SOME GUY'S ROOFTOP DECK.
A GUY NAMED RYAN'S 30TH BIRTHDAY PARTY.
“Fuck, Cesar. Just look at all this ass.”
My buddy nods, “Mano, you are the luckiest bastard I know. Thanks for bringing me along. Damn. All these stripped down, horny muscleboys and they come in every flavor.”
I look around at the crowd of musclemen in pro wrestling gear. They’re all drinking and having a great time. They’re mostly naked, but I’m focused on their butts, seeing which one I want to fuck first. Three floors of man-cunts for the taking. Some of them might think they’re tops but fuck that. I’ve broken enough so-called alphas to know they’re all open for the right guy.
And tonight, that right guy is me.
“I don’t know where to fucking start.”
My buddy nods, “Yeah, when you told me that your latest hookup invited you to his birthday party, I thought the guy sounded pathetic. What kind of loser invites a one-night hookup?” I smirk, knowing Cesar said he’d only stay for a few minutes, and I owed him for even coming. Now, who owes who? “Fuck, your birthday bitch is the coolest guy ever.”
“I told you it was legit. Ryan wants me to wrestle for his website. The Cave. I get why he thinks this will convince me. If he’s gonna feed me dudes like these guys, I gotta consider it.”
We keep moving to the rooftop bar. We go non-alcoholic. I’m gonna keep my brain right for the hunt. There’s my big man. The birthday boy himself. It was cool, breaking down a 6’4”/250-lbs beast like that. In this crowd, I’m too short for him to see me, so I circle closer. We lock eyes. He salutes with a smile. I nod back. Maybe I should say ‘hey’, but he’s surrounded by a swarm of guys. He looks away. We’re good. Time to have some fun.
Yeah, I’m short. Just 5’7”. But I’m wide. 160-lbs of muscle. I’m Hawaiian, with smooth bronzed skin and short dark hair. I’m 21 and the most common things guys say to me is that I'm cute. Cute. I’ll take it. Guys underestimate me all the time. I attract a ton of alpha males, which suits me, because I love being a top breaker and tops love it when I take control. Just like Ryan.
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| Me. (Mano) |
Cesar and me split up. We’ll meet up later and maybe hunt some couples, but for now, I want a fucking appetizer. Start with someone easy. Someone big who’ll drop to his knees immediately. Get some sweat on my muscles and the smell of sex as my cologne. I did pushups, curls, a d squats in the main floor gym, so I’m pumped as fuck. Hm. That guy’s hot. Him, too.
Wait a minute.
There’s my boy. What a fucking stud. He’s gotta be 6’1” and 200-lbs, at least. Big muscles. Smooth body. Tiny pink briefs. People think I look like a babyface? This guy’s the definition of it. He’s like a gorgeous angel. Pouty lips, big eyes, and not a mark on him. Dirty blond hair. Put it all together and he’s fucking perfect. Perfect timing. He’s leaving the group he’s talking to.
I march right up to him before anyone else can grab him, “Hey, buddy. I’m Mano.”
“Oh, hi ... buddy? I’m Micah. Do I know you?”
“Not yet. Can I get you a drink, Micah?”
The muscleboy holds up his arm. Yellow band. “I’m only 20.”
“I won’t tell if you won’t.”
Whoops, Micah doesn’t look impressed. What, is he some kinda prude? “Underage drinking could get Cody in trouble. I don’t want that. You shouldn’t either.”
I try to save the deal, “Got it. Although … I was invited here by the owner of The Cave. The guy whose party this is. He really wants me to join his little wrestling league. So, I might get a pass on a little trouble.” I flirt, “What kind of trouble are you into, Micah?”
That seems to change things. The hunky stud asks, “Really? You’re going to join The Cave?”
I shrug, keeping cool, “Maybe. Dude offered, but I’m seeing how tonight goes. If I have a good time, I’ll probably join.”
“Well, I wrestle for The Cave. I’m Ace. A hero. Aligned with The Bat. So, if you want any tips or anything?” Micah leans into me, “Maybe a practice match? There are mats downstairs in the all the bedrooms. Or the ring in the parking lot. We could roll around. I can show you what The Cave is all about.” He giggles. “There’re the characters. The wrestling. And the stakes.”
This was even easier than expected. Didn’t even need a line.
“The stakes. Yeah, I’m real curious about those, Ace. C’mon, show me how those work.”
Micah smiles broadly. I put my hand on his lower back to signify ownership and lead him to the stairs. Before we head down, I see Cesar working some guy. He sees what I’ve caught, and his eyes go wide. He smiles at me and shakes his head as he gives me a small thumbs up. My hand slides to Micah’s ass and the big boy just smiles down at me. Too fucking easy.
“Wait here, guys. Sounds like they’re wrapping up.”
Damn, I wanna fuck Ace now. Or at least shove my cock in his mouth. Fucker loves to talk. Too bad he’s a flaky idiot. He’s so fucking lucky he’s so pretty. And must be from a rich family. I’ve learned that he doesn’t work, but from everything he says and does, he’s got a fuckload of money. He’s hung, but I don’t care about that. It’s his fat and juicy ass that has me drooling.
I ask the lean guy monitoring the doors, “How’d you get stuck doing this?”
“Stuck? No, not stuck. I jumped at the chance. I know the guys because I work for an indie fed that shares space with the Cave. This pays and I really need the cash. All I need to do is keep track of three bedrooms and clean up. Food’s good. Music’s hot. Scenery’s the best.” The doorman grins, “Hot studs like you come to me.” He turns, “Oh, hold on.”
When the door opens, I see two gorgeous muscle studs. Big boys. One’s a hot Black stud. Looks like he won. Other’s a more muscular white guy. He definitely lost. Doesn’t look too happy. We go in after the doorman. He tries to kick us out, but Micah knows the guy who won. He asks if we can watch, and he agrees. Hot. My big muscleboy is a kinky fucker.
The big men have their fun and hit the shower. The doorman wipes down the mats as Micah and I stretch out. I rub on him while we warm up, leading him into partner stretches. He giggles and loves my hands all over him. I go for it and grip his ass. He eagerly backs into my hand, telling me he’s open for business. I wanna jump to stakes (fucking), but he’s not there, yet.
I get Micah on his back and lift his left leg. As I push it with my shoulder, he moans. I slide in so my bulge is pressed against his ass and my hand is on his pec. Ace looks up at me as I do it. He blinks but lets me massage his meaty chest. I tweak his nipple, and he flinches. I switch legs and get even more aggressive with feeling him up. He’s moaning, all in on everything.
We’re ready to go. I’m not shy and I’m tired of waiting. I move in. Micah towers over me. Fuck, he’s big. And solid. Our bodies press together. He asks, “How much pro wrestling do you know?” I admit not much. Just watched a little. The big muscleboy nods, “Great. Let’s start from the beginning.” I roll my eyes. He says, “No, it’ll be fun. I promise.”
Micah holds up his arms. We do a lock up. I push against him. Ace is a strong boy. He guides me through a series of moves, letting me take control on every one. This is hot. Especially him giving up control to me so easily. Micah’s encouraging and a good teacher. Even though it’s play, we’re quickly sweating and breathing harder. Now, our muscles are really pumped.
We get rolling around on the mat. My hands are roaming all over him, but he’s matching me hand for hand. I like this. What I’m not liking as much is how he can move me like I weigh nothing. I know I’m giving up 7” and 50-lbs, but the kid knows how to wrestle. More than me. Any time I stop wrestling, he takes over. I have to focus and listen to his stupid ‘lessons’.
We only go for a few minutes, but I’m really getting the hang of it. Ace calls me a natural. I start moving him around. I’m strong, too. I put him on his stomach, so I can grind on his ass. When he throws me off, I see his pink trunks are pulling away from his body. Not designed for the size of his meat and ass. I tackle him down and pin him, rubbing my junk on his face. He likes that.
Ace reaches up and rubs my body. He pushes me back so I’m sitting on his chest. I let him worship me a little. He says, “You know, Mano, you’re a classic fireplug. You have the best kind of body for wrestling. Compact. Strong. Smooth. I can really see you beating guys out of your weight class.”
“I see me beating one right now.” Micah giggles. I reach back and grab hold of his big package. He groans. When I start fondling it, the big muscleboy arches his back, loving it. He never stops rubbing his hands all over me. “And he doesn’t seem to mind, either.”
Micah looks up at me, “He doesn’t.”
The two musclestuds from earlier finally come out of the bathroom. The way the big white muscleman is walking in his tiny white floral trunks, he got fucked again in the shower. He said this was his first time bottoming but looks like he’s found his new role in life. They leave without acknowledging us. Micah and I focus on each other again. I rub his pouty lips.
The blond muscleboy says, “If you want to impress Cody, I have a couple more tricks to show you.” I roll my eyes. He says, “Promise. A few more moves then stakes. Trust me.”
I’ve come this far. I’ll play along a little longer. And it is fun. “Okay.” I slide off. I ask, "Hey, who’s this Cody guy you keep talking about? I figured he was the bartender when you said he’d get in trouble for underage drinking, but then you said his name to that Jax guy and again just now. He a friend of yours?”
Micah freezes and looks shocked, “Cody. The owner of The Cave. You’re at his party.”
I look at him, surprised. “What? He told me his name is Ryan. And all the signs say Happy Birthday, Ry or Ryan.”
“Ryan? That’s the guy you’ve been talking about? Not Cody? You mean, Cody doesn’t know who the heck you are?” I shake my head. Micah scowls at me, “You said the owner of The Cave wanted to recruit you.”
I shrug, “Ryan said he was the owner.”
Pouty lips. “Technically. I suppose he is AN owner. He’s not THE owner. Cody is THE boss. He’s THE Bat. THE star. Without him, there’s no Cave. Ryan’s just a computer nerd who got lucky having a gorgeous, generous, and brilliant friend like Cody.” Micah looks annoyed. He says, “You also said you knew the guy whose party this is.”
“Isn’t it for Ryan?”
Micah looks like he’s sulking, “Okay, technically. I can see how someone who doesn’t know the deal could think that. But let me fill you in. It’s Cody’s party. He’s the star tonight and why it’s so cool and perfect.” The big blond pauses. “Huh. So, this means that Cody doesn’t care if you join The Cave or not? He won’t be happy if you do or sad if you don’t?”
I get more focused, feeling like I might lose this kid. I rub my dick, “If Cody owns The Cave, he’ll care.” The muscleboy is thinking. I add, “I’ll definitely tell this Cody guy that you sold me on the deal when I meet him, Micah.” I flex one arm and point at my hard cock stretching across my pelvis in my tights, “You gotta know that he’ll want this on his team.”
Micah grins, “That’s true. Cody doesn’t care, YET. But he will. IF you join.” The blond smiles, “But he won’t be mad if you don’t join …” He nods, “Okay, let’s keep going.” I relax. Thank god. Messing around with him has made me too horny for his hole to start over with some other guy. The boy looks even hotter. “Let’s stop practicing and start really wrestling.”
“Sounds good, Ace.”
Micah gets on his knees, rolls his shoulders back, and puffs out his meaty chest, “If you wanna impress Cody, you need to learn how to wrestle better before your tryout.” I notice his tone has changed. Deeper. More intense. The giggling is gone. Definitely hotter. “I can teach you.”
“I think I was doing okay at the end. Moving you around.”
“I was letting you dominate me, Mano.” Micah says, “You figured I was easy. An appetizer. A sexy boy to get your rocks off before you move on to find a real man.” Damn, the boy ain’t as dumb as I thought. With a smirk, he says, “But you really prefer a challenge. Earning a real man’s ass. That’s what really turns you on, isn’t it?”
“Fuck yeah.” I like this turn. The goofy boy is talking like a tough punk. He’s way sexier this way. My lucky night just got luckier. “You think you can gimme a challenge, boy?”
Micah smiles, “I know it. I can own your cute little alpha top ass on the mat. Lemme show you what The Cave is really like for rookies.”
The blond stud dives at me. He easily barrels me down. SPLAT! I struggle and squirm under him, but he’s fully engaged. I realize he’s been playing me. Going easy. Playing around. Hiding his strength and skill. Yeah, I knew that, but it’s like he flipped a switch from beta bottom to alpha beast. Fuck! I did not come here to get dominated and fucked by some pretty rich boy.
Question is, can I stop him?
Ace lets me get to my feet. We move in. I know I can’t lock up with him. That’d be stupid. I dive in low, going for a leg. As I move low, he grabs me around the waist, locking his hands over my stomach. Before I can topple him, the muscleboy is powering me up. He easily lifts me into a reverse upside down bearhug. OOF! I hang in his arms as he crushes my midsection.
Fuck! I reach down, but I can’t reach the floor. I kick my legs, hoping to hit something, but that doesn’t work. Micah bounces me and I feel like I might puke. Breathing gets harder as he squeezes. Fuck! The blood is rushing to my head. He starts swinging me around. My arms sway left to right, and I have to fight to keep my legs up. I reach up and grab his forearms.
As I’m trying to figure out what to do, Ace goes first. He swings me hard to the left. As I do, he shifts his grip and grabs under my back. Suddenly, I’m cradled in his arms like a bottom on his wedding night as he’s carried across the threshold. I get no time to be humiliated, because the big muscleboy drops to one knee, bringing me onto his leg in an over-the-knee backbreaker! KRAKT! Fuck, that hurt!
Micah keeps me on his leg, pushing my head and leg down. I groan in pain, trying to focus. He giggles, “You’re so sexy, Mano. I’m glad you wanted to wrestle.” I moan. Now the humiliation comes. He’s using his boyish, idiot voice while he tortures my fucking spine. He’s mocking me. His hand leaves my chin. It roams over my pecs, feeling them up. “Yeah, a sexy little stud.”
I try to crunch up so I can hit him with a forearm or elbow, but he presses down on my chest. I’m blocked and held down. His hand moves to my stomach. “These are so tight. Abs always look good stretched out in this hold. Don’t you think?” He laughs, “Oh, wait, I forgot. You can’t see your own abs right now.” I growl, but I can’t say anything. Not when I’m helpless.
Ace punches down on my stomach. POW! THUD! POW! I cough and sputter. When I tighten them and try to rise, again, he sees it coming and blocks me. THUD! POW! THUD! The muscleboy slides his other hand up my leg to my bulge. He rubs it. I let out an involuntary moan. It does feel good. Micah has a talented hand and despite my position, I like it.
“You’re a real big man down here, aren’t you, Mano? Is that why you’re so cocky? Because you’re so big?” The muscleboy giggles, “It’s okay, though. It’s hot on you. The cockiness, I mean. I have a thing for confident, kind of arrogant, men with big dicks.”
Ace pushes me off his leg. I roll to the opposite wall, getting out of reach. Not that it matters. He doesn’t even try to follow up. The muscleboy just rises and grins at me. I get up. He walks at me slowly. Closing the gap. Daring me to try something. I decide to lock up with him this time. We lock up. I lift my foot at his abs. THUD! He bends forward into a front facelock.
Before I can do anything, Micah grabs me around my body. He grabs my ass cheeks and stands up, lifting me onto his shoulder. I still have his head trapped, but I can’t do much. The big muscleboy drops forward fast, bringing me down on his leg with an atomic drop. CRACK! ARGH! My taint hits and pain shoots up through my spine. He pushes me off him with authority.
I land hard on my back. As I roll to rise, I get dragged up. Ace scoops me across his chest. he bodyslams me onto the mat. BOOM! Oh, fuck, that hurt, and it wasn’t even that hard. Ace is relentless, using his strength and size to overpower me. He’s already dragging me up. I get to hands and knees when he shoves my head between his legs. UNH! His thick thighs close up.
The standing head scissors has me seeing stars. Micah tests, “Too bad this isn’t a Cave match. Fans would love to see me flexing over you. I’m flexing over you, Mano. Can you picture it?” I push on his legs, hoping I can slip free, but no way. Fortunately, he opens up. I fight back, punching him in the gut, but he shakes it off. He knees my pecs, and I fly backward, landing on my back. WHOMP! SPLAT!
Micah grabs my legs. He lifts them up and flips me over into a Boston crab. ARGH! When he sits down, my back screams again. Damn. I pound the mat, but I won’t give up. I moan and whimper as I try to think about how to escape. I can’t overpower him. He drops one of my legs, switching to a single leg crab. It’s a little less bad, but he starts fondling my junk again.
“Yeah, you sure are packing some heat down here.”
The muscleboy really cranks on the crab and I cry out. His grip moves to my balls. He fondles them. He slides his hands over my tights up along the routine of my shaft. It’s real seductive. Too bad my back is cramping up, so I can’t enjoy it. Ace is toying with me. Making me his bitch. Fuck, this sucks. With his hand teasing me, I’m growing, just out of our horny energy, but I do NOT want this. Micah takes pit on me and lets my leg go.
I lie face down on the mat. Sweaty and moaning. I got suckered good. He grabs my hair and pulls me up onto my knees. Micah bends me backwards and locks my head under his arm in a dragon sleeper. UNH! I’m bent back on my knees, swinging my arms and only hitting his rock-solid muscles. WUMP! BOP! WHAP! It does nothing. He’s strong and has the dragon locked in.
I’m fucked.
“Do you usually dominate guy by beating them up, Mano? Are you a bully?”
I grunt into his armpit, “NO!”
Micah reaches down and forces his hand inside my tights. He grabs my cock, “This is so big. Too bad you won’t get to use it, because you can’t beat me up.” He growls. “Silly man. If you can only dominate a guy physically you shouldn’t challenge guys like me. I’m bigger. Stronger. And a way better wrestler. Better stick with twinks if that’s your one and only move.”
Fuck. I moan at being mocked, but I listen to what he’s saying. The muscleboy is kicking my ass, but the way he’s working my cock tells me he wants my thick stick. Ace is right. I can’t beat him at wrestling, but that’s never how I get guys anyway. I seduce them. I break down their resistance. He’s challenging me to prove why I’m a fucking alpha top. A real one.
The muscleboy says, “It takes real skill to dominate a strong guy, Mano. Like Cody. There’s a real man. He dominates without any trash talk or anything. He just knows how to make a man submit without doing anything but being himself. I can put you out. Can you stop me?”
I lick his armpit. The giggling returns. His big muscle body twitches as he works my dick harder. Micah even lets out a soft, “stop.” I reach up and caress his arms. I’ve been an idiot, playing his game instead of my own. And I’ve been such an idiot that he had to tell me what to do about it. I drink in his sweaty pit as I swivel my hips, sliding my cock in his hand.
Micah encourages me, “Ooh, you’re thick, too, Mano.” I open my mouth and suck on his armpit while my hands roam. The dragon doesn’t get tighter. He giggles, “Oh, bad boy! That’s cheating. UNH!”
Yeah. I get his message loud and clear.
Still, the big boy isn’t just bending over for me. He tries to pull his hand off my cock. But now that I’ve got my head right, that ain’t happening. I reach down and grab his muscular forearm, forcing his hand to stay in my tights. It doesn’t take anything more to get him to grip my meat again. This dragon sleeper is loose now. I could break free, but instead, I keep going.
I add nibbling to my sucking, marking the muscleboy. He’s gonna have a sweet love bite as a reminder of me. I put my right hand over his hand on my cock. I make him squeeze harder. It makes my monster dick grow and grow. I show him how to work a monster dick. Yeah, I understand the path to getting what we both want — me plowing his huge ass.
I finally decide to move. I twist in his loose grip and slip free. His hand comes out of my tights. I turn to face him. He dives at me, tackling me again. BOOM! OOF! He’s a lot of man. When he’s sitting pretty on top, I throw my right hand up, gripping his perky nipple. Micah gasps. I force my left hand onto his chin, sliding my middle finger into his mouth. I tell him, “Suck it, boy.” He shakes his head, but a rough twist of his nipple corrects him. He sucks like a good boy.
Micah shifts, still straddling me, but sliding back. He rests his ass on my bulge. I tell him, “Yeah, good boy. You want another finger?” The blond muscleboy shakes his head. “Too bad.” I add my index finger. I’m being gentle with his nipple as I explore his mouth. I move my hips to dry hump him. He presses down and moves with me. Micah closes his eyes, loving it.
I pull to the side and roll us over. He willingly goes to the left and we switch positions. I bring my wet fingers out of his mouth. I grab his wrists and pin them to the mat. Micah squirms but doesn’t power out. I slide up until my bulge smothers his face. Moving my hips, I grind all over him, covering his pretty face with my crotch sweat. He just moans and takes it.
Ace bridges, but all that does is push my manhood onto his face even harder. I can hear him breathing hard. The muscleboy is breathing me in, inhaling long and slow. He pushes up and twists, throwing me off. I roll onto one knee. He rolls onto his side, shaking out his head. I leap over him. I slap on a rear naked choke before he can turn. When he rolls, I get under him.
I wrap my legs around his waist. The muscleboy’s shoulders are so broad that he can’t elbow or reach back and grab me. He’s struggling as I keep a tight grip. I don’t know if I could knock him out, but I’m not even trying. It’s kind of a risk, but Ace basically told me how to beat him. He’s gonna struggle, but I know guys and I don’t think he’s gonna crush me anymore.
I wanna play with him and I’m confident that he wants to be played with.
I still gotta stay on my toes, though. Micah is fighting me. Like big time. Fuck, the big muscleboy is a fucking beast. I tighten up on the choke and he lets out a dramatic moan. Ace arches his back and grabs my forearm. He stops struggling for a second. I tell him, “Yeah, be a good boy. That’s my sexy pup.” He whimpers and sinks against me. “Want to go to sleep?”
Ace shakes his shakes and cries out, “No!”
“I’ll let go, but you gotta let me have my way with you for a full minute.”
“Oh!” I tighten up. The muscleboy agrees, “Yes, okay! One minute!”
“Good boy.”
I let him go and put Ace on his back. He lies there like a good boy. I tell him, “Count the seconds. Nice and slow.” The gorgeous musclehunk nods as I go to work, exploring his big, beautiful body. I massage his meaty pecs, spreading my oversized paws over them. When I add pressure, the muscleboy gasps and arches his back under me. I laugh. He’s so cute.
I stretch out on top of him and press my lips on his. I grind my bulge on his abs as we start to make out. I own his mouth while my hand caresses his neck. Ace wanted me to show him how I dominate. Well, kid, this is how I take control of guys who are bigger than me. The way Micah responds tells me he’s loving it. His pouty lips are so soft. I start to lose myself in the kiss.
Ace caresses my sides. I keep humping his stomach. I slide off his lips to attack the right side of his neck. I pin his left arm up over his head, moving it over so I can hold it with my left hand while massaging his left armpit with my right hand. Ace is squirming under me, unable to control himself. He whimpers, letting out soft, encouraging words. I softly kiss his ear.
I pull up and look him in the eye, “How long’s it been, boy?”
The muscleboy’s eyes go wide, “I lost count.”
I don’t admit that I knew he would. Instead, I tell him, “Start counting.”
“Okay, I think I was at 30 when I … got really distracted.”
I shake my head, “No. Start from one.”
“But …”
“Start from one, boy. Otherwise I’ll spend the next 30 seconds giving you another mark.” I slide my hand and find the one I gave him in the armpit. I press on it and he groans. “Only this time, it’ll be on your neck for everyone at the party to see who owns you.”
Micah nods, “Yes, Sir. One. Two.”
“Slower. Start again.”
“One.” Pause. “Two.”
I nod and slide off him. His pink spandex wrapped bulge is huge. Not as big as mine, but the muscleboy is loving this. I grab his bulge and swing around, smothering him with mine. I fondle his meat. I feel his mouth open up as he starts sucking on the tight of my tights. I shift so he can find my sweaty, wrapped balls. Yeah, that’s it. I tickle the inside of his upper leg.
Ace twitches under me while I tease and tickle him. He’s snorting and squirming. He playfully says, “Stop!” I ask if he’s still mine for a minute. He confirms that he is. In addition to the verbal confirmation, I can see how much he’s liking me toying with him. His cock is throbbing. I lean down and kiss his pelvis. It settles him down, but he’s moaning like crazy. The boy is mine.
I sit back, resting my butt on his face. I rub his stomach. So sexy. I punch it a few times. THUD! THUD! THUD! He groans into my ass. THUD! THUD! THUD! Ace reaches up and rubs my thighs in my flaming tights. The wet spot in his tiny pink trunks is obvious. I put my hand inside and swipe some of the leakage off the tip of his dick. I spin and mount him. I put my finger in his mouth, making him lick off his pre-cum.
When I’m done, I put my lips on his and own him again. Lips to neck to ear. He writhes underneath me. I put my armpit over his face and he goes to town on it. The muscleboy is hungry. He slurps up my sweat, worshipping me like a good boy. It feels great. I wanted a quick fuck, but I’m stretching things out with Micah. He’s a lot more interesting than I expected.
Ace finally pushes me off. He says, “That was a minute.” I just smirk. He giggles, “Maybe a little more. I lost count again. A couple of times.”
“It’s okay, boy. I understand.”
I stand up and help him up. I pull Ace into a bearhug. He moans. With his height advantage, the muscleboy’s arms rest on my shoulders. I can really go hard on him. He’s so solid, but he’s moaning in pain. He cries out and throws his head back while I squeeze him as hard as I can. “Oh fuck!” I kiss his collarbone. He falls forward into me, so I start sucking on his Adam’s apple.
Micah’s thick arms fall down. I let go and push him against the wall. WHOMP! I move in and grab his thick head of hair. I pull him down into a rough kiss. I grab his bulge and he’s putty in my hands. The muscleboy dances and squirms, shifting around, gasping into my mouth. He puts his hands on me, pushing but not that hard. The combination of moves has him weak.
I break. I push him against the wall, this time spinning him around. He goes in front-first. SPLAT! I pull down the back of his pink trunks, wedging them under his huge ass cheeks. Damn, they’re massive and flawless. The pink spandex is lifting them. Not that the perfect mounds need any help, but it perks them up to look even fatter. I drive my body on top of his. WHAM! OOF!
I grind on his bare ass as I force Ace into a full nelson. He’s a little too tall and his shoulders a little too wide, but he doesn’t resist, giving me the time I need to slap it on. I use the hold to keep him steady as I dry hump him. The muscleboy backs into it, sticking out his ass against me. I tighten up on the nelson and he lets out a slow moan. Finally, he powers out.
Ace moves in for a lockup. I duck and spin, slipping behind the big man. One of the few benefits of giving up 7 inches and 50-lbs. Facing his broad back, I see my target. My left middle finger goes for it. I part his mountainous ass cheeks and find pay dirt. I penetrate his hole, my thick finger powering inside the massive muscleboy. Micah gasps in shock.
With my right hand, I grab his hair his thick, silky hair. As Micah tries to pull away, I pull back on his head while driving my finger in. His hips go forward and I grab around his head, pulling him into a standing dragon sleeper. Ace is really bent back, having to come down to my level. I slip my finger free and rake my fingers up his abs. He groans. I feel up his thick torso. Solid.
The muscleboy whimpers as I toy with his body. His big bulge is trapped by the pink spandex, stretching it out. Trunks pulled down and as hard as he is, I know that’s gotta be painful. I Talk tough, asking him how he likes it. Ace moans and his feet shuffle to stay up. I massage his pecs. When I squeeze and twist his left nipple, his arms swing wildly and he dances for me.
“Yeah, you’re my big boy now, aren’t you?” Micah denies it. I laugh, “Yeah, you are. You wanna get fucked by my big dick, don’t you?” A soft moan into my armpit. “It’s cool, Ace. We both know you want it. Lemme make it easy for you.”
I ease up on the dragon sleeper. I push him to standing and he wobbles a bit. Before the muscleboy can get steady, I get my shoulders squared up against his back. I reach over his shoulder and grab his chin. I squat and pull him back. He falls across my shoulders and I squat up, lifting him into a torture rack. ARGH! Micah’s a lot of man to control, but I can handle it.
Ace cries out, his back feeling the power of my rack. He hangs limp across my shoulders. My big paws have a strong grip inside his leg and on his head. The big beefcake is going nowhere. The buff blond boy is moaning and it’s so fucking sexy. I’m almost as hard as he is. I tell him, “I can lift 210 all day, big boy! Give up! I’m owning your ass, Ace!”
I pull down on his head and leg to emphasize my dominance. He gets it.
“I GIVE! I SUBMIT!”
“Yeah, you do.”
I shrug him off, letting him fall to mat. SPLAT! Micah lands hard and rolls onto his back. His arms and legs are stretched out. The muscleboy looks beautiful, all spreadeagle and sweaty. I put my foot on his big pec and flex a bicep over him. He grins as he looks up at me weakly. I gotta admire his body. His face. That package. But mostly his attitude. He’s such a good boy.
“Look how fucking hard you are, boy.”
I’ve got my paw on Micah’s crotch, massaging it. He is a big boy. I’m always surprised when big-dicked muscleboys turn out to be bottoms. It feels like a waste of equipment. I’m not gonna kid myself that he didn’t hand me the win. Well, he at least guided me to it. The boy is a chameleon, switching between his simple idiot act and being smart and scheming. I like it.
“You got me that hard, Mano. You really tricked me.” On the mat, he flexes his big biceps. “My big muscles were no match for you. What are you going to do now? Cave rules mean you get to take stakes and I have to go along with them.”
I smirk and play along. Fuck, this boy has my cock hurting in my tights. I let go of his junk and pull his trunks off him. He lifts his hips to make it easier. With the muscleboy naked, I mount him. I slide up and lean in, rubbing the front of my tights all over his face. Ace grabs my ass and pulls down, smothering himself. Micah makes a dramatic inhale, loudly taking in my musk.
The hunky muscleboy opens his mouth and he sucks on my rod. He slurps in the sweat from my tights. Fuck, that feels good. “You’re a hungry pup, ain’t you, boy?” Ace just nods, his mouth full of spandex and dick, but calling him a pup has him going even harder on me. Maybe that’s a thing for him? I rub the top of his head, “Good boy. Suck on that dick, pup.”
I finally pull my meat away. I don’t wanna cum in my tights. I roll back and stand over him. I pull my tights down over my ass and down in front, letting my cock spring free. Ace groans when he sees it. The muscleboy says, “Mmm, it’s so big. I have a thing for big dicks.” I laugh. He’s licking his lips, so as soon as I’m naked, I pull him up to his knees by his hair. He loves that.
I swing my hips, smacking him across the face with my monster meat. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! His eyes close and he lets out an excited grunt. When I look down past my cock, I can see that his big meat is leaking, too. Such a waste. Who knows, maybe he tops other guys. Yeah, I bet he does. That gets me going as I shove my cock into his mouth. Yeah, that’s it. I bet he’s a beast most of the time. Not that I needed more motivation, but that’s a thing for me.
Ace takes my cock like a stud. He’s good at it. I guess he does have a thing for big dicks, because he sure knows how to handle mine. Knowing he can take it, I pick up speed, face fucking him harder. He gags but doesn’t try to pull off. I push in deeper. He can push me off any time he wants, but he doesn’t. He actually leans into it, choking himself on my meat.
The muscleboy brings his hand up to the base of my cock. He’s moving his head and pumping. Oh fuck. I’m just standing here, letting him own my monster rod. I could seriously shoot down his throat right this second. He’s that good. I pull back and free. Micah smiles up at me, looking dazed. His cute face is red from choking on my meat and spit runs down his chin.
I toss him lube and grab a condom. I watch as he opens himself up. He looks like such a whore as he fingers his hole, putting on a sexy show for me. I idly jerk myself, “Damn, pup, you want it bad.” The muscleboy nods and confirms it. “You ready, Ace?” Another eager nod. “Let’s go. I’m taking my pup doggy style.” He rolls into position in a flash. Ass up. Shoulders down.
I groan as he flaunts his flawless bubble butt at me. I use my finger to open him up a little more. The muscle pup moans. Time for the main event. I grab his hips as I move into position. I slowly drive my giant cock inside him. Ace moans loudly, but he begs for more, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I’m impressed. “Give it all to me, Mano! Please!” Fuck, the pup does love big dicks.
By the time I’m balls deep with my hips pushing against his mountainous butt cheeks, Ace is whimpering. I’m moaning, too. He’s fucking tight. I lean forward as I slide my hands forward, up his sides, resting them on his back. I start pumping, slowly sliding back and forth. The gorgeous stud tells me how good it feels. I pick up speed, going harder and he begs for more.
I growl, “You keep begging like that and you’re gonna spoil me, pup.”
Ace giggles, “Split me in two, Mano! Wreck my hole!”
“You shouldn’t say that.”
“Please? Gimme everything!”
I can’t say no. I start slamming into him. Ace cries out, his shoulders tensing. He tells me how big I am. How good it feels. I ruthlessly hammer his hole, but there’s no breaking this pup. He’s fucking insatiable. I’m grunting now, sweating as I work to destroy his ass. Pup is finally moaning. His voice is shaky as he tells me how good it feels. Feels good for me, too.
The fuck is brutal. One of the roughest I’ve ever done. Maybe the roughest. Ace can handle it. Fuck, did I get lucky tonight. He’s a special pup. I slow my pace, breaking up the hammering. Ace pushes up a bit. He arches his back and brings his head back. I think it’s an invitation. I reach out and grab one shoulder and his hair. I pull his head back even more. He groans.
Using the muscle pup to support myself, I pick up steam again. He looks so good on my monster rod, but he feels even better. Big Ace suddenly flexes his butt cheeks. It clenches down on my cock. On fuck! He pushes back into my thrusts, taking me even deeper. Oh fuck, that’s hot. He’s breathing harder. So am I. I’m gasping. Ace warns me, “I’m cumming, Mano!”
The muscle pup lets out a long, slow groan as he explodes hands free. His body tenses and his hole tightens. I keep roughly fucking him, loving how his orgasm has him clamping down on my dick. When he settles down, his butt relaxes. I’m so close. I slide out of his hole. I take off the condom. Ace turns and dives in. I can’t stop him. I fall back as he engulfs my fucking cock.
I land flat on my back. His magical mouth goes to work. I grab his head in both my hands. Big Ace is going all the way down. Oh fuck. This pup is the best! His mouth and hand have me breathing faster. I want this to last, but I can’t. I can’t hold out. The muscleboy is torturing me in the best way possible, drawing my cum outta me. I moan and warn him I’m gonna cum.
Ace slides up to suck on my head while his hand pumps my shaft. Seconds later, I lose it. I erupt, filling his mouth with my seed. The gorgeous pup drinks it down, sucking my load out like my dick was a straw. His hand is so tight on my rod. It feels so good while he fucking milks me. He just keeps drinking my cum down and forcing more out. Oh fuck, my body’s tingling!
I run dry, my body convulsing. Ace lets go and collapses beside me. I pull him close. The muscle pup curls up beside me. We don’t say anything. We just lie here.
Fuck. I did not expect this.
The doorman pokes his head in, “If you guys are done, can you move to the showers? There’s a wait list starting.”
I nod. “C’mon, Ace.” I rise and reach down. Micah grabs my hand and I help him up. OOF. He’s a heavy boy. When we hit the shower, I ask, “You feeling good, pup?”
The big muscle boy nods with his big goofy smile, “Yes, Sir.” How he switches between sweet and serious, shallow and deep, has my mind going. There’s something about this guy. While I’m staring up at him, he asks, “So, Mano, have you made up your mind on The Cave?”
I keep cool as he starts soaping my chest, “Not sure, Ace. This was hot, but I’m not so big on getting fucked. I gotta get better at wrestling. Maybe you and me can have another training session sometime soon. You can come over to my place. I got a big bed just perfect for wrestling down a big pup like you.”
Micah giggles, “Arf.” He caresses my arms with his soapy hands, “Cody would probably let me use the ring. He’s a great guy. Really generous. If you want the real experience, I mean. We can do a lot more in a ring than on a bed.”
“Sure, that sounds fun, pup.” I order, “Turn around, I’ll get your backside. Again.”
Ace giggles.
THE PARTY CONTINUES IN 250.2: JAVI VS. VINCENT
“Oh, hi ... buddy? I’m Micah. Do I know you?”
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| Micah. |
The muscleboy holds up his arm. Yellow band. “I’m only 20.”
“I won’t tell if you won’t.”
Whoops, Micah doesn’t look impressed. What, is he some kinda prude? “Underage drinking could get Cody in trouble. I don’t want that. You shouldn’t either.”
I try to save the deal, “Got it. Although … I was invited here by the owner of The Cave. The guy whose party this is. He really wants me to join his little wrestling league. So, I might get a pass on a little trouble.” I flirt, “What kind of trouble are you into, Micah?”
That seems to change things. The hunky stud asks, “Really? You’re going to join The Cave?”
I shrug, keeping cool, “Maybe. Dude offered, but I’m seeing how tonight goes. If I have a good time, I’ll probably join.”
“Well, I wrestle for The Cave. I’m Ace. A hero. Aligned with The Bat. So, if you want any tips or anything?” Micah leans into me, “Maybe a practice match? There are mats downstairs in the all the bedrooms. Or the ring in the parking lot. We could roll around. I can show you what The Cave is all about.” He giggles. “There’re the characters. The wrestling. And the stakes.”
This was even easier than expected. Didn’t even need a line.
“The stakes. Yeah, I’m real curious about those, Ace. C’mon, show me how those work.”
Micah smiles broadly. I put my hand on his lower back to signify ownership and lead him to the stairs. Before we head down, I see Cesar working some guy. He sees what I’ve caught, and his eyes go wide. He smiles at me and shakes his head as he gives me a small thumbs up. My hand slides to Micah’s ass and the big boy just smiles down at me. Too fucking easy.
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WRESTLING MICAH, THE PRETTYBOY BOTTOM.
“Wait here, guys. Sounds like they’re wrapping up.”
Damn, I wanna fuck Ace now. Or at least shove my cock in his mouth. Fucker loves to talk. Too bad he’s a flaky idiot. He’s so fucking lucky he’s so pretty. And must be from a rich family. I’ve learned that he doesn’t work, but from everything he says and does, he’s got a fuckload of money. He’s hung, but I don’t care about that. It’s his fat and juicy ass that has me drooling.
I ask the lean guy monitoring the doors, “How’d you get stuck doing this?”
“Stuck? No, not stuck. I jumped at the chance. I know the guys because I work for an indie fed that shares space with the Cave. This pays and I really need the cash. All I need to do is keep track of three bedrooms and clean up. Food’s good. Music’s hot. Scenery’s the best.” The doorman grins, “Hot studs like you come to me.” He turns, “Oh, hold on.”
When the door opens, I see two gorgeous muscle studs. Big boys. One’s a hot Black stud. Looks like he won. Other’s a more muscular white guy. He definitely lost. Doesn’t look too happy. We go in after the doorman. He tries to kick us out, but Micah knows the guy who won. He asks if we can watch, and he agrees. Hot. My big muscleboy is a kinky fucker.
The big men have their fun and hit the shower. The doorman wipes down the mats as Micah and I stretch out. I rub on him while we warm up, leading him into partner stretches. He giggles and loves my hands all over him. I go for it and grip his ass. He eagerly backs into my hand, telling me he’s open for business. I wanna jump to stakes (fucking), but he’s not there, yet.
I get Micah on his back and lift his left leg. As I push it with my shoulder, he moans. I slide in so my bulge is pressed against his ass and my hand is on his pec. Ace looks up at me as I do it. He blinks but lets me massage his meaty chest. I tweak his nipple, and he flinches. I switch legs and get even more aggressive with feeling him up. He’s moaning, all in on everything.
We’re ready to go. I’m not shy and I’m tired of waiting. I move in. Micah towers over me. Fuck, he’s big. And solid. Our bodies press together. He asks, “How much pro wrestling do you know?” I admit not much. Just watched a little. The big muscleboy nods, “Great. Let’s start from the beginning.” I roll my eyes. He says, “No, it’ll be fun. I promise.”
Micah holds up his arms. We do a lock up. I push against him. Ace is a strong boy. He guides me through a series of moves, letting me take control on every one. This is hot. Especially him giving up control to me so easily. Micah’s encouraging and a good teacher. Even though it’s play, we’re quickly sweating and breathing harder. Now, our muscles are really pumped.
We get rolling around on the mat. My hands are roaming all over him, but he’s matching me hand for hand. I like this. What I’m not liking as much is how he can move me like I weigh nothing. I know I’m giving up 7” and 50-lbs, but the kid knows how to wrestle. More than me. Any time I stop wrestling, he takes over. I have to focus and listen to his stupid ‘lessons’.
We only go for a few minutes, but I’m really getting the hang of it. Ace calls me a natural. I start moving him around. I’m strong, too. I put him on his stomach, so I can grind on his ass. When he throws me off, I see his pink trunks are pulling away from his body. Not designed for the size of his meat and ass. I tackle him down and pin him, rubbing my junk on his face. He likes that.
Ace reaches up and rubs my body. He pushes me back so I’m sitting on his chest. I let him worship me a little. He says, “You know, Mano, you’re a classic fireplug. You have the best kind of body for wrestling. Compact. Strong. Smooth. I can really see you beating guys out of your weight class.”
“I see me beating one right now.” Micah giggles. I reach back and grab hold of his big package. He groans. When I start fondling it, the big muscleboy arches his back, loving it. He never stops rubbing his hands all over me. “And he doesn’t seem to mind, either.”
Micah looks up at me, “He doesn’t.”
The two musclestuds from earlier finally come out of the bathroom. The way the big white muscleman is walking in his tiny white floral trunks, he got fucked again in the shower. He said this was his first time bottoming but looks like he’s found his new role in life. They leave without acknowledging us. Micah and I focus on each other again. I rub his pouty lips.
The blond muscleboy says, “If you want to impress Cody, I have a couple more tricks to show you.” I roll my eyes. He says, “Promise. A few more moves then stakes. Trust me.”
I’ve come this far. I’ll play along a little longer. And it is fun. “Okay.” I slide off. I ask, "Hey, who’s this Cody guy you keep talking about? I figured he was the bartender when you said he’d get in trouble for underage drinking, but then you said his name to that Jax guy and again just now. He a friend of yours?”
Micah freezes and looks shocked, “Cody. The owner of The Cave. You’re at his party.”
I look at him, surprised. “What? He told me his name is Ryan. And all the signs say Happy Birthday, Ry or Ryan.”
“Ryan? That’s the guy you’ve been talking about? Not Cody? You mean, Cody doesn’t know who the heck you are?” I shake my head. Micah scowls at me, “You said the owner of The Cave wanted to recruit you.”
I shrug, “Ryan said he was the owner.”
Pouty lips. “Technically. I suppose he is AN owner. He’s not THE owner. Cody is THE boss. He’s THE Bat. THE star. Without him, there’s no Cave. Ryan’s just a computer nerd who got lucky having a gorgeous, generous, and brilliant friend like Cody.” Micah looks annoyed. He says, “You also said you knew the guy whose party this is.”
“Isn’t it for Ryan?”
Micah looks like he’s sulking, “Okay, technically. I can see how someone who doesn’t know the deal could think that. But let me fill you in. It’s Cody’s party. He’s the star tonight and why it’s so cool and perfect.” The big blond pauses. “Huh. So, this means that Cody doesn’t care if you join The Cave or not? He won’t be happy if you do or sad if you don’t?”
I get more focused, feeling like I might lose this kid. I rub my dick, “If Cody owns The Cave, he’ll care.” The muscleboy is thinking. I add, “I’ll definitely tell this Cody guy that you sold me on the deal when I meet him, Micah.” I flex one arm and point at my hard cock stretching across my pelvis in my tights, “You gotta know that he’ll want this on his team.”
Micah grins, “That’s true. Cody doesn’t care, YET. But he will. IF you join.” The blond smiles, “But he won’t be mad if you don’t join …” He nods, “Okay, let’s keep going.” I relax. Thank god. Messing around with him has made me too horny for his hole to start over with some other guy. The boy looks even hotter. “Let’s stop practicing and start really wrestling.”
“Sounds good, Ace.”
Micah gets on his knees, rolls his shoulders back, and puffs out his meaty chest, “If you wanna impress Cody, you need to learn how to wrestle better before your tryout.” I notice his tone has changed. Deeper. More intense. The giggling is gone. Definitely hotter. “I can teach you.”
“I think I was doing okay at the end. Moving you around.”
“I was letting you dominate me, Mano.” Micah says, “You figured I was easy. An appetizer. A sexy boy to get your rocks off before you move on to find a real man.” Damn, the boy ain’t as dumb as I thought. With a smirk, he says, “But you really prefer a challenge. Earning a real man’s ass. That’s what really turns you on, isn’t it?”
“Fuck yeah.” I like this turn. The goofy boy is talking like a tough punk. He’s way sexier this way. My lucky night just got luckier. “You think you can gimme a challenge, boy?”
Micah smiles, “I know it. I can own your cute little alpha top ass on the mat. Lemme show you what The Cave is really like for rookies.”
The blond stud dives at me. He easily barrels me down. SPLAT! I struggle and squirm under him, but he’s fully engaged. I realize he’s been playing me. Going easy. Playing around. Hiding his strength and skill. Yeah, I knew that, but it’s like he flipped a switch from beta bottom to alpha beast. Fuck! I did not come here to get dominated and fucked by some pretty rich boy.
Question is, can I stop him?
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WRESTLING MICAH, THE MUSCLEBOY BEAST.
Ace lets me get to my feet. We move in. I know I can’t lock up with him. That’d be stupid. I dive in low, going for a leg. As I move low, he grabs me around the waist, locking his hands over my stomach. Before I can topple him, the muscleboy is powering me up. He easily lifts me into a reverse upside down bearhug. OOF! I hang in his arms as he crushes my midsection.
Fuck! I reach down, but I can’t reach the floor. I kick my legs, hoping to hit something, but that doesn’t work. Micah bounces me and I feel like I might puke. Breathing gets harder as he squeezes. Fuck! The blood is rushing to my head. He starts swinging me around. My arms sway left to right, and I have to fight to keep my legs up. I reach up and grab his forearms.
As I’m trying to figure out what to do, Ace goes first. He swings me hard to the left. As I do, he shifts his grip and grabs under my back. Suddenly, I’m cradled in his arms like a bottom on his wedding night as he’s carried across the threshold. I get no time to be humiliated, because the big muscleboy drops to one knee, bringing me onto his leg in an over-the-knee backbreaker! KRAKT! Fuck, that hurt!
Micah keeps me on his leg, pushing my head and leg down. I groan in pain, trying to focus. He giggles, “You’re so sexy, Mano. I’m glad you wanted to wrestle.” I moan. Now the humiliation comes. He’s using his boyish, idiot voice while he tortures my fucking spine. He’s mocking me. His hand leaves my chin. It roams over my pecs, feeling them up. “Yeah, a sexy little stud.”
I try to crunch up so I can hit him with a forearm or elbow, but he presses down on my chest. I’m blocked and held down. His hand moves to my stomach. “These are so tight. Abs always look good stretched out in this hold. Don’t you think?” He laughs, “Oh, wait, I forgot. You can’t see your own abs right now.” I growl, but I can’t say anything. Not when I’m helpless.
Ace punches down on my stomach. POW! THUD! POW! I cough and sputter. When I tighten them and try to rise, again, he sees it coming and blocks me. THUD! POW! THUD! The muscleboy slides his other hand up my leg to my bulge. He rubs it. I let out an involuntary moan. It does feel good. Micah has a talented hand and despite my position, I like it.
“You’re a real big man down here, aren’t you, Mano? Is that why you’re so cocky? Because you’re so big?” The muscleboy giggles, “It’s okay, though. It’s hot on you. The cockiness, I mean. I have a thing for confident, kind of arrogant, men with big dicks.”
Ace pushes me off his leg. I roll to the opposite wall, getting out of reach. Not that it matters. He doesn’t even try to follow up. The muscleboy just rises and grins at me. I get up. He walks at me slowly. Closing the gap. Daring me to try something. I decide to lock up with him this time. We lock up. I lift my foot at his abs. THUD! He bends forward into a front facelock.
Before I can do anything, Micah grabs me around my body. He grabs my ass cheeks and stands up, lifting me onto his shoulder. I still have his head trapped, but I can’t do much. The big muscleboy drops forward fast, bringing me down on his leg with an atomic drop. CRACK! ARGH! My taint hits and pain shoots up through my spine. He pushes me off him with authority.
I land hard on my back. As I roll to rise, I get dragged up. Ace scoops me across his chest. he bodyslams me onto the mat. BOOM! Oh, fuck, that hurt, and it wasn’t even that hard. Ace is relentless, using his strength and size to overpower me. He’s already dragging me up. I get to hands and knees when he shoves my head between his legs. UNH! His thick thighs close up.
The standing head scissors has me seeing stars. Micah tests, “Too bad this isn’t a Cave match. Fans would love to see me flexing over you. I’m flexing over you, Mano. Can you picture it?” I push on his legs, hoping I can slip free, but no way. Fortunately, he opens up. I fight back, punching him in the gut, but he shakes it off. He knees my pecs, and I fly backward, landing on my back. WHOMP! SPLAT!
Micah grabs my legs. He lifts them up and flips me over into a Boston crab. ARGH! When he sits down, my back screams again. Damn. I pound the mat, but I won’t give up. I moan and whimper as I try to think about how to escape. I can’t overpower him. He drops one of my legs, switching to a single leg crab. It’s a little less bad, but he starts fondling my junk again.
“Yeah, you sure are packing some heat down here.”
The muscleboy really cranks on the crab and I cry out. His grip moves to my balls. He fondles them. He slides his hands over my tights up along the routine of my shaft. It’s real seductive. Too bad my back is cramping up, so I can’t enjoy it. Ace is toying with me. Making me his bitch. Fuck, this sucks. With his hand teasing me, I’m growing, just out of our horny energy, but I do NOT want this. Micah takes pit on me and lets my leg go.
I lie face down on the mat. Sweaty and moaning. I got suckered good. He grabs my hair and pulls me up onto my knees. Micah bends me backwards and locks my head under his arm in a dragon sleeper. UNH! I’m bent back on my knees, swinging my arms and only hitting his rock-solid muscles. WUMP! BOP! WHAP! It does nothing. He’s strong and has the dragon locked in.
I’m fucked.
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MICAH TEACHES ME A LESSON.
“Do you usually dominate guy by beating them up, Mano? Are you a bully?”
I grunt into his armpit, “NO!”
Micah reaches down and forces his hand inside my tights. He grabs my cock, “This is so big. Too bad you won’t get to use it, because you can’t beat me up.” He growls. “Silly man. If you can only dominate a guy physically you shouldn’t challenge guys like me. I’m bigger. Stronger. And a way better wrestler. Better stick with twinks if that’s your one and only move.”
Fuck. I moan at being mocked, but I listen to what he’s saying. The muscleboy is kicking my ass, but the way he’s working my cock tells me he wants my thick stick. Ace is right. I can’t beat him at wrestling, but that’s never how I get guys anyway. I seduce them. I break down their resistance. He’s challenging me to prove why I’m a fucking alpha top. A real one.
The muscleboy says, “It takes real skill to dominate a strong guy, Mano. Like Cody. There’s a real man. He dominates without any trash talk or anything. He just knows how to make a man submit without doing anything but being himself. I can put you out. Can you stop me?”
I lick his armpit. The giggling returns. His big muscle body twitches as he works my dick harder. Micah even lets out a soft, “stop.” I reach up and caress his arms. I’ve been an idiot, playing his game instead of my own. And I’ve been such an idiot that he had to tell me what to do about it. I drink in his sweaty pit as I swivel my hips, sliding my cock in his hand.
Micah encourages me, “Ooh, you’re thick, too, Mano.” I open my mouth and suck on his armpit while my hands roam. The dragon doesn’t get tighter. He giggles, “Oh, bad boy! That’s cheating. UNH!”
Yeah. I get his message loud and clear.
Still, the big boy isn’t just bending over for me. He tries to pull his hand off my cock. But now that I’ve got my head right, that ain’t happening. I reach down and grab his muscular forearm, forcing his hand to stay in my tights. It doesn’t take anything more to get him to grip my meat again. This dragon sleeper is loose now. I could break free, but instead, I keep going.
I add nibbling to my sucking, marking the muscleboy. He’s gonna have a sweet love bite as a reminder of me. I put my right hand over his hand on my cock. I make him squeeze harder. It makes my monster dick grow and grow. I show him how to work a monster dick. Yeah, I understand the path to getting what we both want — me plowing his huge ass.
I finally decide to move. I twist in his loose grip and slip free. His hand comes out of my tights. I turn to face him. He dives at me, tackling me again. BOOM! OOF! He’s a lot of man. When he’s sitting pretty on top, I throw my right hand up, gripping his perky nipple. Micah gasps. I force my left hand onto his chin, sliding my middle finger into his mouth. I tell him, “Suck it, boy.” He shakes his head, but a rough twist of his nipple corrects him. He sucks like a good boy.
Micah shifts, still straddling me, but sliding back. He rests his ass on my bulge. I tell him, “Yeah, good boy. You want another finger?” The blond muscleboy shakes his head. “Too bad.” I add my index finger. I’m being gentle with his nipple as I explore his mouth. I move my hips to dry hump him. He presses down and moves with me. Micah closes his eyes, loving it.
I pull to the side and roll us over. He willingly goes to the left and we switch positions. I bring my wet fingers out of his mouth. I grab his wrists and pin them to the mat. Micah squirms but doesn’t power out. I slide up until my bulge smothers his face. Moving my hips, I grind all over him, covering his pretty face with my crotch sweat. He just moans and takes it.
Ace bridges, but all that does is push my manhood onto his face even harder. I can hear him breathing hard. The muscleboy is breathing me in, inhaling long and slow. He pushes up and twists, throwing me off. I roll onto one knee. He rolls onto his side, shaking out his head. I leap over him. I slap on a rear naked choke before he can turn. When he rolls, I get under him.
I wrap my legs around his waist. The muscleboy’s shoulders are so broad that he can’t elbow or reach back and grab me. He’s struggling as I keep a tight grip. I don’t know if I could knock him out, but I’m not even trying. It’s kind of a risk, but Ace basically told me how to beat him. He’s gonna struggle, but I know guys and I don’t think he’s gonna crush me anymore.
I wanna play with him and I’m confident that he wants to be played with.
I still gotta stay on my toes, though. Micah is fighting me. Like big time. Fuck, the big muscleboy is a fucking beast. I tighten up on the choke and he lets out a dramatic moan. Ace arches his back and grabs my forearm. He stops struggling for a second. I tell him, “Yeah, be a good boy. That’s my sexy pup.” He whimpers and sinks against me. “Want to go to sleep?”
Ace shakes his shakes and cries out, “No!”
“I’ll let go, but you gotta let me have my way with you for a full minute.”
“Oh!” I tighten up. The muscleboy agrees, “Yes, okay! One minute!”
“Good boy.”
I let him go and put Ace on his back. He lies there like a good boy. I tell him, “Count the seconds. Nice and slow.” The gorgeous musclehunk nods as I go to work, exploring his big, beautiful body. I massage his meaty pecs, spreading my oversized paws over them. When I add pressure, the muscleboy gasps and arches his back under me. I laugh. He’s so cute.
I stretch out on top of him and press my lips on his. I grind my bulge on his abs as we start to make out. I own his mouth while my hand caresses his neck. Ace wanted me to show him how I dominate. Well, kid, this is how I take control of guys who are bigger than me. The way Micah responds tells me he’s loving it. His pouty lips are so soft. I start to lose myself in the kiss.
Ace caresses my sides. I keep humping his stomach. I slide off his lips to attack the right side of his neck. I pin his left arm up over his head, moving it over so I can hold it with my left hand while massaging his left armpit with my right hand. Ace is squirming under me, unable to control himself. He whimpers, letting out soft, encouraging words. I softly kiss his ear.
I pull up and look him in the eye, “How long’s it been, boy?”
The muscleboy’s eyes go wide, “I lost count.”
I don’t admit that I knew he would. Instead, I tell him, “Start counting.”
“Okay, I think I was at 30 when I … got really distracted.”
I shake my head, “No. Start from one.”
“But …”
“Start from one, boy. Otherwise I’ll spend the next 30 seconds giving you another mark.” I slide my hand and find the one I gave him in the armpit. I press on it and he groans. “Only this time, it’ll be on your neck for everyone at the party to see who owns you.”
Micah nods, “Yes, Sir. One. Two.”
“Slower. Start again.”
“One.” Pause. “Two.”
I nod and slide off him. His pink spandex wrapped bulge is huge. Not as big as mine, but the muscleboy is loving this. I grab his bulge and swing around, smothering him with mine. I fondle his meat. I feel his mouth open up as he starts sucking on the tight of my tights. I shift so he can find my sweaty, wrapped balls. Yeah, that’s it. I tickle the inside of his upper leg.
Ace twitches under me while I tease and tickle him. He’s snorting and squirming. He playfully says, “Stop!” I ask if he’s still mine for a minute. He confirms that he is. In addition to the verbal confirmation, I can see how much he’s liking me toying with him. His cock is throbbing. I lean down and kiss his pelvis. It settles him down, but he’s moaning like crazy. The boy is mine.
I sit back, resting my butt on his face. I rub his stomach. So sexy. I punch it a few times. THUD! THUD! THUD! He groans into my ass. THUD! THUD! THUD! Ace reaches up and rubs my thighs in my flaming tights. The wet spot in his tiny pink trunks is obvious. I put my hand inside and swipe some of the leakage off the tip of his dick. I spin and mount him. I put my finger in his mouth, making him lick off his pre-cum.
When I’m done, I put my lips on his and own him again. Lips to neck to ear. He writhes underneath me. I put my armpit over his face and he goes to town on it. The muscleboy is hungry. He slurps up my sweat, worshipping me like a good boy. It feels great. I wanted a quick fuck, but I’m stretching things out with Micah. He’s a lot more interesting than I expected.
Ace finally pushes me off. He says, “That was a minute.” I just smirk. He giggles, “Maybe a little more. I lost count again. A couple of times.”
“It’s okay, boy. I understand.”
I stand up and help him up. I pull Ace into a bearhug. He moans. With his height advantage, the muscleboy’s arms rest on my shoulders. I can really go hard on him. He’s so solid, but he’s moaning in pain. He cries out and throws his head back while I squeeze him as hard as I can. “Oh fuck!” I kiss his collarbone. He falls forward into me, so I start sucking on his Adam’s apple.
Micah’s thick arms fall down. I let go and push him against the wall. WHOMP! I move in and grab his thick head of hair. I pull him down into a rough kiss. I grab his bulge and he’s putty in my hands. The muscleboy dances and squirms, shifting around, gasping into my mouth. He puts his hands on me, pushing but not that hard. The combination of moves has him weak.
I break. I push him against the wall, this time spinning him around. He goes in front-first. SPLAT! I pull down the back of his pink trunks, wedging them under his huge ass cheeks. Damn, they’re massive and flawless. The pink spandex is lifting them. Not that the perfect mounds need any help, but it perks them up to look even fatter. I drive my body on top of his. WHAM! OOF!
I grind on his bare ass as I force Ace into a full nelson. He’s a little too tall and his shoulders a little too wide, but he doesn’t resist, giving me the time I need to slap it on. I use the hold to keep him steady as I dry hump him. The muscleboy backs into it, sticking out his ass against me. I tighten up on the nelson and he lets out a slow moan. Finally, he powers out.
Ace moves in for a lockup. I duck and spin, slipping behind the big man. One of the few benefits of giving up 7 inches and 50-lbs. Facing his broad back, I see my target. My left middle finger goes for it. I part his mountainous ass cheeks and find pay dirt. I penetrate his hole, my thick finger powering inside the massive muscleboy. Micah gasps in shock.
With my right hand, I grab his hair his thick, silky hair. As Micah tries to pull away, I pull back on his head while driving my finger in. His hips go forward and I grab around his head, pulling him into a standing dragon sleeper. Ace is really bent back, having to come down to my level. I slip my finger free and rake my fingers up his abs. He groans. I feel up his thick torso. Solid.
The muscleboy whimpers as I toy with his body. His big bulge is trapped by the pink spandex, stretching it out. Trunks pulled down and as hard as he is, I know that’s gotta be painful. I Talk tough, asking him how he likes it. Ace moans and his feet shuffle to stay up. I massage his pecs. When I squeeze and twist his left nipple, his arms swing wildly and he dances for me.
“Yeah, you’re my big boy now, aren’t you?” Micah denies it. I laugh, “Yeah, you are. You wanna get fucked by my big dick, don’t you?” A soft moan into my armpit. “It’s cool, Ace. We both know you want it. Lemme make it easy for you.”
I ease up on the dragon sleeper. I push him to standing and he wobbles a bit. Before the muscleboy can get steady, I get my shoulders squared up against his back. I reach over his shoulder and grab his chin. I squat and pull him back. He falls across my shoulders and I squat up, lifting him into a torture rack. ARGH! Micah’s a lot of man to control, but I can handle it.
Ace cries out, his back feeling the power of my rack. He hangs limp across my shoulders. My big paws have a strong grip inside his leg and on his head. The big beefcake is going nowhere. The buff blond boy is moaning and it’s so fucking sexy. I’m almost as hard as he is. I tell him, “I can lift 210 all day, big boy! Give up! I’m owning your ass, Ace!”
I pull down on his head and leg to emphasize my dominance. He gets it.
“I GIVE! I SUBMIT!”
“Yeah, you do.”
I shrug him off, letting him fall to mat. SPLAT! Micah lands hard and rolls onto his back. His arms and legs are stretched out. The muscleboy looks beautiful, all spreadeagle and sweaty. I put my foot on his big pec and flex a bicep over him. He grins as he looks up at me weakly. I gotta admire his body. His face. That package. But mostly his attitude. He’s such a good boy.
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FUCKING ACE.
“Look how fucking hard you are, boy.”
I’ve got my paw on Micah’s crotch, massaging it. He is a big boy. I’m always surprised when big-dicked muscleboys turn out to be bottoms. It feels like a waste of equipment. I’m not gonna kid myself that he didn’t hand me the win. Well, he at least guided me to it. The boy is a chameleon, switching between his simple idiot act and being smart and scheming. I like it.
“You got me that hard, Mano. You really tricked me.” On the mat, he flexes his big biceps. “My big muscles were no match for you. What are you going to do now? Cave rules mean you get to take stakes and I have to go along with them.”
I smirk and play along. Fuck, this boy has my cock hurting in my tights. I let go of his junk and pull his trunks off him. He lifts his hips to make it easier. With the muscleboy naked, I mount him. I slide up and lean in, rubbing the front of my tights all over his face. Ace grabs my ass and pulls down, smothering himself. Micah makes a dramatic inhale, loudly taking in my musk.
The hunky muscleboy opens his mouth and he sucks on my rod. He slurps in the sweat from my tights. Fuck, that feels good. “You’re a hungry pup, ain’t you, boy?” Ace just nods, his mouth full of spandex and dick, but calling him a pup has him going even harder on me. Maybe that’s a thing for him? I rub the top of his head, “Good boy. Suck on that dick, pup.”
I finally pull my meat away. I don’t wanna cum in my tights. I roll back and stand over him. I pull my tights down over my ass and down in front, letting my cock spring free. Ace groans when he sees it. The muscleboy says, “Mmm, it’s so big. I have a thing for big dicks.” I laugh. He’s licking his lips, so as soon as I’m naked, I pull him up to his knees by his hair. He loves that.
I swing my hips, smacking him across the face with my monster meat. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! His eyes close and he lets out an excited grunt. When I look down past my cock, I can see that his big meat is leaking, too. Such a waste. Who knows, maybe he tops other guys. Yeah, I bet he does. That gets me going as I shove my cock into his mouth. Yeah, that’s it. I bet he’s a beast most of the time. Not that I needed more motivation, but that’s a thing for me.
Ace takes my cock like a stud. He’s good at it. I guess he does have a thing for big dicks, because he sure knows how to handle mine. Knowing he can take it, I pick up speed, face fucking him harder. He gags but doesn’t try to pull off. I push in deeper. He can push me off any time he wants, but he doesn’t. He actually leans into it, choking himself on my meat.
The muscleboy brings his hand up to the base of my cock. He’s moving his head and pumping. Oh fuck. I’m just standing here, letting him own my monster rod. I could seriously shoot down his throat right this second. He’s that good. I pull back and free. Micah smiles up at me, looking dazed. His cute face is red from choking on my meat and spit runs down his chin.
I toss him lube and grab a condom. I watch as he opens himself up. He looks like such a whore as he fingers his hole, putting on a sexy show for me. I idly jerk myself, “Damn, pup, you want it bad.” The muscleboy nods and confirms it. “You ready, Ace?” Another eager nod. “Let’s go. I’m taking my pup doggy style.” He rolls into position in a flash. Ass up. Shoulders down.
I groan as he flaunts his flawless bubble butt at me. I use my finger to open him up a little more. The muscle pup moans. Time for the main event. I grab his hips as I move into position. I slowly drive my giant cock inside him. Ace moans loudly, but he begs for more, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I’m impressed. “Give it all to me, Mano! Please!” Fuck, the pup does love big dicks.
By the time I’m balls deep with my hips pushing against his mountainous butt cheeks, Ace is whimpering. I’m moaning, too. He’s fucking tight. I lean forward as I slide my hands forward, up his sides, resting them on his back. I start pumping, slowly sliding back and forth. The gorgeous stud tells me how good it feels. I pick up speed, going harder and he begs for more.
I growl, “You keep begging like that and you’re gonna spoil me, pup.”
Ace giggles, “Split me in two, Mano! Wreck my hole!”
“You shouldn’t say that.”
“Please? Gimme everything!”
I can’t say no. I start slamming into him. Ace cries out, his shoulders tensing. He tells me how big I am. How good it feels. I ruthlessly hammer his hole, but there’s no breaking this pup. He’s fucking insatiable. I’m grunting now, sweating as I work to destroy his ass. Pup is finally moaning. His voice is shaky as he tells me how good it feels. Feels good for me, too.
The fuck is brutal. One of the roughest I’ve ever done. Maybe the roughest. Ace can handle it. Fuck, did I get lucky tonight. He’s a special pup. I slow my pace, breaking up the hammering. Ace pushes up a bit. He arches his back and brings his head back. I think it’s an invitation. I reach out and grab one shoulder and his hair. I pull his head back even more. He groans.
Using the muscle pup to support myself, I pick up steam again. He looks so good on my monster rod, but he feels even better. Big Ace suddenly flexes his butt cheeks. It clenches down on my cock. On fuck! He pushes back into my thrusts, taking me even deeper. Oh fuck, that’s hot. He’s breathing harder. So am I. I’m gasping. Ace warns me, “I’m cumming, Mano!”
The muscle pup lets out a long, slow groan as he explodes hands free. His body tenses and his hole tightens. I keep roughly fucking him, loving how his orgasm has him clamping down on my dick. When he settles down, his butt relaxes. I’m so close. I slide out of his hole. I take off the condom. Ace turns and dives in. I can’t stop him. I fall back as he engulfs my fucking cock.
I land flat on my back. His magical mouth goes to work. I grab his head in both my hands. Big Ace is going all the way down. Oh fuck. This pup is the best! His mouth and hand have me breathing faster. I want this to last, but I can’t. I can’t hold out. The muscleboy is torturing me in the best way possible, drawing my cum outta me. I moan and warn him I’m gonna cum.
Ace slides up to suck on my head while his hand pumps my shaft. Seconds later, I lose it. I erupt, filling his mouth with my seed. The gorgeous pup drinks it down, sucking my load out like my dick was a straw. His hand is so tight on my rod. It feels so good while he fucking milks me. He just keeps drinking my cum down and forcing more out. Oh fuck, my body’s tingling!
I run dry, my body convulsing. Ace lets go and collapses beside me. I pull him close. The muscle pup curls up beside me. We don’t say anything. We just lie here.
Fuck. I did not expect this.
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WHAT’S NEXT?
The doorman pokes his head in, “If you guys are done, can you move to the showers? There’s a wait list starting.”
I nod. “C’mon, Ace.” I rise and reach down. Micah grabs my hand and I help him up. OOF. He’s a heavy boy. When we hit the shower, I ask, “You feeling good, pup?”
The big muscle boy nods with his big goofy smile, “Yes, Sir.” How he switches between sweet and serious, shallow and deep, has my mind going. There’s something about this guy. While I’m staring up at him, he asks, “So, Mano, have you made up your mind on The Cave?”
I keep cool as he starts soaping my chest, “Not sure, Ace. This was hot, but I’m not so big on getting fucked. I gotta get better at wrestling. Maybe you and me can have another training session sometime soon. You can come over to my place. I got a big bed just perfect for wrestling down a big pup like you.”
Micah giggles, “Arf.” He caresses my arms with his soapy hands, “Cody would probably let me use the ring. He’s a great guy. Really generous. If you want the real experience, I mean. We can do a lot more in a ring than on a bed.”
“Sure, that sounds fun, pup.” I order, “Turn around, I’ll get your backside. Again.”
Ace giggles.
THE END.
THE PARTY CONTINUES IN 250.2: JAVI VS. VINCENT
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