SATURDAY. RYAN’S BIG DAY!
CODY’S ROOF DECK. LOS ANGELES CA.
NARRATOR: CODY
The early birds cry out to me, “CODY!”
Three guys, Antoine, Brett, and Eric, are dressed in sexy pro wrestling gear on my roof. They move to me while checking out the space. Eric asks, “We’re not too early, are we, Cody? We made great time and wanted to enjoy the sun a bit. We’ve heard so much about this amazing roof deck, but it’s even better than I expected. God, it’s incredible. Look at the view.”
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| Antoine (Jaguar) |
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| Brett (Camo) |
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| Eric (Mr. X) |
Brett reads me, “We are way too early, guys.” To me, the oldest of the three says, “I told them, but they insisted Jae said we could show up whenever we got into town. We can find something else to do.”
I lie, “No, no, you’re not too early. Make yourself at home. Ry’s not here, yet, but just chill and bask. Bar and catering aren’t set up, but you can help yourself to drinks from the fridge over there or anything you find in the kitchen. Sounds like you drove down today? Are you crashing here? We have lots of room, sleeping bags, and air mattresses. I can tell you from personal experience, camping up here is awesome.”
Brett, the former soldier smiles, "Sounds incredible. Offer accepted." He turns to his friends, "Looks like you can drink after all, Eric."
We make small talk before I excuse myself, giving the guys a hug. No point in being a bitch, especially since all three work for The Cave as wrestlers (Camo, Mr. X, and Jaguar, respectively). Eric and Antoine live five hours north and picked up Brett who’s three hours north. I appreciate them making the trip for Ry. As soon as I turn, I force another smile. Carlos and Paolo, more Cave wrestlers (Diablo and Mako), are emerging through the doorway to our roof deck. Wonderful. The more the merrier.
I guess this is what I get for holding a huge party at my home instead of a club. Actually, I'm just a little stressed. I super-happy guys are showing up for my best friend's party. It's a good sign for turnout.
I own a live-work space where I live with my boyfriend Jae. The main floor is a private gym where I’m building my personal training business. The second floor is a large, three-bedroom, three-and-a-half bath apartment. And, as you heard, the roof is the crowning piece, literally. Best part of the location is that we’re in a commercial area with bars and cafes around, so no noise issues. The DJ will shut down at 2am, but who knows when the action will end.
We make small talk before I excuse myself, giving the guys a hug. No point in being a bitch, especially since all three work for The Cave as wrestlers (Camo, Mr. X, and Jaguar, respectively). Eric and Antoine live five hours north and picked up Brett who’s three hours north. I appreciate them making the trip for Ry. As soon as I turn, I force another smile. Carlos and Paolo, more Cave wrestlers (Diablo and Mako), are emerging through the doorway to our roof deck. Wonderful. The more the merrier.
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| Carlos (Diablo) |
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| Paolo (Mako) |
I own a live-work space where I live with my boyfriend Jae. The main floor is a private gym where I’m building my personal training business. The second floor is a large, three-bedroom, three-and-a-half bath apartment. And, as you heard, the roof is the crowning piece, literally. Best part of the location is that we’re in a commercial area with bars and cafes around, so no noise issues. The DJ will shut down at 2am, but who knows when the action will end.
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About 90-minutes later, we’re getting closer to launch and my favorite guests of the night arrive.
I excitedly say, “MOM! MRS. BATES! You’re here!”
In unison, the beautiful ladies say, “CODY!”
I hug my mom first. She’s my mom, after all. But I give Mrs. Bates, Ryan’s mom, a bigger hug, since I don’t see her very often. Our moms are the same age, both just shy of 60 and they’re awesome. They’ve been best friends for nearly 20 years, just like Ry and me. They flew in from Philly for Ry’s 30th birthday and a mini-girl’s trip to LA. I couldn’t be more excited to see them.
They hung out with Ry last night and earlier today while I’ve been swamped with last-minute party setup. I’ll spend tomorrow with them. Ry will be in no shape for entertaining his mother, so my boyfriend Jae and me have a whole day of activities planned to entertain them while Ry sleeps off whatever happens tonight. We can all hangout here Monday before they head down to San Diego to see my oldest brother Aiden who just moved there.
“Thank you for including us, Cody.” Mrs. Bates looks around, “Although I feel a little overdressed.” I smile. Both women look great for any age, but I might be biased. Like her son, Mrs. Bates is tall. In her heels, she’s approaching 6’3”, even taller than me in my wrestling boots. She looks around and shakes her head, “I understand why I lost my son to California.”
I explain, “We’re doing a wrestling theme so a lot of guys will be in trunks, singlets, and other gear, but it’s 100% optional. There will be people is casual street clothes, too.”
“Oh, you boys and your wrestling.” She pats my bicep, “Ryan was telling me how successful the business is.” She’s talking about our business as the backbone for a bunch of indie wrestling federations, not our gay-oriented, wrestling-themed video company. Our turnkey solutions are giving little guys a professional presence equal to the big guys.
“Yes, your brilliant son has set us up for success. Speaking of which, where is Ry?”
“Downstairs. He said he needed to change. Now, I see what he meant.”
A couple of nearly naked men laugh loudly, and we look over. They’re deep in conversation, clearly flirting and lost in their lust. Too bad, boys, you’ll have to wait. I’ve got wrestling mats on each floor, including in all three bedrooms. There’s a full-size ring in the back parking lot. All of it will be all be busy tonight, but we’ve got them closed for now. Sure, a bunch of guys decided to crash early, but I’m not allowing sex or wrestling until the Moms are gone.
Reading my mind, my mom whispers to me, “Don’t worry, we won’t stay too long. We know that this is boys’ night. And if we didn’t, the tickets you got us were a not-so subtle hint.” I grin. Great seats for a hit show felt like a nice way to keep them busy tonight. This party will not be ‘mom-friendly’ once the sun goes down. She says, “The roof is lovely. Even better in person.”
Mrs. Bates nods, “Yes, it is.” She looks around, “My, these boys are beautiful. And they’re Ryan’s friends?” I nod. She looks amazed, “He’s certainly popular. Every time I talk to him, he’s always going out on dates with different men. A far cry from when he was a boy wanting to stay in the basement on those video games.”
I agree, “Ry has a great life out here.”
She tears up a bit, “Oh, Cody. It’s all I ever wanted for him. To be happy. On the flight, I was telling your mother how lucky Ryan is to have you watching out for him. Pushing him.”
I ignore that, telling her, “This isn’t even most of who’s coming. The whole building will be packed with his friends. Everyone loves Ry. He’s the good guy.” I lean in, “I’m the bad guy.”
She laughs. “I know that’s not true, Cody. And I’m not letting you sluff this off.” She grabs my hands, “I mean it. Thank you. For everything you’ve done for my son. He is the man he is because of you. It gives me peace to know that he has a friend … no, a brother, like you in his life.” I just shrug with a tight-lipped grin. She looks around again. “I am definitely overdressed.”
“Trust me, you’re not. You look perfect. As always. Don’t ditch the show and go home with anyone without checking with me first.” Even now, I can make her blush with compliments.
Mrs. Bates says, “If I look good, that’s thanks to you, too. Your mother and I have been using the workouts and nutrition tips you shared. My doctor says I’ve never been this healthy.” She does a spin, showing off. “It’s amazing. And so easy. You really need to market it, Cody. I’ve never experienced anything like it, and I’ve tried everything.”
Now it’s my turn to blush. I check her out, “If you really want to show off, I could find you a singlet. My boyfriend has sparkly ones that would look great on you, Mrs. Bates. For our wrestling, I got him a blue satin robe with a red feathered collar, cuffs and fringe. It even says ‘Superstar’ in gold on the back. Like it was made for you.”
More blushing, “Oh, Cody, stop.”
I hear a very familiar growl, “Yes, Cody, please stop.”
I turn with a big smirk, “RY! Happy birthday!”
She says, “Thank you for offer, Cody, but Ryan is right. Oh, Jae! Your boyfriend! Where is he? I want to meet the man who finally won your heart. Ryan and your mother rave about him.”
My mom nods, “He’s wonderful. Even Duncan likes him.” My other older brother is tough to win over, so I’m glad to hear he likes Jae. Of course, Dunk never said that to me, but that's our dynamic. My mom adds, “I’m really hoping we’ll be calling Jae something more than ‘boyfriend’ one day soon.”
I roll my eyes, “Now who’s not-so subtle, mom?” She smirks at me. We are so alike. “Jae and me are in a great place. Things happen when they happen.”
Mrs. Bates asks, “Can you introduce me?”
I look around then spot Jae. He’s checking in with bartender. I wave him over, "JAE!" He smiles broadly as he approaches. My boyfriend is a gorgeous 22-year-old, 5’10”/190-lbs muscleboy with large pecs and a perfect butt. His beautiful body is on display in red sequined pro-style wrestling trunks that he only wears on special occasions and shiny white pro-style boots.
Jae spreads his arms and hugs my best friend, “Happy birthday, Ryan!” Next, my mom, “Maggie!” Their hug is mutually big. When he breaks, Jae turns to Mrs. Bates, “You must be Ryan’s mom! Hi, I’m Jae. Welcome to our home.” He hugs her, “Wow, you are stunning. I see where Ryan gets his good looks.” Mrs. Bates blushes again. My boyfriend leans against me, and we side hug.
“Thank you. This roof garden is incredible. Did you boys do this yourselves?”
Ry laughs out loud at the thought of us doing the labor. I stick out my tongue at him and then explain, “We hired friends of ours. They’ll all be here tonight. Luis and Gustavo have a landscaping company. And all the hard work was done by -” Just then, more guys arrive early, including “- BUCK! Hey!” The group of musclemen walk over.
“Buck. Brody. Ram. I’d like you all to meet Ry’s mom, Mrs. Bates.”
I shrug, “You’ll always be Mrs. Bates to me. And this is my mom.”
“Hello, I’m Maggie.”
They all shake hands as I explain, “They were just admiring the roof. Buck led the job. He and Beau - you remember the guy who was staying with us last month?” My mom nods. “That was Beau. They did a lot of the heavy lifting, along with their crew.” I look around, “Where is Beau?”
The guys engage the moms, allowing Jae and me to slip away. We survey the crowd, just taking it in. The DJ is still setting up. People are mingling and chatting. The caterer and hunky waiters are downstairs prepping for food service. The bar is already up and running. It’s still early but a lot of guys are here. I wasn’t expecting such a punctual turnout, but my amazing boyfriend assures me everything is ready.
I tell him, “Thanks for handling stuff. I didn’t realize I’d have to play host while you’d get stuck doing all the setup.”
“Of course, babe. It wasn’t much. Just pointing the caterers, bartenders, DJs, and wrestling attendants in the right direction. They all know what to do.” Jae asks me, “How are you holding up? It’s Ryan’s 30th. I know that’s gotta be tough.”
“Why is it tough?”
“Cody, c’mon. It means yours is right around the corner. Just six weeks away.”
“You know, I’m actually pretty chill about it. When I/P was staying with us, he pointed out how great my life is. And he’s right. You. Our home. Our friends, The businesses. I have everything I could ever want right here, right now. I could not be happier.” I grab Jae behind the head, and we make out. When we break, I tell him, “I love you with all my heart, jagi.”
“I love you, too, Cody.”
“All right. There’s the birthday boy. That’s him. The tall one.”
I love the way my boss says ‘boy’ as he points across the roof at Ryan, the man of the hour. From my vantage point, this Ryan guy is no ‘boy’. Not only is he turning 30, but he’s also a 6’4”/250 lbs white muscleman who looks all-man as he towers over the throng of beautiful nearly naked men on this amazing roof deck. I need to upgrade my outdoor space. I wonder who built it?
Sorry, that’s not important right now.
My boss has told me to refer to him as Cage tonight, so I will. I know that the 6’1”/230 lbs Black muscleman is a sexually dominant dude (it’s why we’ve never fucked), so when he says ‘boy’ like he did about his wrestling buddy Ryan, that means he’s the alpha of their friendship. A good reminder that submissives come in all shapes and sizes. During my career, I’ve banged a lot of big hockey players, including enforcers. They were tough on the ice but bitches in bed.
We make a beeline for Ryan. Oh yeah. My name is Darcy McEwen. Yes, that Darcy McEwen. The professional hockey phenom. Played with the LA Crowns from age 18 to 26. Two years ago, an injury caused me to retire early before anything worse happened. I’d accomplished every goal (no pun intended) and made a lot of money from my first two contracts and sponsorship deals, so why kill myself? I have no interest in being hobbled later in life.
I got my BA in psychology remotely while I played and now, I’m going next level at UCLA. My boss is an amazing psychiatrist who’s taken me on during my post-grad work. I’m learning more with him, that’s for sure. My focus is sports psychology, which has always fascinated me. Plus, my background should get me a ton of patients. Cage is great at diagnosing issues, helping guys work through their performance barriers. I hope I can become that good, too.
As we walk, it hits me. Hm. Guess there aren’t a lot of hockey fans here. I’ve made it through a main floor gym, a second-floor apartment, and halfway across a roof. All full of sexy nearly naked men. And no one has given me a second glance. I don’t think that’s happened since I filled out at 16 and the puck bunnies, male and female, would line up for a chance with me. My face has been on billboards and in commercials around LA for years.
Even if they don’t know who I am, I think I’m hot enough for someone to hit on me. I’m a big muscleman - 28, 6’2”, 220 lbs. I’m a muscle stud and my body is even bigger and more ripped than when I played. There are fanfics about me. (Yes, I’ve read a few). I’ve even gone all-in on the party’s crazy wrestling theme, going commando in red trunks with black and red bicep bands, a thick black leather belt, and red and black high-top sneakers.
Nothing.
At this party, it’s like I’m just one of the crowd. I can’t decide if this is good or bad. I guess it keeps my ego in check, but it’s a little deflating, too. Don’t get me wrong. I’m going to fuck at least one of these prettyboys tonight. Bank on it. It’s the main reason why I came when Cage asked me if I wanted to tag along. However, I guess I’ll need to work harder for it than usual.
Ryan yells, “CAGE! You came!” Big smile. He breaks free from the group and the crowd parts for him. The big man gives my boss a giant hug, enveloping him in his arms. They both look great. Cage is shirtless in silver tights, black boots, and a black leather vest. Ryan is in simple black trunks and boots. Damn, I wish I could see them wrestle. Fuck that’d be hot.
During the hug, Ryan notices me. He gets that Cage is with someone. He involuntarily tenses. Hm. Jealousy? Interesting. Cage feels it. He introduces me, “Ryan, this is Darcy. Darcy, Ryan.” I notice he leaves our relationship unnamed. Is my boss playing with his new toy?
We shake hands. Ryan asks, “Do I know you? You look so familiar.”
Finally!
Cage answers for me, “Darcy played for the Crowns. I believe you said you’re a fan.”
Ryan frowns, “Of the Crowns? Yeah, but no, that’s not it.” He makes a face like he’s thinking before he dramatically relaxes and says, “I know. It’s from the billboard on the 405. What is it? Hair replacement? Drug addiction? An STD? It’s definitely something medically wrong with you.” He snaps his fingers, “It’s erectile dysfunction, isn’t it?”
I bitterly reply, “Physical therapy. I blew out my knee during my time as one of the best professional hockey players in the world. It was during my career where I won league MVP, the Stanley Cup, and two Olympic goal medals for Canada. They helped me get back in shape and paid me a shit ton of money that I don’t even need to be their spokesman.”
Cage smirks at his friend’s clearly passive aggressive attack on me and my actively aggressive response. He calms things, “Darcy works for me as an intern. He’s retired and moving to his next phase, sports psychology.” Ryan blushes, embarrassed about revealing his jealousy. My boss turns, “I’m going to chat with Ryan. Feel free to go forth and conquer.”
Sounds good to me. I suddenly smell the booze from the birthday boy. Realizing he’s a little drunk, I decide to be polite, wishing him a happy birthday. I start looking for someone who knows who the fuck I am or just wants a hot musclestud to fuck them. Maybe no one knows me because I’m not in the context where they know me. No one here is expecting to see someone famous. This is just a birthday party for some random no -
WHOA! Holy shit!
Is that the WWL superstar The Gravedigger over by the grill? Who else could it be? He's huge. And in trunks! I've only seen him in tights. Fuck, he's a sexy beast and just putting it all out there. Holy shit! Wait. He's standing with 'Ice Cold' Ian Park, the former champ. Park is in a tank top and track pants. I guess he really is retired from wrestling. That was the stipulation of the match they just wrestled at Wrestlerama three weeks ago.
I tell him, “Thanks for handling stuff. I didn’t realize I’d have to play host while you’d get stuck doing all the setup.”
“Of course, babe. It wasn’t much. Just pointing the caterers, bartenders, DJs, and wrestling attendants in the right direction. They all know what to do.” Jae asks me, “How are you holding up? It’s Ryan’s 30th. I know that’s gotta be tough.”
“Why is it tough?”
“Cody, c’mon. It means yours is right around the corner. Just six weeks away.”
“You know, I’m actually pretty chill about it. When I/P was staying with us, he pointed out how great my life is. And he’s right. You. Our home. Our friends, The businesses. I have everything I could ever want right here, right now. I could not be happier.” I grab Jae behind the head, and we make out. When we break, I tell him, “I love you with all my heart, jagi.”
“I love you, too, Cody.”
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DARCY and JAX.
NARRATOR: DARCY
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| Me. Darcy. |
I love the way my boss says ‘boy’ as he points across the roof at Ryan, the man of the hour. From my vantage point, this Ryan guy is no ‘boy’. Not only is he turning 30, but he’s also a 6’4”/250 lbs white muscleman who looks all-man as he towers over the throng of beautiful nearly naked men on this amazing roof deck. I need to upgrade my outdoor space. I wonder who built it?
Sorry, that’s not important right now.
My boss has told me to refer to him as Cage tonight, so I will. I know that the 6’1”/230 lbs Black muscleman is a sexually dominant dude (it’s why we’ve never fucked), so when he says ‘boy’ like he did about his wrestling buddy Ryan, that means he’s the alpha of their friendship. A good reminder that submissives come in all shapes and sizes. During my career, I’ve banged a lot of big hockey players, including enforcers. They were tough on the ice but bitches in bed.
I got my BA in psychology remotely while I played and now, I’m going next level at UCLA. My boss is an amazing psychiatrist who’s taken me on during my post-grad work. I’m learning more with him, that’s for sure. My focus is sports psychology, which has always fascinated me. Plus, my background should get me a ton of patients. Cage is great at diagnosing issues, helping guys work through their performance barriers. I hope I can become that good, too.
As we walk, it hits me. Hm. Guess there aren’t a lot of hockey fans here. I’ve made it through a main floor gym, a second-floor apartment, and halfway across a roof. All full of sexy nearly naked men. And no one has given me a second glance. I don’t think that’s happened since I filled out at 16 and the puck bunnies, male and female, would line up for a chance with me. My face has been on billboards and in commercials around LA for years.
Even if they don’t know who I am, I think I’m hot enough for someone to hit on me. I’m a big muscleman - 28, 6’2”, 220 lbs. I’m a muscle stud and my body is even bigger and more ripped than when I played. There are fanfics about me. (Yes, I’ve read a few). I’ve even gone all-in on the party’s crazy wrestling theme, going commando in red trunks with black and red bicep bands, a thick black leather belt, and red and black high-top sneakers.
Nothing.
At this party, it’s like I’m just one of the crowd. I can’t decide if this is good or bad. I guess it keeps my ego in check, but it’s a little deflating, too. Don’t get me wrong. I’m going to fuck at least one of these prettyboys tonight. Bank on it. It’s the main reason why I came when Cage asked me if I wanted to tag along. However, I guess I’ll need to work harder for it than usual.
Ryan yells, “CAGE! You came!” Big smile. He breaks free from the group and the crowd parts for him. The big man gives my boss a giant hug, enveloping him in his arms. They both look great. Cage is shirtless in silver tights, black boots, and a black leather vest. Ryan is in simple black trunks and boots. Damn, I wish I could see them wrestle. Fuck that’d be hot.
During the hug, Ryan notices me. He gets that Cage is with someone. He involuntarily tenses. Hm. Jealousy? Interesting. Cage feels it. He introduces me, “Ryan, this is Darcy. Darcy, Ryan.” I notice he leaves our relationship unnamed. Is my boss playing with his new toy?
We shake hands. Ryan asks, “Do I know you? You look so familiar.”
Finally!
Cage answers for me, “Darcy played for the Crowns. I believe you said you’re a fan.”
Ryan frowns, “Of the Crowns? Yeah, but no, that’s not it.” He makes a face like he’s thinking before he dramatically relaxes and says, “I know. It’s from the billboard on the 405. What is it? Hair replacement? Drug addiction? An STD? It’s definitely something medically wrong with you.” He snaps his fingers, “It’s erectile dysfunction, isn’t it?”
I bitterly reply, “Physical therapy. I blew out my knee during my time as one of the best professional hockey players in the world. It was during my career where I won league MVP, the Stanley Cup, and two Olympic goal medals for Canada. They helped me get back in shape and paid me a shit ton of money that I don’t even need to be their spokesman.”
Cage smirks at his friend’s clearly passive aggressive attack on me and my actively aggressive response. He calms things, “Darcy works for me as an intern. He’s retired and moving to his next phase, sports psychology.” Ryan blushes, embarrassed about revealing his jealousy. My boss turns, “I’m going to chat with Ryan. Feel free to go forth and conquer.”
Sounds good to me. I suddenly smell the booze from the birthday boy. Realizing he’s a little drunk, I decide to be polite, wishing him a happy birthday. I start looking for someone who knows who the fuck I am or just wants a hot musclestud to fuck them. Maybe no one knows me because I’m not in the context where they know me. No one here is expecting to see someone famous. This is just a birthday party for some random no -
WHOA! Holy shit!
Is that the WWL superstar The Gravedigger over by the grill? Who else could it be? He's huge. And in trunks! I've only seen him in tights. Fuck, he's a sexy beast and just putting it all out there. Holy shit! Wait. He's standing with 'Ice Cold' Ian Park, the former champ. Park is in a tank top and track pants. I guess he really is retired from wrestling. That was the stipulation of the match they just wrestled at Wrestlerama three weeks ago.
Gravedigger won the title in a shocker, but lost it immediately when 'Miami Knight' Rocky Ramirez cashed in the Wild Card. Everyone assumed I/P would win and Gravedigger would retire. It was a brilliant fake out and the best Wrestlerama moment ever ... but that's not important right now.
The real shocker is they’re manning the grill. The world’s most famous wrestlers are flipping burgers at a house party. How the fuck? Who’s in charge of this thing?
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| Gravedigger. |
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| 'Ice Cold' Ian Park. |
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| Foster Longhorn. |
It suddenly hits me.
I’m not the most famous person here at some roof party for a nobody. I'm maybe the fourth most famous guy here. And who knows who else is lurking to knock me further down the list.
Now, that is a blow to my ego. A waiter with shots passes by. I slam one back. I head to the bar for a beer, grabbing another two shots along the way. Oh, that was a huge mistake. I never drink anything more than beer, so I’m a lightweight with booze. I forget about the beer and move off to the side. I stand around like a wallflower, holding the tiny empty cup, feeling buzzed already.
I hear, “You’re too hot to be that sad.”
Oh, it’s a smoking hot stud. He looks young but must be 21 because he’s got a pink wristband and he’s holding an alcoholic drink. I smile and extend my hand. “Darcy.”
“Corey.” He has the cutest smirk. “I recognize you.”
Cool. He knows me. This should an easy score. I saw the bedrooms downstairs. I’ll plow him now as my appetizer then have time to find a bigger guy for the main course. I seductively ask, “That’s cool. You wanna go downstairs where it’s quieter?”
Corey laughs, “I’m not that easy, sport, but nice try.” I frown. He smirks, “Oh no, you’re sad again.” I don’t like this punk. “I’ve got other plans tonight, but you’re hot enough to find someone.” Hm, not exactly an amazing compliment, but beggars can’t be choosers. “So, those car ads you do, are you a real car salesman or are you an actor playing one?”
Sigh. “No, I was a hockey player.” Blank stare. “A professional hockey player.” No reaction. “For the LA Crowns.” I feel the need to say, “I don’t sell cars. I’m just a spokesman for that dealership, because I’m an LA legend. Stanley Cup MVP. There was a big parade?”
“Oh. A parade? Okay. Got it. I probably didn’t go to Pride that year.”
“Pride? No, not the Pride parade. The Stanley Cup victory parade. For the Crowns. The team I captained.”
“Huh. Sure. Well, even if you’re not an actor, you’ll still meet someone. So, how do you know Ryan?”
“I don’t.”
“Ooh, party crasher. Not cool, dude.” Corey tweaks my nipple. I’m startled, so I flinch. I’m really not liking him or where this is going. This punk must be testing me. I’m the alpha here and he’s about to find that out. Before I can say or do anything, the stud calls out, “JAX! Over here!” A hot 5’11”/210-lbs Black muscleman moves in. Corey leans into me, “Jax is a real cop.”
Ooh, a cop. I like that.
“Jax, we have a situation.”
Jax puts his arm around Corey’s shoulder, “You mean the 19-year-old drinking in front of me?”
Corey’s 19? He waves his hand, “This is non-alcoholic.” Jax reaches for it to smell, but Corey pulls it away, caught in a lie. “No, no, no. The situation is this guy. Darcy. Darcy, meet Jax. Darcy is sad that no one wants to hook up with him.” I frown. He adds, “But Darcy doesn’t know Ryan. Arrest him for party crashing and impersonating a friend of Ryan’s. Take him somewhere quiet and interrogate him.”
I wouldn't mind going somewhere quiet with Jax, but I hold up my hand, “I’m not a party crasher. I’m a plus one. That’s my buddy talking to Ryan right now. Cage. They’ve been wrestling lately and I’m giving them their space.”
Corey’s eyes go wide then narrow into a squint, “So, that’s the guy. Hm. Excuse me, men. You’re on your own now. Have fun.” He winks directly at me. Did he just bring the cop over to meet me? That’d be cool, if true. He does seem like a manipulative little punk.
“Hold up, Corey.” Jax reaches out and hooks a finger in Corey’s pink wristband, “I’ll take this.” He snaps it. Corey looks annoyed, but lets it go. If he got one once, I’m sure he can do it again. The kid seems smart and resourceful. As the young punk walks away, Jax stays.
I admit, “I might’ve said something I shouldn’t. I hope I’m not causing any drama.”
“Don’t worry, drama is the norm in this crowd. You know anyone here, besides Cage?” I shake my head. ‘You and him fucking?”
I shake my head again.
“Then you might be the only guy whose dick is more than two-degrees from any other guy here.”
I ask, “So, who’s party is this? It’s pretty amazing for a birthday bash. Cage told me Ryan was in IT or something boring like that. But it’s off the chain and I’m not even the most famous person here.” I realize I said that out loud, “Sorry, that sounds assholish.” I look at the empty shot glass in my hand, “I don’t normally drink, so slamming shots might’ve been a mistake.”
Jax moves up against me. It feels nice, “You wanna head downstairs where it’s quieter, Mr. Famous-but-not-the-most-famous-guy-here? Might clear your mind.”
We hit the second floor, and I already feel more lucid. The DJ down here is keeping it more mellow. Jax grabs me some food and water. I gulp it all down. Much better. I shake my head out then say, “Thanks.” I take Jax in for the first time. He’s gorgeous. Handsome. Thick pecs. Big ass. Dark brown skin. Pink and yellow briefs with lightning bolts on them. Pink pro boots. Nice gear. Bottom gear. He’s way more interesting than Corey already.
I confirm, “You’re really a cop?”
“Yep.”
“Cops are sexy.”
“Glad you think so. Now, why are you famous? You one of Cody’s pro wrestler buddies?”
“Hockey. Played for the Crowns for 8 years. Six-time all-star. Stanley Cup champs.” I blush. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I feel like the idiot holding onto his high school football and telling everyone how he scored the game winning touchdown. I’m not normally like this. Can we start again?”
Jax laughs, “Don’t worry about it. I remember when you guys won. They got us all working crowd control. But that’s why I don’t know you. Never seen a hockey game in my life.” He rubs my body. I let him check me out. “Hockey players wear too many clothes. If you’d worn this on the ice, I would know exactly who you are. I’d have paid attention to this.”
“Yeah? You can give me all the attention you want now.” I lean forward and we lock lips. I enjoy his hands roaming over my bare back. I love the wrestling theme, getting us all down to our underwear. Damn. He’s solid. As I feel him up, his hands slide down to my ass. I think the cop has the wrong idea. I don’t stop him, not wanting to scare him off. I just control the kiss.
Jax asks, “You wrestle?”
I smile, “I know a few moves. If you’d seen a hockey game, you’d know that we need to know how to scrap.”
“How about you show me?”
Jax pulls me toward the nearest bedroom. I let him. There’s a young guy standing out front. He says, “Hey, I’m Rip. You’re my first customers. Here’s the deal. I'll put you in this room. It's yours. Whatever’s consensual goes. Don’t worry about making a mess or anything. There’s an en suite with every bedroom in this place. There’re fresh gear options in the bathroom, too. You can clean up while I clean up the mats for the next guys. ”
Wow, this is a crazy party. We walk in. No furniture, just mats. I grab Jax from behind. I lift and throw him down. I mount him and pin his wrists. Jax lifts his hips up and down. His bulge pushes against my taint. The muscle cop smirks, “You look good riding me.”
I slide my hands onto his pecs. I massage them, “Dude, I should tell you. I’m a total top.”
“I should tell you. Around here, there’s no such thing. We wrestle for top.”
I grin, confident in my strength and skill, “You’re on.”
“You sure? Not too late to back out and find yourself a pretty bottom boy.”
My cock answers for me, “Yeah, of course, I’m sure. Makes it way more exciting. Gotta warn you, I didn’t get to the top by losing. I’m a fucking competitive dude.”
Jax just nods with a poker face. I can’t tell what he’s thinking. Probably how to win my ass. It’s cool. I’m doing the same thing, only with a smile. I’m bigger and more built that he is. I’ve pumped up since my playing days and I was tough as fuck then. One of the best scorers of my generation and a guy who could go. He’ll know more moves, but I can overpower him.
My red trunks are tenting, his rhythmic humping under me has me hard. The hot cop can’t help but notice. He says, “Nice piece.” I just smirk, knowing he’s right. My dick is thick and long. His feels like a handful under me, but as I roll off, I get a good look. Shit, I think it’s bigger than mine. He sees my look, “Yeah, that’s what you’re facing if you lose. Still wanna go?”
“Yeah.” I’m getting annoyed at him checking on me over and over. I tell him, “For the last time, I’m good with the stakes. Stop asking and let’s start wrestling.”
Jax shrugs and gets to his feet. I join him and we get psyched. I strip off the black belt, roll my shoulders back and stretch my neck. He swings his arms and does some shadow boxing. I ask about that, telling him I’m cool with body punching if he is. It’s how we go in hockey, although we wear gloves and pads, so you only feel the head shots. Jax agrees. I rule out head shots and we’re good.
Stretched and pumped, we lock up immediately. Jax is strong, but I'm stronger. I overpower him into the boards. I mean, the wall. WHOMP! I hold him with a forearm across his upper chest. We grin at each other, both excited to get this thing going. I drive my fist into his abs. THUD! OOF! Jax tries to bend forward, but I hold him for another punch. THUD! OOF!
I reach down and grab his bulge. Big and hard. The guy is loving this. Thank god. I lean in for a kiss to establish my sexual dominance, but Jax twists free. I fall into the wall. The muscle stud is behind me. He grabs my wrists as he presses his body on mine. I feel him grinding on me. Fuck. I guess I misread the signs. He’s not going down easy.
As if reading my mind, Jax grabs my hair, pulling me off the wall. He twists me around and slaps on a side headlock. UNH! That’s a real hold. The hot cop squeezes hard. His bicep flexes against my temple. UNH! I power out, pushing on his back, sending him stumbling across the room. Jax stops and turns. I dive in, tackling him down to the floor. SPLAT! I get on top, but Jax bridges immediately throwing me off. I spin into a crouch as he rolls away.
We immediately charge in for a lockup. Jax surprises me by going high and grabbing my head I stead of my arm and shoulder. He pushes my head down. I get my hands down and block it before I can go too low. I push forward, tackling him down. We grapple for control. He’s hard to handle, shifting fast, blocking me from grabbing hold, and constantly moving.
Fuck, I’m sweating and breathing hard already. I knew my stamina was down from my playing days, but I didn’t realize how much. My added muscle has come from more weights at the cost of my cardio. I push away, needing a minute. Jax doesn’t want to give me any break. He charges in, but I’m not that tired. I push him down and he slides forward under me.
I lie on his back, locking my legs around his head as I grab him around the waist. I roll us over with him on top of me. I keep my legs tight around his head as I squeeze him in a reverse bearhug. His legs are spread and I’m staring at his taint. Shit, I wanna fuck this guy so bad. I squeeze harder, crushing him. He moans. I know I have to end this fast, wear him down before he wears me out.
The hot cop is struggling. He’s trying to bridge his legs as his hands search for an opening. I keep control, getting my wind back as I just lie on my back. I ease on the bearhug so I can hammer his abs with my forearms. THUD! WHOMP! POW! Jax takes the abuse. I go for the bearhug again, but before I can close up, he bridges and brings his ass down on me. WHAP! OOF! It distracts me long enough for him to escape the scissors.
Jax moves fast. He’s back on me, hammering my chest with his forearm. BAM! I get my legs around his body. He forearms my chest again. BAM! I flex my pecs in time, and it bounces off. I try to crush his midsection as he sits up. His hands clamp onto the sides of my pecs. UNH! The pec claw hurts, even with me flexing. His hands are big, and his fingers are powerful.
As the claw digs into my thick muscles, I grab his wrists. I can’t pry his hands free, but it gives me something squeeze while I endure the torture. I focus on my legs, stretching them out, putting all I have into the body scissors. I’m moaning more than he is. This isn’t working. I throw my fist between his arms, hitting him between his pecs. POW! Jax grunts.
I draw back for another shot. The hot cop suddenly lets go of my chest, but slams his fists into my abs, just below my ribs. THUD! OOF! They sink in deep. I lose the scissors for just a moment, but it’s enough for him to push my left leg down and pin it with his shin on my inner thigh. I naturally turn, enabling Jax to sweep his right fist deep into my gut. THUD! OOF!
Jax slides forward. He grabs my hair and pulls my head up. He locks it under his armpit with his forearm pulling up into throat. He locks it in place using his other arm behind my head. The guillotine choke has me gagging immediately. I grab his arm and pull down. I can’t break the hold, but I successfully prevent him from putting me out or forcing a quick submission.
“Wanna give, Darcy?”
I shake my head the tiny amount I can manage. It’s a standoff. If I try to fight back, I’ll go out. But Jax is locked up, too. All he can do is try to outwait me, hoping I lose focus or strength. That could take a while, and he realizes it. Jax lets go. I try to scramble to safety to recover, but Jax jumps on me from behind. He grabs my wrist and forces it up my back in a hammerlock.
I moan loudly. I try to break free, but it hurts my shoulder to try. Jax puts his hand on the back of my head and forces me to the mat. His legs never stop working. I’m noticing that. He gets them inside mine and opens my legs out wide. I collapse to the mat with his weight crushing me. SPLAT! The hot cop reaches for my other arm, but I stretch out to keep it out of range.
Okay, I gotta focus. I raise my hips enough to spin, twisting my arm around as I do to take the pressure off. It works and I throw Jax off me. The musclestud is back on me fast. He just won’t let up. I roll with it, and we grapple for control. I use my power advantage to put him on his back. He’s squirmy, though. I’m sweating and breathing like crazy again. I gotta end this.
Jax slips away, getting his knees up between us. I lean forward on them, reaching, but he swats my arm away. I push past his knee defense, barreling in on him to get his head. Unfortunately, my reach is still too short. He sweeps my arm away and opens his knees, letting me through. I fall into him as he co trolls my lead arm. In less than a second, I’m in an armlock and body scissor combination. Fuck!
My shift from aggressor to victim happens in a blink of an eye. I cry out as he controls my body and wrenches my arm. The musclestud owns my arm, sending shockwaves of pain through me. Most guys would give, but I’m tough with a high pain tolerance. I also won’t give up my ass this easily. I’m learning from my opponent. Always keep moving, including my legs.
I squirm and fight, managing to ease the pressure before I break free completely. That was a close one. As I look at him, lying and waiting, I wonder if he let go. I mean, I’m a challenge, right? I shake my head. Don’t get insecure. If he could’ve beat me, I know he would have. I know it. I believe it. It’s too humiliating to think otherwise. Jax is still waiting for me, knees up.
I charge in again, but I learned my lesson. I go straight at him, but straight is wrong. At the last second, I veer right, getting past his defense. I go for his head again, but he gets his hands up and blocks me. Jax swings his legs up and grabs my head between them. URK! He pulls down, forcing me with him. I keep moving, though. I’m too much to handle and escape. Phew.
Again, he waits.
I need to know, “Are you letting go?”
“Does it matter?”
I’m angry at his ambiguous response, replying, “Yeah, it does. To me.”
I charge in again, more recklessly, but somehow, it works. We scrap and I easily put Jax on his back. Fueled by my frustration, I dominate the grappling. The hot cop is on defense, trying to get ahead of me. I force him into some good holds, but I can’t get there. I don’t get close to a submission. I throw in some body punching, using my hockey skills. THUD! POW! THUD!
Jax grunts with every shot I manage to get in. POW! THUD! POW! We keep moving. He starts focusing on my fists, letting me get on top of him. I get hold of his wrist and force his hand beside his erasing my shoulder to push on his tricep. He moans, feeling the pain in his shoulder. The musclestud throws a few of his own fists into my side. THUD! WHACK! THUD!
I ignore them. They hurt, but I’m focused on submitting him. My body has him pinned and I know this has to hurt. Jax is squirming under me. I’m so far up his body that his legs are free. Fuck. The hot cop bridges and rolls, throwing me over as he twists his arm free. I roll onto my hands and knees to get up, but suddenly, he’s on my back. He’s so fast. I manage to throw him off and move away to buy time.
The muscle stud isn’t letting up. He tackles me. We grapple for control. He has me on defense now. I’m protecting every part of my body and throwing him off every chance I get. He’s relentless. Every time I try to get on top, it exposes my back. When I’m on my back, he figures out how to own my legs, keeping me from using them, while he goes for my arms, hands, and head.
The intensity is exhausting. At least for me. We’ve rolled around the whole room, covering the mat in our sweat. I’m breathing super-hard. I finally see an opening. I throw Jax off and summon my adrenaline. I charge at him with all I’ve got. Jax rolls, powering me sideways. I land on my face and chest. SPLAT! OOF! He’s stronger than I thought. Or I’m weaker.
Jax is on my back immediately. He goes for a choke. I grab for his wrist, but he grabs my right wrist. The musclestud I expect him to pull out and down for another hammerlock, but instead, he pulls the other way. I actually help him by countering the wrong way. Jax forces my right arm under my face and across my throat. When my right wrist crosses my thick left trap, he rises up with his knee in my back, pulling up.
My head and shoulders rise as he chokes me with my own arm. URK! I have to brace myself with my free left hand. It eases the pressure but paralyzes me. I have nothing to fight back with. It also enables Jax to bend my back the wrong way. UNH! My thick bicep presses against my Adam’s Apple. I’m groaning and gasping, arched up and staring at the ceiling.
Jax uses my helplessness to switch positions. He rolls us sideways. I slide right into a controlling side body scissors. His legs close up on my left side, one leg under my back and the other across my ripped abs. Fuck! When Jax pulls on my right wrist, my trapped right arm comes under me as my right shoulder twists up. My free left arm is out to the side, but useless, except to pound the mat in frustration.
Okay, I’m in serious trouble now. Exhausted and controlled, I don’t even know how to escape this hold. Jax uses his legs to keep my body flat, my butt on the mat, but by pulling my right wrist back toward him, my upper body is twisted so I’m looking sideways. I’m getting lightheaded, my powerful right arm cutting off my air supply. Choked out by my own rock-hard bicep? Fucking humiliating!
The only thing I can reach is his upper leg and even that I can barely touch. His toes are out of reach, or I’d rip one off to escape. I fight to remain conscious, pulling against him, but I have zero leverage. He asks me to submit, but I refuse. I’ll go out before I give up. Somehow, giving up feels worse, even though it’d be the smart thing. The legs crushing my midsection aren’t helping, either. I’m fucked.
Suddenly, Jax lets go. My arm snaps around and I roll onto my back, shoulders down and looking at the ceiling. I lie here, unmoving as his legs continue to crush me. Fuck, I’m tired. But at least I can breathe. Jax opens the scissors and kicks my limp carcass off his pinned left leg. I roll, offering no resistance. As he stands, I get to hands and knees. I’m willing myself to move fast, but I know I’m slow.
Too slow, as it turns out. Jax does down with a double axe handle across my back. WHOMP! I collapse flat on the mat. SPLAT! As I lie face down, he steps over me, facing my feet. Jax leans forward. He grabs my ankles and lifts. My back bends as he sits down. I’ve watched enough pro wrestling to know this one. A Boston crab! Never been in one, but it’s legit. ARGH!
My back folds the wrong way, compressing against his power. I’m drained, but he’s obviously not, manhandling my big body like I was a lightweight. I moan and suffer as he just sits up there, torturing me. I whimper as the pain shoots up my spine. Jax lets out a chuckle as he asks if I’m ready to submit. I pound the mat and reply with a strong, “No way!”
“C’mon, is your ass really worth the pain, big man?”
I steel my will, “I’m NOT giving!”
Jax lets go. My tree trunk legs fall to the mat, landing hard. WHAM! I writhe on the vinyl mat, swimming in my own sweat as I struggle to move. When the hot cop sits on my back, I go limp under him. I involuntarily blush at my position. The musclestud says, “You’re tough. I’ll give you that.” That makes me feel good. At least he doesn’t think I’m a wimp. Now, I have to act tough.
I plant my hands and knees, pushing up. I manage to throw his 210-lbs of muscle off me. Before I can go any further, he’s back on me. Fuck, doesn’t he ever stop? At this point, my big muscles are drained and I’m a wrestling dummy for him. You’d think moving 220-lbs of muscle around would be hard to do, but not for him. He completely controls me as we ‘grapple’.
I put it in quotes, because it’s less wrestling and more a cat toying with a mouse. I put up feeble defenses, but I’ve got no offense left in me. The more I realize it, the weaker my resistance gets. I’m going to lose my ass, barring a miracle. Jax is moving me around, punching my big body at will, paying me back for all my body punches. THUD! POW! THUD!
No matter what I try, I just keep getting rolled around like a rag doll and punched like a very heavy bag. I block what I can, but there’s a sense of inevitability that’s setting in. On my back, looking up at Jax, I see the dominant man. The man who’s going to take my ass for the very first time. He looks down at me and I think he can read that I’m close to submitting to him.
Somehow, that feeling stirs something in me. I get a third wind and push up. I roll us over, putting Jax on his back as I rise to my knees. As I try to back up, he wraps his legs around my waist to keep me close. I lean back, out of range. He tries to grab my head, but I block it. We go like this for a minute, with me on pure defense and him on the attack.
I see an opening to gut punch him. As I move forward, Jax crunches up and I realize my mistake. He left the opening to draw me in. Sure enough, the musclestud twists, throwing his right arm over my left shoulder. He grabs my left wrist and pulls me forward, bending my arm into a Kimora armlock. The body scissors has me locked in as he uses his body to push up.
Pain shoots through me. I cry out and my hand taps without me even thinking about it. “I GIVE! I GIVE! I GIVE!”
Jax lets go immediately and pushes me to the side where I collapse. Exhausted, drained, and disgusted with myself. I used to play hard every shift for three hours. Fuck.
I fucking lost. Wrestling a muscular cop was stupid. My cock overrode my brain. I’m gonna blame the drinks a little, too. Turns out, scrapping on ice is nothing like wrestling on a mat. Yeah, I took a lot of guys down, but I never had to submit them. I should’ve known that Jax knows how to subdue a dude. Like, duh. I’m a fucking idiot. Too late to figure that out now.
In a few minutes, I won’t be a fucking virgin. I mean, I’m not a virgin, but my ass is.
I tell him, “Be gentle, man. I’ve never been fucked.”
“Never?”
“Never.”
“And you bet your untapped ass at a party?”
I sigh, “Yeah. Not my brightest moment.”
“You want out?”
Yeah, I do, but I can’t back out now. Jax tried to warn me. I confidently shake my head, “Nope. A deal’s a deal. Just asking you to be gentle.”
The attendant must be listening at the door, because he sticks his head in. He says, “Poppers are with the lube and condoms on the closet shelf there. Might make it easier for you, buddy.”
Jax grabs the stuff. He tosses me the poppers, “I’ll let you decide what you can take. I’ve seen how tough you are, so maybe you don’t need them.” He grabs my junk and massages it. I moan. He says, “Get these trunks off, man.” I nod and slither out of them. Jax nods, “Nice meat. I can see why you can go through life topping every guy you want.”
I get hopeful, “Yeah? I’m a great top. You know, if you wanna see.”
“Naw, your ass is even hotter. I’ll stick with that.”
Suddenly, two guys push in. A hunky, babyface muscleboy with big eyes and pouty lips. He’s with a stocky muscleboy with brown skin and dark hair. The attendant turns, “Guys, back it up. I told you. They’re not done, yet. They’re doing stakes.”
Jax looks at me. The heat of it all has me nodding for some reason. Fuck, I’m just a glutton for punishment tonight. The hot cop says, “Sure, it’s cool with us.” He focuses back on me, “You ready?” I nod. I’ve got the poppers in hand, but I don’t plan on taking them. I breathe in deeply and out slowly. I’m relaxed. Jax lubes up his hands. He starts jerking his dick with his right.
Suddenly, it gets real for me. One slick finger presses against my taint. The gasp as it presses inside me. Mano, the shorter guy asks, “What? Has he never -” Jax just shakes his head. “Wow. Fuck, man, I wish I’d met him first.” He turns to Micah, “No offense. I just love breaking alpha tops and look at this one. He’s fucking built like a tank, but he’s moaning like a bitch.”
I’d go off on the guy, but Jax has his finger deep inside me and I need to focus on that. Oh fuck. I’m tight. But I’m handling it. My dick is hard. I lift my legs higher and brace them on Jax’s shoulders. He’s being gentle and slow. Jax adds a second finger. I squeeze the poppers, but I resist the urge. After a moment, it feels good. When he hits my spot, I let out a long moan.
The short guy laughs, “Yeah, that’s it, bitch. Take your new daddy in deep. You’re gonna love getting flipped, boy. Opening a whole new world for your former alpha brain.”
Jax ignores the commentary. We lock eyes and he’s compelling me to focus on him. I do. The hot cop pulls out. I watch as he sheathes his cock with a condom. Okay. It’s happening. I picked the wrong fucking cock to start with, but I’m not quitting now. I beg, “Please, Jax. Just fuck me.” The short guy laughs, but Jax keeps his neutral look and nods at me.
When the covered tip presses against my hole, I close my eyes. I feel a light slap on my cheek. TAP! “Eyes on me, man. It’ll be a lot easier if you focus on me.” I open my eyes and nod. I stare at his handsome face. He pushes past my ring, and I gasp, but I accept him. I hear a comment like I was a born bottom from the sidelines but fuck them. Focus on Jax, not the young punk.
Focus on the first man to take my ass.
I cry out, but I stay focused on Jax, and it does help. I stare up at his face as he grunts. I feel him filling me up. I grimace. My hand squeezes the poppers bottle. He says there’s no shame in taking a hit, but I shake my head. I tell him, “No! I want to feel this. I want to feel you inside me!” Jax cracks a smile for the first time. He leans in, sinking deeper. Oh god, is he in, yet?
Jax stops. The short stud comments, “Yeah, balls deep in a muscle bitch. Beautiful sight.” He looks at Micah, “You want be him, don’t you?” The blond muscleboy giggles and blushes.
I look back at the hot cop. I nod my head, “I’m good. Fuck me, Jax.” He starts pumping back and forth. I’ve adjusted and I’m actually enjoying this. I moan, “Oh god, that’s feels so good! Oh fuck, it hurts, but I love it!” Jax starts fucking me harder. He’s been a good guy, but now that I’m begging, he’s pounding me fast and strong, slamming all the way every thrust.
As Jax pounds my hole, the shorter one laughs, “Fuck, yeah, stud. Make that muscleboy your bitch. Hang around, bottom boy. My buddy Cesar and I can take your ass later. You’ll never wanna top again after we’re done with you.”
Shit, I lose focus. I feel embarrassed. Big, tough, hockey superstar, caught on the mat, getting plowed by the hunky cop. At least they don’t know who I am. I never thought I’d be happy about not being recognized. The moment of humiliation passes fast with Jax slamming my hole for his big finish. It’s all I can do to take it. I put all my energy into enjoying the hot cop’s cock.
Jax slows up. He orders me, “Jerk yourself, man. Cover those muscles in your seed.”
My cock is throbbing, so I obediently grab my cock. As I start pumping, I realize that this is one less load I can dump in some other bottom tonight. I groan at the realization that Jax isn’t just fucking me. By forcing me to give up my load, he’s hurting my chance to fuck someone else. I’m gasping as my load builds fast. Like it or not, the relentless hammering has me primed.
UH! UH! Oh god! I’m so - AHHHH! I cry out as my cum erupts. My body tenses as I shoot my first shot up my torso and line my face. Rope and rope fire up my chiseled torso! The short guy laughs, “Fuck, that boy was full.” He asks the bigger blond one, “You think can match that?” The cute muscleboy just giggles. Meanwhile, I’m milking every drop out of me.
My hand falls to the side, crashing onto the mat. PLOP! Jax picks up speed. He ravages my hole. Oh fuck, my whole body is tingling. I writhe against the power of his cock, fighting to stay in control. My cock grows again. No! Not again! The shorter observer says, “Hold up, he’s gonna blow again!” He’s right. I arch my back, and my untouched cock explodes again.
It’s a small, weak load. Dribbling after the first couple of shots. Still, it hurts, and my balls are so tight. I moan loudly, tears forming as my body keeps trying to fire out cum that’s not there. My big cock softens and shrivels and my drained body collapses. Jax keeps pounding me, but I’m a dead puck on the mat. He pulls out. I struggle to lift my head and look up at him.
Fuck, he’s gorgeous. His thick, dark cock is even bigger than mine. When it’s fully hard, I mean. Right now, any cock is bigger than my drained nub. Those pecs that drew me in are heaving, standing proudly up and out. I watch him pump his bare cock for a few jerks before Jax adds his load on top of mine. His hot white seed coats my cum-lined abs as he shoots all over me.
When the top is done with me, he stands up. I softly say, “Thanks, Jax.” The two observers congratulate him, and the attendant starts cleaning around me. I close my eyes. I’m covered in two huge loads (and one tiny aftershock). My hole is stretched after getting plowed by Jax’s thick cock. And I didn’t hate it. I need a minute to get my head right. The hot cop heads to the shower with an offer for me to join him.
Fuck, this is not what I expected tonight. I’m not sure if I’ll fuck anyone tonight, but I’m sure as hell not getting DP’ed by the short alpha and his buddy. I just want some time to figure out what all this means. Maybe talk to Cage about it.
It’s a good thing no one knows who I am. At least it’s anonymous.
Hot breath hits my nose. I open my eyes to see Micah, the bigger observer, leaning over me, looking down. Blond, young, and smiling, he’s really cute. And built. Definitely a big boy. Maybe he’ll bottom for me? Although maybe not, after witnessing me being dominated. And my cock isn’t ready for action anyway. He stares at me intently. I can turn this around, if I want to.
While I’m thinking, Micah asks, “Darcy McEwen? You are him, right?” Fuck. I sigh, but I nod. “So cool. My dad has a box at Crowns Center. I had such a crush on you when I was a kid. Hey, can I get a picture of us together?”
Oh, great. NOW someone fucking recognizes me.
Oh, it’s a smoking hot stud. He looks young but must be 21 because he’s got a pink wristband and he’s holding an alcoholic drink. I smile and extend my hand. “Darcy.”
“Corey.” He has the cutest smirk. “I recognize you.”
Corey laughs, “I’m not that easy, sport, but nice try.” I frown. He smirks, “Oh no, you’re sad again.” I don’t like this punk. “I’ve got other plans tonight, but you’re hot enough to find someone.” Hm, not exactly an amazing compliment, but beggars can’t be choosers. “So, those car ads you do, are you a real car salesman or are you an actor playing one?”
Sigh. “No, I was a hockey player.” Blank stare. “A professional hockey player.” No reaction. “For the LA Crowns.” I feel the need to say, “I don’t sell cars. I’m just a spokesman for that dealership, because I’m an LA legend. Stanley Cup MVP. There was a big parade?”
“Oh. A parade? Okay. Got it. I probably didn’t go to Pride that year.”
“Pride? No, not the Pride parade. The Stanley Cup victory parade. For the Crowns. The team I captained.”
“Huh. Sure. Well, even if you’re not an actor, you’ll still meet someone. So, how do you know Ryan?”
“I don’t.”
“Ooh, party crasher. Not cool, dude.” Corey tweaks my nipple. I’m startled, so I flinch. I’m really not liking him or where this is going. This punk must be testing me. I’m the alpha here and he’s about to find that out. Before I can say or do anything, the stud calls out, “JAX! Over here!” A hot 5’11”/210-lbs Black muscleman moves in. Corey leans into me, “Jax is a real cop.”
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| I like this Jax guy already. |
“Jax, we have a situation.”
Jax puts his arm around Corey’s shoulder, “You mean the 19-year-old drinking in front of me?”
Corey’s 19? He waves his hand, “This is non-alcoholic.” Jax reaches for it to smell, but Corey pulls it away, caught in a lie. “No, no, no. The situation is this guy. Darcy. Darcy, meet Jax. Darcy is sad that no one wants to hook up with him.” I frown. He adds, “But Darcy doesn’t know Ryan. Arrest him for party crashing and impersonating a friend of Ryan’s. Take him somewhere quiet and interrogate him.”
I wouldn't mind going somewhere quiet with Jax, but I hold up my hand, “I’m not a party crasher. I’m a plus one. That’s my buddy talking to Ryan right now. Cage. They’ve been wrestling lately and I’m giving them their space.”
Corey’s eyes go wide then narrow into a squint, “So, that’s the guy. Hm. Excuse me, men. You’re on your own now. Have fun.” He winks directly at me. Did he just bring the cop over to meet me? That’d be cool, if true. He does seem like a manipulative little punk.
“Hold up, Corey.” Jax reaches out and hooks a finger in Corey’s pink wristband, “I’ll take this.” He snaps it. Corey looks annoyed, but lets it go. If he got one once, I’m sure he can do it again. The kid seems smart and resourceful. As the young punk walks away, Jax stays.
I admit, “I might’ve said something I shouldn’t. I hope I’m not causing any drama.”
“Don’t worry, drama is the norm in this crowd. You know anyone here, besides Cage?” I shake my head. ‘You and him fucking?”
I shake my head again.
“Then you might be the only guy whose dick is more than two-degrees from any other guy here.”
I ask, “So, who’s party is this? It’s pretty amazing for a birthday bash. Cage told me Ryan was in IT or something boring like that. But it’s off the chain and I’m not even the most famous person here.” I realize I said that out loud, “Sorry, that sounds assholish.” I look at the empty shot glass in my hand, “I don’t normally drink, so slamming shots might’ve been a mistake.”
Jax moves up against me. It feels nice, “You wanna head downstairs where it’s quieter, Mr. Famous-but-not-the-most-famous-guy-here? Might clear your mind.”
We hit the second floor, and I already feel more lucid. The DJ down here is keeping it more mellow. Jax grabs me some food and water. I gulp it all down. Much better. I shake my head out then say, “Thanks.” I take Jax in for the first time. He’s gorgeous. Handsome. Thick pecs. Big ass. Dark brown skin. Pink and yellow briefs with lightning bolts on them. Pink pro boots. Nice gear. Bottom gear. He’s way more interesting than Corey already.
I confirm, “You’re really a cop?”
“Yep.”
“Cops are sexy.”
“Glad you think so. Now, why are you famous? You one of Cody’s pro wrestler buddies?”
“Hockey. Played for the Crowns for 8 years. Six-time all-star. Stanley Cup champs.” I blush. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I feel like the idiot holding onto his high school football and telling everyone how he scored the game winning touchdown. I’m not normally like this. Can we start again?”
Jax laughs, “Don’t worry about it. I remember when you guys won. They got us all working crowd control. But that’s why I don’t know you. Never seen a hockey game in my life.” He rubs my body. I let him check me out. “Hockey players wear too many clothes. If you’d worn this on the ice, I would know exactly who you are. I’d have paid attention to this.”
“Yeah? You can give me all the attention you want now.” I lean forward and we lock lips. I enjoy his hands roaming over my bare back. I love the wrestling theme, getting us all down to our underwear. Damn. He’s solid. As I feel him up, his hands slide down to my ass. I think the cop has the wrong idea. I don’t stop him, not wanting to scare him off. I just control the kiss.
Jax asks, “You wrestle?”
I smile, “I know a few moves. If you’d seen a hockey game, you’d know that we need to know how to scrap.”
“How about you show me?”
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WRESTLING JAX.
Jax pulls me toward the nearest bedroom. I let him. There’s a young guy standing out front. He says, “Hey, I’m Rip. You’re my first customers. Here’s the deal. I'll put you in this room. It's yours. Whatever’s consensual goes. Don’t worry about making a mess or anything. There’s an en suite with every bedroom in this place. There’re fresh gear options in the bathroom, too. You can clean up while I clean up the mats for the next guys. ”
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| "Rip" is like a doorman for the bedrooms? |
I slide my hands onto his pecs. I massage them, “Dude, I should tell you. I’m a total top.”
“I should tell you. Around here, there’s no such thing. We wrestle for top.”
I grin, confident in my strength and skill, “You’re on.”
“You sure? Not too late to back out and find yourself a pretty bottom boy.”
My cock answers for me, “Yeah, of course, I’m sure. Makes it way more exciting. Gotta warn you, I didn’t get to the top by losing. I’m a fucking competitive dude.”
Jax just nods with a poker face. I can’t tell what he’s thinking. Probably how to win my ass. It’s cool. I’m doing the same thing, only with a smile. I’m bigger and more built that he is. I’ve pumped up since my playing days and I was tough as fuck then. One of the best scorers of my generation and a guy who could go. He’ll know more moves, but I can overpower him.
My red trunks are tenting, his rhythmic humping under me has me hard. The hot cop can’t help but notice. He says, “Nice piece.” I just smirk, knowing he’s right. My dick is thick and long. His feels like a handful under me, but as I roll off, I get a good look. Shit, I think it’s bigger than mine. He sees my look, “Yeah, that’s what you’re facing if you lose. Still wanna go?”
“Yeah.” I’m getting annoyed at him checking on me over and over. I tell him, “For the last time, I’m good with the stakes. Stop asking and let’s start wrestling.”
Jax shrugs and gets to his feet. I join him and we get psyched. I strip off the black belt, roll my shoulders back and stretch my neck. He swings his arms and does some shadow boxing. I ask about that, telling him I’m cool with body punching if he is. It’s how we go in hockey, although we wear gloves and pads, so you only feel the head shots. Jax agrees. I rule out head shots and we’re good.
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| My body can take a punch. |
I reach down and grab his bulge. Big and hard. The guy is loving this. Thank god. I lean in for a kiss to establish my sexual dominance, but Jax twists free. I fall into the wall. The muscle stud is behind me. He grabs my wrists as he presses his body on mine. I feel him grinding on me. Fuck. I guess I misread the signs. He’s not going down easy.
As if reading my mind, Jax grabs my hair, pulling me off the wall. He twists me around and slaps on a side headlock. UNH! That’s a real hold. The hot cop squeezes hard. His bicep flexes against my temple. UNH! I power out, pushing on his back, sending him stumbling across the room. Jax stops and turns. I dive in, tackling him down to the floor. SPLAT! I get on top, but Jax bridges immediately throwing me off. I spin into a crouch as he rolls away.
We immediately charge in for a lockup. Jax surprises me by going high and grabbing my head I stead of my arm and shoulder. He pushes my head down. I get my hands down and block it before I can go too low. I push forward, tackling him down. We grapple for control. He’s hard to handle, shifting fast, blocking me from grabbing hold, and constantly moving.
Fuck, I’m sweating and breathing hard already. I knew my stamina was down from my playing days, but I didn’t realize how much. My added muscle has come from more weights at the cost of my cardio. I push away, needing a minute. Jax doesn’t want to give me any break. He charges in, but I’m not that tired. I push him down and he slides forward under me.
I lie on his back, locking my legs around his head as I grab him around the waist. I roll us over with him on top of me. I keep my legs tight around his head as I squeeze him in a reverse bearhug. His legs are spread and I’m staring at his taint. Shit, I wanna fuck this guy so bad. I squeeze harder, crushing him. He moans. I know I have to end this fast, wear him down before he wears me out.
The hot cop is struggling. He’s trying to bridge his legs as his hands search for an opening. I keep control, getting my wind back as I just lie on my back. I ease on the bearhug so I can hammer his abs with my forearms. THUD! WHOMP! POW! Jax takes the abuse. I go for the bearhug again, but before I can close up, he bridges and brings his ass down on me. WHAP! OOF! It distracts me long enough for him to escape the scissors.
Jax moves fast. He’s back on me, hammering my chest with his forearm. BAM! I get my legs around his body. He forearms my chest again. BAM! I flex my pecs in time, and it bounces off. I try to crush his midsection as he sits up. His hands clamp onto the sides of my pecs. UNH! The pec claw hurts, even with me flexing. His hands are big, and his fingers are powerful.
As the claw digs into my thick muscles, I grab his wrists. I can’t pry his hands free, but it gives me something squeeze while I endure the torture. I focus on my legs, stretching them out, putting all I have into the body scissors. I’m moaning more than he is. This isn’t working. I throw my fist between his arms, hitting him between his pecs. POW! Jax grunts.
I draw back for another shot. The hot cop suddenly lets go of my chest, but slams his fists into my abs, just below my ribs. THUD! OOF! They sink in deep. I lose the scissors for just a moment, but it’s enough for him to push my left leg down and pin it with his shin on my inner thigh. I naturally turn, enabling Jax to sweep his right fist deep into my gut. THUD! OOF!
Jax slides forward. He grabs my hair and pulls my head up. He locks it under his armpit with his forearm pulling up into throat. He locks it in place using his other arm behind my head. The guillotine choke has me gagging immediately. I grab his arm and pull down. I can’t break the hold, but I successfully prevent him from putting me out or forcing a quick submission.
“Wanna give, Darcy?”
I shake my head the tiny amount I can manage. It’s a standoff. If I try to fight back, I’ll go out. But Jax is locked up, too. All he can do is try to outwait me, hoping I lose focus or strength. That could take a while, and he realizes it. Jax lets go. I try to scramble to safety to recover, but Jax jumps on me from behind. He grabs my wrist and forces it up my back in a hammerlock.
I moan loudly. I try to break free, but it hurts my shoulder to try. Jax puts his hand on the back of my head and forces me to the mat. His legs never stop working. I’m noticing that. He gets them inside mine and opens my legs out wide. I collapse to the mat with his weight crushing me. SPLAT! The hot cop reaches for my other arm, but I stretch out to keep it out of range.
Okay, I gotta focus. I raise my hips enough to spin, twisting my arm around as I do to take the pressure off. It works and I throw Jax off me. The musclestud is back on me fast. He just won’t let up. I roll with it, and we grapple for control. I use my power advantage to put him on his back. He’s squirmy, though. I’m sweating and breathing like crazy again. I gotta end this.
Jax slips away, getting his knees up between us. I lean forward on them, reaching, but he swats my arm away. I push past his knee defense, barreling in on him to get his head. Unfortunately, my reach is still too short. He sweeps my arm away and opens his knees, letting me through. I fall into him as he co trolls my lead arm. In less than a second, I’m in an armlock and body scissor combination. Fuck!
My shift from aggressor to victim happens in a blink of an eye. I cry out as he controls my body and wrenches my arm. The musclestud owns my arm, sending shockwaves of pain through me. Most guys would give, but I’m tough with a high pain tolerance. I also won’t give up my ass this easily. I’m learning from my opponent. Always keep moving, including my legs.
I squirm and fight, managing to ease the pressure before I break free completely. That was a close one. As I look at him, lying and waiting, I wonder if he let go. I mean, I’m a challenge, right? I shake my head. Don’t get insecure. If he could’ve beat me, I know he would have. I know it. I believe it. It’s too humiliating to think otherwise. Jax is still waiting for me, knees up.
I charge in again, but I learned my lesson. I go straight at him, but straight is wrong. At the last second, I veer right, getting past his defense. I go for his head again, but he gets his hands up and blocks me. Jax swings his legs up and grabs my head between them. URK! He pulls down, forcing me with him. I keep moving, though. I’m too much to handle and escape. Phew.
Again, he waits.
I need to know, “Are you letting go?”
“Does it matter?”
I’m angry at his ambiguous response, replying, “Yeah, it does. To me.”
I charge in again, more recklessly, but somehow, it works. We scrap and I easily put Jax on his back. Fueled by my frustration, I dominate the grappling. The hot cop is on defense, trying to get ahead of me. I force him into some good holds, but I can’t get there. I don’t get close to a submission. I throw in some body punching, using my hockey skills. THUD! POW! THUD!
Jax grunts with every shot I manage to get in. POW! THUD! POW! We keep moving. He starts focusing on my fists, letting me get on top of him. I get hold of his wrist and force his hand beside his erasing my shoulder to push on his tricep. He moans, feeling the pain in his shoulder. The musclestud throws a few of his own fists into my side. THUD! WHACK! THUD!
I ignore them. They hurt, but I’m focused on submitting him. My body has him pinned and I know this has to hurt. Jax is squirming under me. I’m so far up his body that his legs are free. Fuck. The hot cop bridges and rolls, throwing me over as he twists his arm free. I roll onto my hands and knees to get up, but suddenly, he’s on my back. He’s so fast. I manage to throw him off and move away to buy time.
The muscle stud isn’t letting up. He tackles me. We grapple for control. He has me on defense now. I’m protecting every part of my body and throwing him off every chance I get. He’s relentless. Every time I try to get on top, it exposes my back. When I’m on my back, he figures out how to own my legs, keeping me from using them, while he goes for my arms, hands, and head.
The intensity is exhausting. At least for me. We’ve rolled around the whole room, covering the mat in our sweat. I’m breathing super-hard. I finally see an opening. I throw Jax off and summon my adrenaline. I charge at him with all I’ve got. Jax rolls, powering me sideways. I land on my face and chest. SPLAT! OOF! He’s stronger than I thought. Or I’m weaker.
Jax is on my back immediately. He goes for a choke. I grab for his wrist, but he grabs my right wrist. The musclestud I expect him to pull out and down for another hammerlock, but instead, he pulls the other way. I actually help him by countering the wrong way. Jax forces my right arm under my face and across my throat. When my right wrist crosses my thick left trap, he rises up with his knee in my back, pulling up.
My head and shoulders rise as he chokes me with my own arm. URK! I have to brace myself with my free left hand. It eases the pressure but paralyzes me. I have nothing to fight back with. It also enables Jax to bend my back the wrong way. UNH! My thick bicep presses against my Adam’s Apple. I’m groaning and gasping, arched up and staring at the ceiling.
Jax uses my helplessness to switch positions. He rolls us sideways. I slide right into a controlling side body scissors. His legs close up on my left side, one leg under my back and the other across my ripped abs. Fuck! When Jax pulls on my right wrist, my trapped right arm comes under me as my right shoulder twists up. My free left arm is out to the side, but useless, except to pound the mat in frustration.
Okay, I’m in serious trouble now. Exhausted and controlled, I don’t even know how to escape this hold. Jax uses his legs to keep my body flat, my butt on the mat, but by pulling my right wrist back toward him, my upper body is twisted so I’m looking sideways. I’m getting lightheaded, my powerful right arm cutting off my air supply. Choked out by my own rock-hard bicep? Fucking humiliating!
The only thing I can reach is his upper leg and even that I can barely touch. His toes are out of reach, or I’d rip one off to escape. I fight to remain conscious, pulling against him, but I have zero leverage. He asks me to submit, but I refuse. I’ll go out before I give up. Somehow, giving up feels worse, even though it’d be the smart thing. The legs crushing my midsection aren’t helping, either. I’m fucked.
Suddenly, Jax lets go. My arm snaps around and I roll onto my back, shoulders down and looking at the ceiling. I lie here, unmoving as his legs continue to crush me. Fuck, I’m tired. But at least I can breathe. Jax opens the scissors and kicks my limp carcass off his pinned left leg. I roll, offering no resistance. As he stands, I get to hands and knees. I’m willing myself to move fast, but I know I’m slow.
Too slow, as it turns out. Jax does down with a double axe handle across my back. WHOMP! I collapse flat on the mat. SPLAT! As I lie face down, he steps over me, facing my feet. Jax leans forward. He grabs my ankles and lifts. My back bends as he sits down. I’ve watched enough pro wrestling to know this one. A Boston crab! Never been in one, but it’s legit. ARGH!
My back folds the wrong way, compressing against his power. I’m drained, but he’s obviously not, manhandling my big body like I was a lightweight. I moan and suffer as he just sits up there, torturing me. I whimper as the pain shoots up my spine. Jax lets out a chuckle as he asks if I’m ready to submit. I pound the mat and reply with a strong, “No way!”
“C’mon, is your ass really worth the pain, big man?”
I steel my will, “I’m NOT giving!”
Jax lets go. My tree trunk legs fall to the mat, landing hard. WHAM! I writhe on the vinyl mat, swimming in my own sweat as I struggle to move. When the hot cop sits on my back, I go limp under him. I involuntarily blush at my position. The musclestud says, “You’re tough. I’ll give you that.” That makes me feel good. At least he doesn’t think I’m a wimp. Now, I have to act tough.
I plant my hands and knees, pushing up. I manage to throw his 210-lbs of muscle off me. Before I can go any further, he’s back on me. Fuck, doesn’t he ever stop? At this point, my big muscles are drained and I’m a wrestling dummy for him. You’d think moving 220-lbs of muscle around would be hard to do, but not for him. He completely controls me as we ‘grapple’.
I put it in quotes, because it’s less wrestling and more a cat toying with a mouse. I put up feeble defenses, but I’ve got no offense left in me. The more I realize it, the weaker my resistance gets. I’m going to lose my ass, barring a miracle. Jax is moving me around, punching my big body at will, paying me back for all my body punches. THUD! POW! THUD!
No matter what I try, I just keep getting rolled around like a rag doll and punched like a very heavy bag. I block what I can, but there’s a sense of inevitability that’s setting in. On my back, looking up at Jax, I see the dominant man. The man who’s going to take my ass for the very first time. He looks down at me and I think he can read that I’m close to submitting to him.
Somehow, that feeling stirs something in me. I get a third wind and push up. I roll us over, putting Jax on his back as I rise to my knees. As I try to back up, he wraps his legs around my waist to keep me close. I lean back, out of range. He tries to grab my head, but I block it. We go like this for a minute, with me on pure defense and him on the attack.
I see an opening to gut punch him. As I move forward, Jax crunches up and I realize my mistake. He left the opening to draw me in. Sure enough, the musclestud twists, throwing his right arm over my left shoulder. He grabs my left wrist and pulls me forward, bending my arm into a Kimora armlock. The body scissors has me locked in as he uses his body to push up.
Pain shoots through me. I cry out and my hand taps without me even thinking about it. “I GIVE! I GIVE! I GIVE!”
Jax lets go immediately and pushes me to the side where I collapse. Exhausted, drained, and disgusted with myself. I used to play hard every shift for three hours. Fuck.
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MY FIRST TIME ON THE BOTTOM.
I fucking lost. Wrestling a muscular cop was stupid. My cock overrode my brain. I’m gonna blame the drinks a little, too. Turns out, scrapping on ice is nothing like wrestling on a mat. Yeah, I took a lot of guys down, but I never had to submit them. I should’ve known that Jax knows how to subdue a dude. Like, duh. I’m a fucking idiot. Too late to figure that out now.
In a few minutes, I won’t be a fucking virgin. I mean, I’m not a virgin, but my ass is.
I tell him, “Be gentle, man. I’ve never been fucked.”
“Never?”
“Never.”
“And you bet your untapped ass at a party?”
I sigh, “Yeah. Not my brightest moment.”
“You want out?”
Yeah, I do, but I can’t back out now. Jax tried to warn me. I confidently shake my head, “Nope. A deal’s a deal. Just asking you to be gentle.”
The attendant must be listening at the door, because he sticks his head in. He says, “Poppers are with the lube and condoms on the closet shelf there. Might make it easier for you, buddy.”
Jax grabs the stuff. He tosses me the poppers, “I’ll let you decide what you can take. I’ve seen how tough you are, so maybe you don’t need them.” He grabs my junk and massages it. I moan. He says, “Get these trunks off, man.” I nod and slither out of them. Jax nods, “Nice meat. I can see why you can go through life topping every guy you want.”
I get hopeful, “Yeah? I’m a great top. You know, if you wanna see.”
“Naw, your ass is even hotter. I’ll stick with that.”
Suddenly, two guys push in. A hunky, babyface muscleboy with big eyes and pouty lips. He’s with a stocky muscleboy with brown skin and dark hair. The attendant turns, “Guys, back it up. I told you. They’re not done, yet. They’re doing stakes.”
The blond says, “Okay.” He smiles, “Oh. Hey, Jax.”
The hot cop nods back, “Hey, Micah.”
Micah looks at Jax, “Mind if we stay and get ready?” He doesn’t even look at me, I guess able to tell who’s in charge. He has a boyish, soft, kind of sing-songy voice, “I’m going to show Mano some moves. Cody’s trying to recruit him for The Cave and I’m helping.” He sounds so proud at the end of that.
The hot cop nods back, “Hey, Micah.”
Micah looks at Jax, “Mind if we stay and get ready?” He doesn’t even look at me, I guess able to tell who’s in charge. He has a boyish, soft, kind of sing-songy voice, “I’m going to show Mano some moves. Cody’s trying to recruit him for The Cave and I’m helping.” He sounds so proud at the end of that.
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| Micah. |
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| Mano. |
Jax looks at me. The heat of it all has me nodding for some reason. Fuck, I’m just a glutton for punishment tonight. The hot cop says, “Sure, it’s cool with us.” He focuses back on me, “You ready?” I nod. I’ve got the poppers in hand, but I don’t plan on taking them. I breathe in deeply and out slowly. I’m relaxed. Jax lubes up his hands. He starts jerking his dick with his right.
Suddenly, it gets real for me. One slick finger presses against my taint. The gasp as it presses inside me. Mano, the shorter guy asks, “What? Has he never -” Jax just shakes his head. “Wow. Fuck, man, I wish I’d met him first.” He turns to Micah, “No offense. I just love breaking alpha tops and look at this one. He’s fucking built like a tank, but he’s moaning like a bitch.”
I’d go off on the guy, but Jax has his finger deep inside me and I need to focus on that. Oh fuck. I’m tight. But I’m handling it. My dick is hard. I lift my legs higher and brace them on Jax’s shoulders. He’s being gentle and slow. Jax adds a second finger. I squeeze the poppers, but I resist the urge. After a moment, it feels good. When he hits my spot, I let out a long moan.
The short guy laughs, “Yeah, that’s it, bitch. Take your new daddy in deep. You’re gonna love getting flipped, boy. Opening a whole new world for your former alpha brain.”
Jax ignores the commentary. We lock eyes and he’s compelling me to focus on him. I do. The hot cop pulls out. I watch as he sheathes his cock with a condom. Okay. It’s happening. I picked the wrong fucking cock to start with, but I’m not quitting now. I beg, “Please, Jax. Just fuck me.” The short guy laughs, but Jax keeps his neutral look and nods at me.
When the covered tip presses against my hole, I close my eyes. I feel a light slap on my cheek. TAP! “Eyes on me, man. It’ll be a lot easier if you focus on me.” I open my eyes and nod. I stare at his handsome face. He pushes past my ring, and I gasp, but I accept him. I hear a comment like I was a born bottom from the sidelines but fuck them. Focus on Jax, not the young punk.
Focus on the first man to take my ass.
I cry out, but I stay focused on Jax, and it does help. I stare up at his face as he grunts. I feel him filling me up. I grimace. My hand squeezes the poppers bottle. He says there’s no shame in taking a hit, but I shake my head. I tell him, “No! I want to feel this. I want to feel you inside me!” Jax cracks a smile for the first time. He leans in, sinking deeper. Oh god, is he in, yet?
Jax stops. The short stud comments, “Yeah, balls deep in a muscle bitch. Beautiful sight.” He looks at Micah, “You want be him, don’t you?” The blond muscleboy giggles and blushes.
I look back at the hot cop. I nod my head, “I’m good. Fuck me, Jax.” He starts pumping back and forth. I’ve adjusted and I’m actually enjoying this. I moan, “Oh god, that’s feels so good! Oh fuck, it hurts, but I love it!” Jax starts fucking me harder. He’s been a good guy, but now that I’m begging, he’s pounding me fast and strong, slamming all the way every thrust.
As Jax pounds my hole, the shorter one laughs, “Fuck, yeah, stud. Make that muscleboy your bitch. Hang around, bottom boy. My buddy Cesar and I can take your ass later. You’ll never wanna top again after we’re done with you.”
Shit, I lose focus. I feel embarrassed. Big, tough, hockey superstar, caught on the mat, getting plowed by the hunky cop. At least they don’t know who I am. I never thought I’d be happy about not being recognized. The moment of humiliation passes fast with Jax slamming my hole for his big finish. It’s all I can do to take it. I put all my energy into enjoying the hot cop’s cock.
Jax slows up. He orders me, “Jerk yourself, man. Cover those muscles in your seed.”
My cock is throbbing, so I obediently grab my cock. As I start pumping, I realize that this is one less load I can dump in some other bottom tonight. I groan at the realization that Jax isn’t just fucking me. By forcing me to give up my load, he’s hurting my chance to fuck someone else. I’m gasping as my load builds fast. Like it or not, the relentless hammering has me primed.
UH! UH! Oh god! I’m so - AHHHH! I cry out as my cum erupts. My body tenses as I shoot my first shot up my torso and line my face. Rope and rope fire up my chiseled torso! The short guy laughs, “Fuck, that boy was full.” He asks the bigger blond one, “You think can match that?” The cute muscleboy just giggles. Meanwhile, I’m milking every drop out of me.
My hand falls to the side, crashing onto the mat. PLOP! Jax picks up speed. He ravages my hole. Oh fuck, my whole body is tingling. I writhe against the power of his cock, fighting to stay in control. My cock grows again. No! Not again! The shorter observer says, “Hold up, he’s gonna blow again!” He’s right. I arch my back, and my untouched cock explodes again.
It’s a small, weak load. Dribbling after the first couple of shots. Still, it hurts, and my balls are so tight. I moan loudly, tears forming as my body keeps trying to fire out cum that’s not there. My big cock softens and shrivels and my drained body collapses. Jax keeps pounding me, but I’m a dead puck on the mat. He pulls out. I struggle to lift my head and look up at him.
Fuck, he’s gorgeous. His thick, dark cock is even bigger than mine. When it’s fully hard, I mean. Right now, any cock is bigger than my drained nub. Those pecs that drew me in are heaving, standing proudly up and out. I watch him pump his bare cock for a few jerks before Jax adds his load on top of mine. His hot white seed coats my cum-lined abs as he shoots all over me.
When the top is done with me, he stands up. I softly say, “Thanks, Jax.” The two observers congratulate him, and the attendant starts cleaning around me. I close my eyes. I’m covered in two huge loads (and one tiny aftershock). My hole is stretched after getting plowed by Jax’s thick cock. And I didn’t hate it. I need a minute to get my head right. The hot cop heads to the shower with an offer for me to join him.
Fuck, this is not what I expected tonight. I’m not sure if I’ll fuck anyone tonight, but I’m sure as hell not getting DP’ed by the short alpha and his buddy. I just want some time to figure out what all this means. Maybe talk to Cage about it.
It’s a good thing no one knows who I am. At least it’s anonymous.
Hot breath hits my nose. I open my eyes to see Micah, the bigger observer, leaning over me, looking down. Blond, young, and smiling, he’s really cute. And built. Definitely a big boy. Maybe he’ll bottom for me? Although maybe not, after witnessing me being dominated. And my cock isn’t ready for action anyway. He stares at me intently. I can turn this around, if I want to.
While I’m thinking, Micah asks, “Darcy McEwen? You are him, right?” Fuck. I sigh, but I nod. “So cool. My dad has a box at Crowns Center. I had such a crush on you when I was a kid. Hey, can I get a picture of us together?”
Oh, great. NOW someone fucking recognizes me.
THE PARTY CONTINUES IN AMU 250.1: MANO & MICAH.
Like any good soap opera, this party is going to last a while. Unlike my past milestone stories, this series focuses mostly on the unsung Cave wrestlers. The night will be filled with underused characters of the past 12 years (and two new ones, including Darcy), here’s a sampling of who else will see action during the night …
Like any good soap opera, this party is going to last a while. Unlike my past milestone stories, this series focuses mostly on the unsung Cave wrestlers. The night will be filled with underused characters of the past 12 years (and two new ones, including Darcy), here’s a sampling of who else will see action during the night …
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| (Top row, L to R: Javi, Larry, Mylon Bottom row, L to R: Nasir, Rufus (new), Vincent) |
WOW!!! What a great and fun event! It’s so good to see faces from the earliest days of The Cave such as Camo, Mako, and Micah.
ReplyDeleteI’m a bit surprised to see Javi on the guest list. That will be interesting for sure!
Also, how is an already-inebriated Ryan gonna handle all his various boyfriends being in the same place at the same time? Talk about the potential for drama!
Thanks for throwing this epic party, Alex. I know you’ve been planning it for quite some time!
-JS
Thanks! Yeah, I dug into the archives for this one. As for Ryan, Luke and Pete have made other arrangements (per the previous story), but we’ll more of Corey after the party.
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