongue along the deep cuts. He softly laughs as I make out with the flexed arm. The young top pulls it back. I lift higher, following his arm, but he leans into me, keeping me down. “That’s enough. You’re not here to suck my arm.”

Mano slides off the bed, pulling my tee with him. He pulls it on. It's long, but his muscles fill it out nicely. "I'll keep it on for a while. A little memento to smell at home." Fuck, is he saying he's scent training me? Yeah, he is. Mano opens my cloth belt and then pulls my shorts down. He keeps going, working them over my hiking boots in one smooth move. He stands at the end of the bed between my bare legs, holding them as a trophy.

“Nice jock. You did good, boy.” I prop up on my elbows as he surveys my body. “Fuck, you’re even better than I expected. Yeah, I get why guys give it up to you.”

The praise feels good. I arrogantly reply, “They always do.”

Mano’s eyes flare as he stares me down, “Yeah? Always?”

I swallow hard, “Well, present company excluded.”

“That’s right. You’re getting it now.”

The young alpha has a hungry look in his eyes as I lie here in my white jock. It’s full and tenting, my cock throbbing in anticipation. It’s not lost on me that I’m mostly stripped while he’s still fully dressed, including wearing my shirt. Mano climbs back onto the bed. He slithers up my body, exploring it with his mouth. He passes by my pouch, working up to my chest. I writhe when he sucks on my nipple.

Mano’s knee presses under my balls. I spasm, but he uses his powerful arms to keep me down. He starts to grind his knee, working my junk. Oh fuck. I close my eyes and caress his shoulders as he gives me goosebumps. The alpha top lies beside me. His big hand cups the pouch of my jock. He toys with it while going back at my neck. I writhe and moan as he plays with my trapped manhood.

Mano rubs his thumb on the tip of my cock. Pre-cum soaks through the pouch. He wipes it onto his thumb and then feeds it to me. I suck on his thumb, tasting my cum. “You’re not here to suck my thumb, either.” The young alpha laughs as he slides off the bed. He puts his thumbs in his waistband. “You wanna see it?” I nod. “Yeah, you do.” He strips off my tee, rubbing it under his pits and over his crotch before tossing it aside.

His upper body is terrific, but it's the whole deal. Seeing my lust, Mano flexes for me. I groan. I reach for my bulge. Slowly. He shakes his head, “No.” I obediently pull my hand away. The flexing routine is professional level. I never take my eyes off him. The young alpha enjoys being watched. Admired. Worshipped. Especially by a big guy like me. His jeans are tighter.

The black belt slides through his belt loops. Mano tosses it onto the bed beside me. He looks at me, “Come on, boy, I’ll let you finish the job.” I sit up and scoot to the edge of the bed. As I start to rise, he pushes on my shoulder, “My shoes are on the floor.” I slide down to my knees. “Good boy. Be careful. Don’t scuff them. Don’t kiss them, either, even though you want to. I learned the hard way that saliva marks 'em.”

I bend down, kneeling before the young alpha. I get a good look at the pristine kicks. They look right out of the box. Did he take them out just for me? Did he anticipate me being down here? Of course he did. I carefully undo the laces. As I lift his thick tree trunk of a leg, I feel how solid it is. I bet his scissors hold could knock a guy out. I slide the shoe off and set it aside.

I put the second shoe beside its mate and sit back on my heels. Mano rubs my head. He slides his hand under my chin and lifts it up. We lock eyes. “Yeah, you look so good down there. Gimme your hand.” I lift it up. He puts it on his cock in his jeans. I let him guide it along the shaft all the way to the tip. When he lets go of my hand, I keep caressing his cock in his jeans. It’s big, but I don’t look, instead focusing on his eyes.

I whisper, “Wow. It feels huge.”

“See for yourself.”

I gulp and then turn my attention to the front of his button-fly jeans. I methodically unfasten the top button. And then the second. When I do the third, I’m at the wide base of his cock. His pelvis is smooth. I open the final two buttons. More of his thick Python becomes visible, but I’ll obviously need to pull down the jeans to see the young alpha’s dick. I bring them to his knees.

I gasp, “Holy shit.”

Mano’s cock does not disappoint. It’s only semi-hard and it’s already bigger than mine in both length and girth. I look him in the eye. “Can I grab it?” He nods. I reach up and it feels heavy in my hand. I jerk it and it grows. The sight of me kneeling before him and my hand action has him hard in seconds. There are larger ones in The Cave, but not too many. It’s a monster.

“Biggest you’ve seen, I bet, boy.” It’s not, but who cares? On a smaller guy like him, it looks even more impressive. I just nod, building him up. The young alpha’s confidence is sky-high. I’m sure this moment is where he flips a lot of tops. He taunts me, “Bigger than yours.”

I look up at him and reply honestly, “Much bigger.”

“Yeah, biggest dick wins, boy. You 99% tops always go bottom for my bad boy.” I nod, slack jawed. Mano grins, “Am I too much man for you?” I blush, realizing he’s mocking my opening line. He laughs, “Yeah, now you see that line was some bullshit. Oh yeah, if you’re worried, I guarantee you’ll be begging for more when I’m done with you. You want it?”

I reply, “Yeah.”

“Yeah? Yeah what?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Damn right. Now, stick your tongue out.” As soon as I do, Mano taps the purple tip on it. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Yeah, you’re ready. You recognize that you’re in the presence of a real alpha. Now, get to work, boy.”

I dive in. I see bigger cocks, but I don’t suck them. I start out slowly. Cautiously. Taking the head, working it. I lift it up and go onto his balls. I jerk him as I work, slowly but with a firm grip. His shaft can handle it, remaining fully hard. I suck on his shaved balls, bathing them with my tongue and mouth. The young muscleboy encourages me, telling me I’m a good boy.

I’ve stalled for a little time, but now it’s time to tackle the alpha top’s python. I engulf the thick head of his cock, easing into it. Mano has a different idea. As soon as I feel his hand on my head, I know what’s coming. He pulls my head toward him while thrusting his hips forward. His monster cock is buried deep in my throat. I gag on it but adjust and breathe through my nose.

Mano starts face fucking me. “Yeah, boy. What’d you say? Almost a foot taller and 100-lbs heavier? You’re still on your knees, aren’t you? Choking on my big cock.” I grip his powerful thighs for support. My face is red. I’m drooling as he pumps back and forth. “You’re loving it, aren’t you?” I give him a thumbs up and a loud moan. “That’s my good boy. Fuck yeah.”

Now that I’ve adjusted, I caress his legs. This is what I wanted. What I needed. The muscleboy is hammering my face. “Look up, boy. Look me in the eye.” Given our height difference, that’s not as easy as it would be in the reverse. I spread my knees and hiking boots wider, letting my butt sink lower. I slump my shoulders. Finally, I can raise my eyebrows and look up, seeing his smirking face.

The alpha top looks down at my watery eyes and red face with smug satisfaction. “You look perfect down there.” Fuck, he’s hot and cocky. My submission to the smaller muscleboy is complete. He knows he’s got me. My jock is uncomfortable, pulling away from my body as my cock grows harder. I want to touch myself, but I know that I can’t. Not without permission. I’ve submitted to him, so it’s his call.

Mano orders, “Flex for me. Like you did in the hall.” I raise my arms, bending them into a double bicep flex. My eyes never leave his face. He nods, “Yeah, that’s a good boy. You thought a little flex would put you over on me? Naw. Now, you flex when I order you to flex. You got it?” Impaled on his cock, I can only mumble a ‘yes’ with a small nod.

The young alpha orders me to lower my arms. He pulls out of my mouth, a trail of saliva running from my tongue to the head. His cock his fully engorged and shiny from my mouth. Mano swings his hips, slapping me across my face with his massive meat. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! I just kneel and take it, letting him streak my face as he plays with his new toy (me).

“Get up on the bed, boy.”

I roll back into a crouch and then slide onto the mattress, never reaching my full height. I lie with my boots on the floor, the edge of the bed hitting the backs of my knees. As I look at him, standing between my knees, I can’t help but take a quick glance at my pouch, stretched to the max and pulling away from my body. It’s wet with pre-cum. The jock is keeping my cock prisoner, uncomfortably holding it down.

Mano sees me. “Lemme help you out with that.”

The young alpha grabs the thick white waistband. He lifts it up as high as it will go. My hips go up, but I press down, keeping them on the bed. The muscleboy slowly stretches the waistband toward him. It goes past the tip of my throbbing cock. My fully erect dick springs free, whipping up and hitting my pelvis. WHAP! It bounces off, hovering over my hips. Oh, man. Relief at last.

I say, “Thank you. That’s better.”

Mano grins as he moves the waistband over my cock. He lets go. It snaps down onto the back of my shaft. THWAK! I grunt on impact. I look at it, the wide elastic holding my cock down, just a third of my cock sticking out the top of my jock. My cock remains hard and leaking, a trail of pre-cum running down below my navel and pooling on my abs. I don’t complain.

“Told you, I like my boys in jocks.”

The alpha top grabs under my knees. I lift my legs as he pulls them up. Mano feels me helping and laughs, “Eager, boy.” I grab my hamstrings, supporting the weight of my legs. The soles of my boots point at the ceiling. I crunch up to keep my eyes on him. He crawls onto the bed, leaning up between my legs. I feel his finger press against my hole as he leans in to kiss me.

Even with me crunched up, the short stud can just reach my lips. I moan as he simultaneously slides his tongue into my mouth and his thick, powerful index finger into my hole. He finger-fucks my hole, toying with it as he toys with my mouth. I whimper for him, and he slides back. “Damn, you are one horny bitch, aren’t you?” I nod and bite the bottom of my lip. He laughs.

“Did you prep like a bottom for me, boy?”

I hesitate, like this is a revelation to me. I admit, “Yes, I actually did.”

“Yeah, I know you did. You arrived talking all alpha, but deep down, you knew how this was gonna go.”

The muscleboy kneels down onto one knee on the floor. His finger comes out and his face goes in. Mano proceeds to eat me out. My eyes roll back in my head. It’s a rare experience for me, but the young alpha has a talented tongue. I moan and beg for more. He gives it to me, adding his thick fingers back in. One at first, but quickly adding in a second one.

My trapped cock is pulsing as he works my hole. He finds my spot, teasing me with it. I cry out as he raises my heat close to the boiling point. Mano knows it, “Yeah, I own this hole. I own your cock, boy. I could take your load any time I want. Hands-free, just from my fingers. But I won’t.” He slides out and rises up. I look at him, mouth open, eyes wide.

I beg, “Please, fuck me.”

“That’s the plan, but I like that you begged. Good boy.” The alpha top grabs some stuff. Condom, lube, and poppers. He tosses me the poppers, “Your call.” I nod as he lubes up my hole. His fingers open me open, slowly and sensually. I swallow hard as he sheathes his monster cock. It’s time. I debate on the poppers, knowing this is going to hurt, but I decide that I want that. I want the full feeling of his cock inside me.

Mano grabs the back of my calves, his powerful hands pressing into the soft, relaxed muscles. My hiking boots are up in the air, my jock still traps my dick. But all I can focus on is the feeling of the tip of his cock pressing against my hole. I can’t take my eyes off him. His arms flexed. His gorgeous smooth chest. His cute, boyish face. This is it. The cocky alpha grins at me.

The muscleboy pushes inside me. I moan loudly, instantly regretting my decision on the poppers. I steel my will, reminding myself why I’m here. I wanted this. I wanted to be owned by this young musclestud. The fact that he has a superior cock is the point. I whimper as I adjust to his girth, his cock splitting me in two. Thankfully, Mano takes his time as he goes deeper.

“Yeah, you’re a fucking stud, boy. Look at you. Not many guys can take it. You sure you’re not a power bottom?” I shake my head. “How many guys you got fucking you?”

I grunt out, “Just one.”

“He must be a good one. He’s broken you in for a real man.”

My eyes narrow. If this kid only knew. Cage is more of a real man than he could ever dream of. The cocky muscleboy doesn’t see my reaction or maybe just doesn’t care. There’s no reason he should. Mano’s the real man right here, right now. He’s got the biggest cock in this room and he’s taking what he wants. When he finally bottoms out, I let out a long breath.

The young alpha starts pumping. “Yeah, you’re perfect. Big man on his back in a jock. I love these boots, pointing up. You wore them to get over on me, didn’t you?” I nod, unable to answer verbally. “Yeah, you did. I knew your game. That’s why I left them on you. Legs spread, fancy boots in the air. Looking up at me. Not so tall now, are you?” I shake my head.

Mano goes faster and harder, hammering my ass. He leans into it, putting his shoulders against my legs. The pistoning has the waistband rubbing my cock. Pumping it. Oh fuck. I’m close. He’s pounding my load right out of me. I groan, “I’m gonna cum!” It’s the most warning I can manage under the circumstances. I go back to unintelligible grunts and gasps.

My admission has him really slamming into me. Mano is smiling smugly at my surrender. He actually encourages me. “Give it up, boy. Give up your load to me. Surrender it!” I whimper and my whole body convulses. “Yeah, I love fucking a guy while he shoots. I feel your whole body tight on my bad boy. Fuck, that’s sweet!” I explode, unleashing my seed onto my stomach.

Hot white cum pools on my abs as I keep erupting. The muscleboy doesn’t miss a thrust. He keeps going, driving more and more of my seed out of me. I start to come down from my orgasmic high. My body relaxes. My cock stays hard, as the alpha top is relentlessly owning my ass.

Mano growls, “You wrestlers call that a submission, don’t you?” I nod. “You submitted to me, didn’t you?” I nod. “Say it, boy.”

I grunt, “I submitted to you, Sir.”

“Yeah, you did. And I got you pinned, right?”

“Uh huh.”

“Count it.”

“Oh fuck.” I give him what he wants, counting my own shoulders down.

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THREE!”

“Fuck yeah!” The young alpha pulls out, tears off the condom, and jerks him twice. On the third time, He explodes, sending his cum all the way over my torso, splashing down on my face. SPLAT! The next two ropes hit my face, too. SPLAT! SPLAT! Mano fires his muscleboy load all over me, marking my neck, pecs, and abs with his cum. I’m impressed by the amount.

“Man, look at you. I saved up for you, boy. Didn’t cum for a whole day.”

The young alpha is done, so he steps back. I lower my legs, resting. I stare at his ceiling, just breathing. That was a workout. Mano tosses me a towel. I soak up the seed, starting with my face and then off my body. He puts a bottle of water next to me. I thank him and guzzle it down. My cock has retreated into my jock. I fall back, covering my pouch with the wet towel.

As I chill, the alpha top says, “Ready for round two?” I look up, confused. He’s smirking. Mano opens another condom with his teeth while he jerks himself. “Didn’t I tell you? Multiple orgasms are my whole deal. I can go back-to-back. It’s real easy when I got an eager slut like you waiting.” I don’t know what to say. He says, “Roll over. Ass up.” I nod and get into position.

Mano says, “I gotta be outta here by 6.” My eyes go wide. That’s three more hours. Is he going to fuck me for three more hours? “I need an hour for cleanup, but we can take our time. You good getting fucked couple more times? Maybe once more in the shower” Before I can respond, he smacks my ass, “Yeah you are. Wrestlers got stamina. I love fucking wrestlers.”

With my ass primed, the muscleboy plunges in deep on the first thrust. Dangling under me, my cock stiffens. I bury my face in my forearms as I’ll open wide again. Fuck. Lucky for me my Friday nights are game night with my buddy Pete. I’ll be the one fucking him and I can give my hole a rest. After Cage Wednesday night and Mano today, I’m going to need it.

Mano ravages my hole. I hold my position, letting him have his way with me. I lose track of time. He pulls out and pushes me onto my side. He climbs on the bed and resumes fucking me sideways. The alpha holds me down, pushing down on my top leg and lat. I groan as he drills me, his monster cock remaining as hard as ever. Does the muscleboy ever go soft?

The alpha top pulls out again. He says, “Gonna pin you again.” Manhandling my 250-lbs, he forces me onto my back, grabs under my legs, and rolls me up in a pin with my ass up and knees near my shoulders. Mano is standing. He lowers himself down, driving deep inside me. The cute muscleboy jackhammers my hole, his sweat dripping down on me. “Count, boy!”

I moan, “ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THREE!”

Mano moans, “Oh fuck, yeah!” He unleashes his load inside me this time, filling the condom as he empties his balls. I feel the warmth as I admire his body. He doesn’t last as long, but when he pulls out and removes the condom, I see how impressive his second load is. Wow. He jumps off the bed and rehydrates. I roll over and grab my water bottle, finishing it off.

The muscleboy climbs onto the bed and takes position dead center, sitting against the headboard. He opens his legs as he puts his hands behind his head. I admire his definition in the last spread. The alpha top looks like a king, confidently chilling. He says, “C’mon over, boy. Give your ass a break and suck me instead.” I crawl to him, getting between his legs.

I engulf his semi-hard cock. It’s still more than a mouthful. He rubs my head, “Take your time. Go slow and worship my meat. Show me how much you love a real man’s dick.” I get to work. I lovingly fondle his manhood. I lick and suck his cock and balls. I look up and see him grinning, eyes closed, just chilling as I pleasure him. He moans, “Good boy. Damn, this is life.”

The oral session goes on, both of us relaxed. My mouth is filled with the taste of his last load, the cum coating replaced by my spit. Mano is fully hard again, so he pushes me off. The muscleboy orders me to lie on my back with my head hanging off the bed. I get into position, and he takes over, ramming his monster cock into my gaping mouth. URK!

I choke on the solid hunk of meat as he goes deeper. Mano quickly hits the back of my mouth and heads down my throat. He leans forward, planting his hands on my abs. Thankfully, the alpha top goes slowly. He orders, “Lift your left knee, boy.” I lift both. The muscleboy grabs my leg, using it as a brace. His free hand caresses my stomach as he keeps moving his hips.

Mano says, “I know what you wrestlers like.” The muscleboy punches me in the gut. THUD! I convulse, crunching up. His cock holds my head down. I cough, not expecting it. “Tighten up those abs, boy. I’m gonna pound your gut while I pound your mouth.” Sure enough, he picks up speed with the face fucking and adds force to the gut punching. THUD! THUD! THUD!

I grunt as I try to handle the double attack. I settle in, relaxing my jaw as I flex my abs. THUD! THUD! THUD! “Yeah, look at that jock. I knew you’d get off on this!” He’s right. I’m uncomfortably hard in my pouch, stretching the fabric prison as far as it can go. THUD! THUD! THUD! The gut punching and the throat fucking pick up speed. I struggle to handle both.

“Oh yeah, boy, you got me close!”

Mano backs off, jerking his cock. The young alpha orders me to my knees on the floor. He keeps himself primed as I roll over and get down quickly. I wince as I move, noticing that my stomach is red. I get into position, mouth open, looking him in the eye. The muscleboy slams his cock inside my mouth. I suck, noticing his thick pecs heave as I keep eye contact.

The muscleboy quickly unleashes his third load of the afternoon. I drink it down, swallowing every drop. Impressively it’s still a mouthful to keep up with. He finishes with just his tip in my mouth. Mano orders me not to swallow. He wants me to keep the last shots on my tongue. When he’s done, he pulls out and pushes my head back. I open my mouth and stick out my cum-coated tongue.

The alpha top likes what he sees, “Yeah, you’re a good boy. Fuck, that’s hot. On three, you can swallow it. One. It’s like another pin. Two. Big wrestler surrendering again. Three.” I close up and dramatically gulp his cum down my throat. “Yeah, that’s a sweet sight.”

Mano condescendingly pats my cheek. TAP! TAP! TAP! He walks away and I admire his firm, round ass. He must sense it, because he turns with a big smirk. “Keep dreaming, boy.” I blush. I rise up and walk over to him. The alpha top hands me more water and we stand in silence. He reaches for my pouch. He massages it, laughing, “Looks like you had fun on the bottom.”

I moan, “Yeah, but that one load didn’t take the edge off.”

“C’mon. Take the jock off and I’ll fuck another load out of you in the shower.”

“Thanks.”

The muscleboy smirks, “Good boy. Thanking me for letting you cum.”

I strip the jock off in one smooth move. Relief at last. I stand tall and stretch. The alpha top grabs my hard-on. That feels good. He uses it as a leash to lead me forward to the bathroom. Surprisingly, Mano’s got a good-size walk-in shower, which he tells me is one of the reasons that he rented this apartment. He gets the water going and then pushes me in ‘to test it.’

Mano steps in. We soap each other up. The muscleboy turns me against the wall. He covers his cock and is inside me fast. I get fucked again. The young alpha lets me pump my dick. I’m ready to cum fast. I shoot all over the tile wall. My hole contracts around his monster rod and it draws a fourth load out of him. When he’s done, we get back to cleaning up.

THAT’S IT.

As I head out, Mano surprises me. He says, “I’ll text you.”

“Oh? Why?”

“What do you mean ‘why’? Did I literally fuck your brains out?”

I explain, “I’m sorry. Well, I thought you went after me because I’m normally a top. I’m obviously not that for you anymore, so I thought you were done with me.”

The young alpha moves in close. He rubs my torso, “Fuck no. Yeah, that was sweet, but you’re still an alpha top for everyone else, right?”

“Mostly, yeah. You’re only the second guy who’s taken top like this.”

“The other guy was the one the other night? The one your buddy was asking about?”

“Yeah. That’s him.”

Mano slaps my butt, “Yeah, that’s good enough. I don’t mind sharing. Dude, you’re a big fucking beast. You look great on your knees and on your back. You took my cock like a stud. Hard to find a hunk like you. No way am I done with you, boy.”

I reach into my pocket and pull out a card. “Since you’re not kicking me out or planning to ghost me, this is a thing I co-own. It’s called The Cave. Gay-oriented, superhero-themed wrestling videos. That login will let you check things out. I’m Bane and Spoiler. But lots of hot guys of all ages, shapes, and sizes. We have a great roster.”

“Thanks?” Mano seems slightly offended, “This a tip for fucking you?”

“No, no. It’s an offer. If you’re interested, we pay pretty well for fun work. Wrestling and sex. I think you’d be a big hit with our fans.”

The muscleboy relaxes, “You want me to wrestle for you?”

“You’re gorgeous. Strong. And that cock? That cock. Wow. Yeah, I’d love you to wrestle for us. But no pressure or quid pro quo. After meeting you, it seems like something you’d like and be good at. Anyway, I’ll never mention it again. If you’re interested, you can let me know. Otherwise, we’ll just keep it like this.” I add with a smirk, “Unless I flip you next time.”

The young alpha laughs out loud. He shakes his head, “Keep that attitude, boy. It’s hot. But, okay, I’ll check it out.”

Mano shows me out. As I walk down the stairs, I think about the hookup. It was exactly what I hoped it’d be. Exactly what I wanted to experience. Tamed by a superior alpha top. After Cage the other night and Mano just now, my ass hurts, but I had a blast. Based on what I know, I’d never date the muscleboy or even hangout with him, but the stud knows how to fuck.

The only thing is that it felt performative. Fake. Like roleplay. For me, at least. No different than when I let Corey top me. Well, a little different with Mano’s cock and his attitude. Anyway, I went there with a plan, knowing I’d give in, and I played a part. I think I played it so well that the young muscleman doesn’t realize it. And he probably wouldn’t even care that I used him. He got what he wanted, too. But it’s not as satisfying as the real thing.

Cage is the real thing. Mano. Cage. Yeah, there’s no comparison. Cage is the reason I did this. Because I like how he makes me feel. I wanted that same feeling I get with Big Daddy Cage, but I never roleplay with the big Black muscleman. Yeah, that sounds weird, since we wrestle in costume. What I mean is that it’s real. Not an act. I’m not letting him take control. He just does.

Why does Cage do it for me more than Mano? I’ve got so many guys in my life, but Cage is unique. Mano is talented. I’m not saying I’m done with him, but he’s no Big Daddy Cage. The main thing that today has shown me is that I want to get to know Cage better. All I really know about him is a character name, a phone number, and every inch of his incredible body.

I’m meeting Cage for coffee tomorrow morning for coffee. Let’s see where it goes.

THE END.