LOS ANGELES. MY BOSS’ HIGH SCHOOL BUDDY’S BIRTHDAY PARTY.
AND THE MOST IMPORTANT NIGHT OF MY BOSS’ LIFE.
“Man, I gotta show some fuckin’ skin, boss. You and me in this pro wrestlin’ shit? It’s gonna be so fuckin’ easy to shake down these rich assholes.”
“Rufus. Language. We’re not shaking anyone down.”
I nod, adjustin’ my tone for my boss, “Sincerest apologies, Mr. Dustin, Sir.”
I give Dustin a big bow, puttin’ my right forearm on my stomach and swingin’ my left arm out to the side. When I stand up, I see my boss ain’t laughin’. He’s givin’ me a look that tells me he’s not in the mood to screw around. I get it. We traveled across the country for this birthday party. It could be the most important night of his life. And mine, since his charity is my job.
I smile, “Seriously, man, you know I’ll be on my best behavior. But if I’m gonna tell ‘em how you helped me get off the streets, I gotta sound a little street.”
“Tonight, just be yourself, have fun, and -” Dustin puts his pink 21+ wristband beside my neon yellow under 21 one, “- no booze. The meetings aren’t until Monday. Yeah, we’ll meet some people, but tonight, we don’t need to sell except by our actions. If we make a scene or offend the wrong guy, it’s over. This is just a birthday party for my friend from high school.”
“All expenses paid, man.”
We head up the stairs. It’s already been the best day of my life. Gettin’ all this alone time with my sexy boss. Yeah, I got a crush on Dustin. Have since I was 13 and I walked in the door to his gym. More than just that, this is huge for me. Bein’ on a plane. Stayin’ with him in a fancy hotel that even has free wifi and breakfast. We went to the beach. That was so cool.
I gotta distract myself by askin’ again, “So, this guy really gonna get you the cash you need?”
My boss smiles, “He’s going to try. Cody’s only helping me out. It’s on me to make it happen.”
Dustin drifts off, same as he always does whenever we talk about this Cody guy and the birthday boy Ryan. I got friends from high school, too, but I ain’t never had that look. I’m kinda suspicious, meetin’ ‘em. Dustin acts like they’re gods or something. Me? I’m not so easy to impress. I know everyone’s runnin’ some kind of game. Except Dustin. Only man I trust.
My boss runs a program for ‘troubled youth’. That’s what folks like to call guys like me. From 13 to 18, I learned how to channel my anger through MMA. But before I could train, I had to do my homework and learn some life shit. That was the deal. Some guys drop out. They just wanted to fight. I stuck with it. Enjoyed gettin’ fed, a roof over my head, and treated like a man. Now, I’m workin’ with him part-time while I go to college with a full-ride scholarship.
It’s a cool deal, but Dustin don’t have much money. None. He’s scrapin’ up what he can, but he needs a big money dude to help out. His high school buddies, Ryan and Cody, say they wanna help him out. Cody flew us here, sayin’ he’s got the hook up. My first time on a plane. First time outta Philly. Now, I’m at this birthday party. Holy fuck. It’s full of hot naked dudes.
Mostly naked, I mean. Seriously. The party is dope and these motherfuckers are insane.
I’m quiet, just lookin’ ‘round until I hear Ryan laugh, “What big money guys do you know, Cody?”
What? The question shocks the fuck outta me. Are we here for nothin’? Not that it cost us anything, but it’s gonna crush Dustin if this trip is just for some guy’s birthday party. He was really countin’ on this trip openin’ some doors. Spent two weeks workin’ on his pitch. Plus, he told me this Cody guy is some kind of inspiration for him. Fuck, they runnin’ game. I knew it!
Without missin’ a beat, Cody counts on his fingers, “Ben, Ram, I/P, and Albert from the Howard Foundation … any of them could fund the whole deal. Digger and Micah have charitable foundations. I did some pre-sell to check interest before dragging Dustin out here. They all love Dustin’s mission and approach. Plus, Buck said that Beau brought his boss Foster, who’s rich as fuck. We’ll hunt him down, see what he thinks.”
I relax a little. Those sound like real people and Cody named them confidently.
Ryan agrees, “Wow, you’re right. I could see all those guys stepping up.”
“That’s just who’s here tonight, Ry. I’ve arranged meetings with four of my wealthier clients. I spoke with Connor McCann, too. He needs some good press.” Wait. Connor McCann? Billionaire owner of the WWL? Cody keeps talkin’. “That’s 11 guys I know who are already ready to listen, plus Beau’s boss makes it an even dozen. If we sell just one or two of them on Dustin’s plan, he’ll be set. I think we’ll do a lot better than that. I’m thinking expansion.”
Ryan throws his arm around Cody’s shoulder, “You know what, buddy?” He looks down at his empty glass, idly tiltin’ it. Oh shit, he’s drunk. Just not sloppy, yet so I didn’t see it. I guess these rich guys can stay classy when they get drunk. He says, “We know big money guys. Good for you, Cody. Doing good for someone. I’m so glad you’re my bestest friend.”
Another hot guy hands Ryan a drink, swappin’ it for the empty cup. He bro hugs him and says he’s the man. Oh yeah, Ryan is loaded. The big man just handles it better than the drunks I know. I grew up with mean, angry drunks. I look around. Beautiful place. The night sky. The city. All these studs. Laughin’. Flirtin’. What’s this Ryan guy got to be angry about? Nothin’. But rich or not, dude is goin’ to be messed up tomorrow.
Cody takes the drink out of Ryan’s hand as he waves to one guy, “Larry! Buddy. Can you please hangout with Ry for a bit? Keep him from drinking any more, please. He’s cut off.”
The older muscle guy agrees. He’s jacked. I wonder what his deal is. I love wrestlin’ old muscle dudes. You can learn a lot.
Cody turns to Jae, “Can you introduce Rufus to some of the other under 21’s?” It doesn’t sound like a question. I don’t want to leave Dustin, but Cody doesn’t ask me. He grabs my boss’ arm, “Dustin and me are going to get to work. Meet a few folks. Shake a few hands.”
We break like out of a football huddle. Larry takes Ryan. Cody takes Dustin. I follow Jae.
I ask, “Wait, what the fuck just happened? Who made that Cody guy King?”
Jae laughs, “It’s more of a self-appointed position. Like an honorary title, really. C’mon.”
“But what if Dustin needs me? I’m supposed to be the proof that his approach works. I’m supposed to tell my story. I practiced a whole fuckin’ speech. I gotta go with him.”
“You’ll get your shot. Tonight is just introductions with the prospective investors. It’s not the actual meeting. That comes in more professional settings on Monday and Tuesday. It’s better if you just let Cody handle it for now. Just him, Dustin, and the guys. Casual, no hard selling.”
I sigh, “I don’t know. I wanna be there for him if they say no. Dustin’s asked a lot of people for money and gotten jackshit. He’s the real deal, but assholes can’t see it. Did Cody tell anyone Dustin has a record? As soon as they do the background check, it’ll fuck him up. Always does. You really think this Cody guy can do anything about that?”
“Yep.”
“Why are you so fuckin’ confident?”
“Cody’s my boyfriend. I know that he believes in your friend and his cause. And when he believes in someone or something, he’s relentless. Trust me when I say that Dustin couldn’t be in better hands. If there’s a way, Cody will find it. Now, follow me.”
I feel a little better. I don’t trust people, but I really don’t trust people with money. I’ve ever been around rich guys much. I don’t know how they operate. But I have been around hustlers. I know ‘em. I don’t get those vibes here. I kinda trust Cody and Jae. There’s something about ‘em. And what’s the hustle? Dustin ain’t got nothin’ to steal. Okay, I’m chill.
I ask, “Your man really know THE Connor McCann?”
“Yeah, met him a few weeks ago. They … hit it off. Cody and I are personal trainers. Connor’s actually hiring us to work with a few of his wrestlers. It’s a big deal for both of us.”
“Wow.”
Suddenly, we run into a ripped young Asian bodybuilder. His abs are red as fuck.
“Some fat old hairy fucker gut punched me.”
I go, “He attacked you? Here?”
Vincent sneers at me, “No, if he attacked me, he’d be knocked out and my abs wouldn’t be red. I allowed him the honor of testing my abs. He pounded on them with all he had and nothing. My abs are unbreakable.”
“Wow.” I love wrestlin’ guys who let you pound on their abs. This party’s gettin’ even better. Dustin said no drinkin’, but he didn’t say I can’t fuck anyone I want. And there was nobody named Vincent on Cody’s list of money guys. I smile and try to make normal small talk, “So, Vincent, you’re crazy ripped. You must be a professional -”
Suddenly, a fist comes out of nowhere, slammin’ into Vincent’s abs. THUD! OOF! The Asian bodybuilder drops to hands and knees, coughin’. I think he might hurl. I turn to see who the gut punched my new man. Holy fuck. It’s an even bigger, more ripped young white bodybuilder. The guy’s a total muscle freak. I love wrestlin’ muscle freaks.
Jae doesn’t look like he likes this guy. He’s all cold and tense, just sayin’, “Xaq.”
The new muscle freak looks down at Vincent who has rolled onto his back. Xaq says, “Unbreakable? Best joke I’ve heard all night. Your abs are painted on, and you know it, loser.”
Vincent snarls, “Fuck you, Xaq. I just wasn’t flexed.”
“No? Flex them now. Three. Two. One.” The white bodybuilder steps on Vincent’s abs as he walks over him like a doormat.
Vincent moans, “So fat.”
Xaq turns to us, “You seen Winston?”
Jae shakes his head and Xaq walks off, lookin’ for some other guy. I look at Vincent moanin’ on the deck. I reach down to help him up, but he angrily slaps my hand away. Jae shrugs, “Okay, that was fun. Let’s see who else is around.”
I meet a few other young guys. All hot. All cool. Suddenly, through the crowd, I see him. A young Black bodybuilder in trunks and a matching crop hoodie on his shoulders. Short, like 5’4”, but 160 and built like a brick shithouse. Underage band on his wrist. Son of a bitch. I love wrestlin’ short bodybuilders like that. That’s who I gotta meet. Jae interrupts my thoughts, “Philly! Damn, I just realized … come with me.”
Jae says, “Just one more and I’ll leave you alone. I promise.”
I got no choice, but it works out. Like he’s read in my mind, he leads me toward the short bodybuilder. Now that we’re close, I’m sure. Short bodybuilder man is the fuckin’ man I gotta wrestle. He’s gotta be around my age, because of the band. He sees me and Jae. He grins. Short bodybuilder man breaks away and comes toward us. It’s like we’re drawn to each other.
Jae introduces us, “Roof, this is Mylon. Mylon, this is Roof. He’s visiting from Philly.” He looks between us and nods. “Okay, well, have fun, guys. Roof, come find me if you need anything.” He heads to the dance floor, joinin’ a group and as happy to be done with me as I am to be done with him. Jae never wanted to be a babysitter, and I don’t need one.
Dude sticks out his hand. We do shake endin’ in a bro hug. He says, “Yo. Mylon.”
We break, “Rufus. Guys call me Roof.”
Mylon smiles, “Classic. So, you’re from Philly.”
I explain what’s up and why I’m here. He nods, listenin’. Like really listenin’. Askin’ me questions. Says he likes what he hears. Cool. When I’m done, Mylon tells me his story. 18. Finishin’ last year of high school. Gym rat. We’re total opposites. I’m foster care. His dad’s a doctor. Mom’s an actress. She was the main villain on a soap for decades until it got cancelled. She’s away doin’ a couple of those cheesy Christmas movies that show up every year.
I’m impressed. Two parents. Steady jobs. House. Love. Stability. Lucky guy. He’s at this party because he wrestles for The Cave, some kind of wrestlin’ video site that Cody and Ryan own. Likes it. Likes them. It feels good, hearin’ they’re cool from someone else. Dude thinks Dustin will be okay without me for a while. Tells he thinks I’m free to do whatever I want.
What I want is Mylon. And I’m pretty sure he wants me, too.
I ask, “You wrestle? Wanna?”
Mylon nods, “Yeah, love to. Have to warn you. Probably not in your league. I just started wrestling. I beat one guy your size but lost to another guy smaller than you.”
I’m surprised, “Really? With all this muscle? You are jacked, man.”
“Thanks. I’ve been focused on bodybuilding. You were learning to fight. I was learning to pose.” I laugh. He smiles, “So, yeah, I might be stronger than you -” Mylon is definitely stronger than me. “- but I’m pretty sure you got me with the moves.”
I nod, “Cool for you to admit it, man. Maybe you’ll surprise us both.”
“Maybe.” Mylon suddenly grabs my bulge. I gasp and look down. I mean, I wanted this, but usually guys my age aren’t this aggressive with me. He grabs my hand and puts it on his junk. We feel what we’re each packin’. Nice. The bodybuilder says, “I’m definitely good either way, Roof. Win or lose. You good either way?” I nod and he lets go. “Then let’s find a room.”
Oh, fuck yes.
On the way down, we confirm the deal. He’s not subtle. Wrestle and fuck. Winner gets top. Works for me. Especially if he’s not lyin’ about his skills. Yeah, his cock felt good in his trunks, but I want his muscle ass. We have to wait for a room, but it gives us a chance to talk. Mylon’s cool for a rich kid from Cali. I don’t need to code switch. He just likes me, and we like a ton of the same shit. I think we’d be friends if we lived near each other.
When we get in, we stretch it out. Every time I check him out, he’s checkin’ me out. Maybe I shoulda just asked if he wanted to fuck? Naw, I wanna wrestle him down if I can. He’s makin’ me laugh and gettin’ my dick hard at the same time. Fuck. I’m kinda crushin’ on Mylon. His dick’s lookin’ pretty fat, too, so he’s into me just as much. Cool.
We lock up fast. I don’t wanna go all crazy on his ass, so I’m playin’ it easy. Mylon might be, too, but he’s even stronger than I expected. He powers me into the wall. BAM! OOF! The bodybuilder grabs my wrists and pins my hands up beside my ears. He presses his body against me. We lock eyes before he slides his head left. He kisses my right bicep. Oh yeah.
I try to flex it, and he eases up on his grip to let me. The short muscleboy makes out with my arm. Fuck yeah. He moves to my left. I flex, he sucks and worships. I could get used to this. Cali boys fight different. Or maybe it’s just the heat between us. He suddenly twists my arms and forces them to my side. I don’t fight back. I’m not feelin’ threatened. Hope I’m not wrong.
Mylon attacks my left nipple. Oh shit. I squirm. He’s got magic lips. The muscleboy knows what he’s doin’. I’ve only had this kind of treatment from old guys. Whoever trained him is damn good. He moves over and tastes my right nipple. I’m practically dancin’ for him now. He’s drivin’ me fuckin’ wild. When he pulls off, he drops to one knee. I look down, mouth open.
The bodybuilder smiles before he goes at my cock head. It’s easy to find. My dick is tentin’ my trunks, and you can make everything out. I just watch, forgettin’ that we’re supposed to be wrestlin’. The wet spot is huge as he bathes the tip of my dick. My pre-cum is leakin’ and he’s slurpin’ it up through the tight yellow spandex. When he adds a soft nibble, I go nuts and have to push him off.
As he stands up to face me, I’m gaspin’ against the wall. I ask, “What kinda wrestlin’ they do in that Cave thing?”
Mylon laughs, “Is it okay? I just couldn’t resist.” The bodybuilder strikes a double bicep pose, “I just do what comes naturally. You didn’t seem to mind.” He moves in and runs his finger over the wet spot on the front of my trunks. The stocky musclestud sticks his finger in his mouth. He sucks on his finger. “You taste great, by the way.”
I grin, “I love wrestlin’ dudes with no inhibitions.”
The bodybuilder bounces his pecs. He comes into me hard with a body splash. SPLAT! OOF! I felt it. He’s uppin’ his game. I push him off, but he comes right back at me with a shoulder block. WHAM! I fly back into the wall. He follows up fast with two big forearms across my pecs. WHOMP! WHOMP! Oh shit, I felt those, too. Before he can go again, I slip sideways and away.
I nod, “Forearms. Very pro wrestlin’.”
Mylon shrugs, “For some reason, I don’t think I wanna match fists with you.”
“Fists off the table?”
“Naw, you can strike while we grapple, but I don’t wanna end up like Vincent.”
I laugh, “Oh man, you saw that guy?”
“I think everyone did. He had some bullshit story about letting a guy do that.”
“You don’t think he did? Somebody messed him up.”
Mylon shrugs, “He’s a jealous, petty asshole. Always puts other bodybuilders down. Whatever happened, I guarantee that he 100% asked for it.”
“What are you askin’ for, man?”
The bodybuilder grins, “I gotta explain?”
“Hey, I just wanna know how Cali boys think. So far, You don’t fight like I’m used to.”
“Cali. Philly. We all want the same thing in the end. Whether that’s in your end or my end, that’s the only question.”
I laugh. We lock up again, done with this little break. I’m likin’ him even more. And he’s definitely sendin’ vibes that he’s lovin’ bein’ with me. I expect him to try to overpower me again, but he surprises me. Mylon sweeps my arms out and moves in, grabbin’ me in a bearhug. ARGH! I could counter this easy, but I’m still tryin’ to feel him out. Be a nice boy.
Mylon carries me to the wall. He’s pulsin’ his squeezes, tightenin’ up so hard I gasp for air before he dials it down. I’ve got a tight grip on his bowlin’ ball shoulders. He squeezes harder. I decide to play his way. I grab his head and force it back. I smother his mouth with a kiss. He crushes me and my air goes right into him. He breathes it in and loosens up as we make out.
The bodybuilder turns and throws me down onto the mat. SPLAT! I land on my back. He steps in and plants his foot on my bulge. He rubs my junk with his bare foot. It’s a sign of dominance, but I’m lettin’ it go, because I’m lovin’ it. And with his double bicep posin’ over me, I’m gettin’ a show and a foot job. He lowers one arm and massages his own bulge.
“See, we all want the same thing, Mr. MMA.”
I grin. Okay, time to get in the game. I crunch up and grab his ankle, I sweep my other arm into his knee and spin, easily takin’ him down to the mat. BOOM! I climb on top, mountin’ him. I slide up and pin his shoulders in a schoolboy pin. I flex over him, and he lets out a soft moan and a “Yes!” He bends his arms in and rubs my thighs. I caress his head.
“You’re on the mats. This is my turf, now, Pro Boy.”
I lean forward and slide my legs back. I rub my wet bulge over his face. Mylon opens up and takes my balls with his lips. He sucks away. I sit back up and flex, givin’ him a show before I start showin’ him some real grapplin’. Mylon nods and growls, “Stay just like that, sexy man.” I smile, misunderstandin’ him. I’m caught off-guard when his legs come up, gettin’ under my flexed arms.
“What?”
The short powerhouse pulls me back onto my shoulders, holdin’ my ankles in his armpits as he pins my shoulders to the mat. Mylon sits up, usin’ his arms to keep my legs down. I wrap them around his body and lock my ankles. I tighten on the scissors, but he doesn’t look like he’s in pain. The bodybuilder reaches forward and rubs my torso. He’s so fuckin’ sexy.
Mylon puts one hand on my meat. He starts molestin’ my crotch. I love it. My scissors is worthless as this sexy fucker goes erotic on me again. One hand caressin’ my abs and his other on my manhood. Damn, I’m lovin’ it. I blurt out, “Fuck that feels good.” Shit, I just showed weakness. The stocky muscle stud laughs and doubles down. It feels so good.
His fingers lift the leg openin’ of my yellow trunks. I shake my head as he slides his hand inside my trunks. Mylon’s big paw grasps my cock, and I start squirmin’ like crazy. Oh shit, the muscleboy has me. He’s jerkin’ and workin’. I’ve been pinned for like a 100-count, but he’s not tryin’. I could break free, but his hand … it feels so good. This is what’s gettin’ me.
“AW FUCK!”
I’m way too fuckin’ horny for this shit. Spendin’ the day with Dustin. Sharin’ a room with him. The beach was full of studs. My mind was goin’ nuts the whole time. I shoulda pounded one out in the shower back at the hotel, but I didn’t. This sexy party full of studs and bodybuilders. But all that just made me weak for this guy. Hot little Mylon. He’s way too fuckin’ much.
I’m about to lose a fight that was never a fight. I’m about to lose to a fuckin’ handjob!
FUCK!
I try to get us back to wrestlin’, “C’mon, man! Stop! I’m ’bout to cum!”
“Submitting?”
“NO! This ain’t wrestlin’! Oh fuck, let go my dick, man!”
“Submit to my hand.”
“NO!”
“We can go more rounds.” I moan. More rounds with the hot bodybuilder? Hell yeah! He’s like, “You want that? Best two outta three?” I nod and keep fightin’ not to lose it. “Yeah, you do. My hand’s so slick right now. You’re pre-cumming like crazy.” His legs hold my shoulders down. “You’ve been pinned this whole time, but I want to hear you say it. Submit or cum for me.”
I ain’t proud. I’m smart. I got two more rounds. Save my load. Start again.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I give, man! You got me! NOW LET GO!”
Mylon laughs and opens his hand. He pulls his hand outta my trunks. I sigh, but I’m still not outta trouble. I do my breathin’ exercises, thinkin’ about non-sexy things. I hear the hot bodybuilder laughin’, but at least he’s not touchin’ me. I open my eyes. He’s standin’ up, lookin’ hot. He steps over me, straddlin’ my waist, lookin’ like a fuckin’ god.
When the short musclestud adds a flex over me, I admire his muscles, but my eyes go to his trunks poppin’ with his thick cock. I lick my lips, takin’ him all in. He puts on a posin’ show and my cock’s throbbin’. I can’t take anymore. I close my eyes. My back arches before I almost cum. I hold it together. Barely. I look up at him, feelin’ like I’ve got it under control.
The muscleboy taunts me, “Round one to Pro Boy.”
Mylon drops down, mountin’ me. He leans forward, rubbin’ his trunks all over my face. I open my mouth, and he moves up, lettin’ me suck on his sweaty spandex balls. I reach around and play with his ass. He likes it, flexin’ and unflexin’ his glutes as he humps my face. Hard like two boulders. Soft like two gel packs. Hard. Soft. Hard. Soft. I pull my hands away. It’s too hot.
The bodybuilder moves back, sittin’ on my stomach. He teases, “Is it safe to start? Maybe I should suck a load outta you first. Take the edge off.”
I moan and he laughs at me. Fuck. I do want him to suck a load outta me, but I’m gonna stay primed. I go at him by my liftin’ a knee into his back. WHACK! AH! He’s more surprised than hurt, but I manage to roll over and throw him onto his back. We grapple. No more erotic shit. Mylon is powerful. Like heavyweight strong in a welterweight body. It’s uncanny.
And Mylon has good instincts, always movin’. Blockin’, Powerin’ out. Arm, head, choke, leg - I run him through a series of holds, gettin’ a few on, but never enough to end this round. Thing is, he doesn’t know what to do with his strength. We’re both sweatin’. He’s breathin’ hard and my stamina is clearly superior. We’re in a pool on the mat, splashin’ around.
I’m really startin’ to control him. I’m holdin’ him longer. He’s slower. Sufferin’ more. Moanin’ louder. I’m not lookin’ to end the round, but I’m pretty sure I could. Feelin’ confident, I decide to have fun, too. I’m on my back. I have him in a solid rear naked choke, my legs wrapped around his body. My ankles are locked. I shift my legs until my heel is pressin’ on his dick.
I start rubbin’ his cock. Mylon moans and leans back into me. He grips my arm, but even as strong as he is, he can’t power free. not that way, at least. He’s my plaything now. My hard cock is pressed into his back. He’s strugglin’ more, rubbin’ against it. Fuck. He might just get me to shoot, even if by accident. Havin’ this sexy muscleboy under my control is hot as fuck.
Mylon groans as he struggles. He’s writhin’ and it’s hypnotic. I let him go, just to save myself more than him. He rolls over onto his knees and I join him. His chest is heavin’, and his stomach is goin’ in and out. The bodybuilder is smilin’ as he adjusts his trunks. I fix mine, too, and his eyes follow my hand.
The bodybuilder smirks, “You toying with me, Mr. MMA?”
“Don’t you like it, Pro Boy?”
“I love it, obviously.” Mylon points at his dick. “I’m hot seeing your skills. Fuck, you’re good. I don’t think I ever had you in trouble. But you can go for it … we have more falls, man.”
“Deal.”
Mylon suddenly barrels into me. I kinda thought he was givin’ up, but no way. I can’t stop his body as he crashes into me, and we go down. BAM! SPLAT! The move was reckless and while it’s got me down, down is where I want to be. I reverse us and take control. The bodybuilder throws me off, but it’s easy to see how much slower he is. I wait, knowin’ what he’ll do next.
Muscleboys are predictable. When they get tired and feel desperate, they get careless. Mylon does exactly what I expected. He charges at me. I roll back and get my legs up. He flies right into a head scissors. Of course, he instinctively tries to pry my legs apart. I casually grab his wrists. I fold my legs into a figure-four variation and tighten up. He moans loudly.
I’m chillin’ on my back while he’s kneelin’ and strugglin’. The bodybuilder can’t twist free. He pushes and pulls. I’m not strong enough to immobilize his arms, but I have enough strength to control them. I switch back to a classic head scissors. He lifts up, his neck gettin’ between my calves. I open my legs, and he looks down at me, frozen. I grin and whip my foot across his cheek. SMACK! I let go of his wrists as he topples sideways, stunned.
I mount him again, applyin’ another rear naked choke. I start humpin’ his ass. I slowly grind at first. He moans, enjoyin’ the sensation. Mylon’s not even strugglin’. I start pickin’ up speed, humpin’ his harder. The bodybuilder lifts his ass into my thrusts like a hungry muscleslut. He’s groanin’ as I tighten on the choke. Not too much, but enough that he knows who’s boss.
I tease him, “You likin’ this look into our future?”
Mylon groans and taps. I let go immediately. I sit back, kneelin’ between his legs. I start playin’ his butt cheeks like bongo drums. BAP! BOP! BOM! He laughs and groans. the short musclestud actually lifts his ass again, eagerly invitin’ me to continue the concert. BAP! BOP! BOM!
I pat his ridiculous ass, “Round two to the skinny kid from Philly.”
Mylon rolls over toward me. He looks so good. I rub his left pec. Suddenly, the bodybuilder sits up. He grabs my bicep and neck in his strong hands. I wasn’t expectin’ him to come at me immediately, so he gets the drop on me. Mylon pulls me into him. Just as I’m gettin’ ready to counter, we fall back, and I land on top of him. He pulls my mouth to his.
We start makin’ out. I relax on top of him. His hands are roamin’. Not tryin’ anything. Not doin’ any damage. The muscleboy wasn’t attackin’ me. He just wanted some more foreplay for the final round. I’m into it. Things are so different here. Guys I usually hook up with aren’t sweet. They’re assholes and it’s only about gettin’ off. I could get used to this.
I grind my package on his. I take over the kiss. He doesn’t resist. When I move to his neck, Mylon lets out the biggest moan I’ve ever heard. He’s all mine. I bet I could finish and fuck him right now, but I don’t. It’s what I’d do back home, but I wanna enjoy this. I slither down his body, kissin’ my way to his bulge. He spreads his legs, and I kneel between them.
While I kiss his meat, Mylon laughs, “You’re trusting. I could put you in a head scissors. Look at my legs. Thick and hard. Bet I could crush a surprise submission outta you pretty easily.”
I look up and challenge, “Then do it.”
Instead, Mylon sits up and spins his legs. We’re kneelin’ lookin’ at each other. We move in for a simultaneous kiss. Our makin’ out is passionate as fuck. Damn! Only when we mutually break does he get serious. “Tiebreaker. You ready?” I nod. We’re both grinnin’. He says what we’re both thinkin’, “I wanna win.” I just nod. “I mean it.” I nod again.
We lock up fast, our bodies collidin’. BAM! This time, I hold my own. Yeah, he’s a fuckin’ tank, but we actually weigh close to the same. His muscles are tirin’ and mine aren’t. At least not as much. We struggle and he’s tryin’ to get me down, but I counter and move. He wears himself down, just from this. I see my openin’. I push his head down into the mat. SPLAT!
I sit on his head and lock his thick arms down as I face his spectacular ass. I reach down and grab the waistband of his trunks. He squirms, movin’ his butt side to side. I push them spandex down and reveal his amazin’ butt. Fuck, it’s smooth and flawless. I somersault over him, spinnin’ around when I land between his legs. I yank the trunks down his legs and off.
The naked bodybuilder spins around. He’s sittin’, legs open, showin’ me his hard dick and bull balls. Wow. I spin his trunks on my finger, “Fuck, you’re one hot muscleman, Pro Boy.”
“Good to see Mr. MMA is getting into the fun side of wrestling.”
I toss his trunks to the side. Mylon sits up. Definitely slower. As he rolls to the side to get up, I dive in, catchin’ him by surprise. I tackle him down. We roll over and I maneuver him into a sittin’ position with me behind him. I work my legs up under his arms. My legs collapse his broad shoulders enough for me to lock my feet behind his head, completin’ a leg nelson.
With my leg nelson locked in tight, the bodybuilder is helpless. His trapped arms stick out to the side. He’s too musclebound to do anything with them. My feet are forcin’ him to look at his junk. I slide around, controllin’ him. He has no choice but to follow. My legs are lean but strong. Strong enough to handle 160-lbs of muscleboy. I tighten up and he moans loudly.
I pull him sideways with my legs. He rolls with me, landin’ on his shoulders while I’m facin’ down. His ass is in the air and his legs are kickin’. Yeah, Mylon’s pinned, but that’s not my goal. I keep us rollin’ until he’s back on his ass. I pull and over he goes again. I use the momentum to accelerate and soon, we’re goin’ around the mat in a complete circle.
Shoulders. Butt. Shoulders. Butt. Shoulders. Butt. The bodybuilder’s rollin’ around, gettin’ dizzy, cryin’ out. His meat is floppin’, and his neck has to be killin’ him. We do three full laps before I stop with his shoulders down. I unlock my ankles and move up fast. Before he can unfold, I’m up, straddlin’ his legs and pushin’ his knees to his shoulders with my hands.
I lower myself, squattin’ to keep Mylon pinned in the cradle. He groans. I run my finger over his taint. The short musclestud squirms, but I hold him steady. He has no leverage like this. I grab his balls, “Damn, these feel full. Bet you’d love to empty them.” Mylon just moans. I caress and rub him butt and legs. Yeah, I could count him out, but I wanna get revenge for the first fall.
I slide off and he stretches out on his back. Mylon’s still dazed from the roll, so it’s easy to manhandle him. I bring him up to sittin’. I sit behind him, gettin’ my long left leg over his hip, inside his left groin. I pull it out. I put his right arm behind my neck, trappin’ it. My left arm ties up his left arm with a half nelson. And my right foot opens his right leg out wide.
Like a big game of Twister, the bodybuilder is open, every limb trapped. Unlike him, I still have one free hand that can go explorin’. Mylon whimpers and moans. I whisper in his ear, “Submit or cum, Pro Boy. Sound familiar?” The bodybuilder groans but his cock bounces. I’m not sure which option he’ll take. I rub his pecs, tweakin’ his nipples. AH! The helpless musclehunk jerks in the hold, but I’ve got him.
My right hand keeps workin’. Mylon twitches as I play with him. I blow in his ear. He convulses. When my hand grips his dick, it’s like a relief for him. I whisper again, “Submit or cum.” I start pumpin’. He begs for me to stop. “No. Those full balls are contractin’, Pro Boy. You know what that means, right? I’m about to have a big load of bodybuilder cum.”
“NO!”
“I’d rather drink it down, but your call. Maybe you want me to catch it. Feed it to you?”
“Oh, you fuck. Oh fuck!”
“Here, try some pre-cum.” I stop jerkin’ and push my coated finger into his mouth. He sucks on it like a baby with a pacifier. “Such a good Pro Boy.” I go back to pumpin’. Mylon is thrashin’, but he’s too worn down and I’ve got position. “You’re mine. I know it. You know it.”
I start pumpin’ him again and he gets it.
“I submit! I submit!”
I let go of his shaft and unwrap us. Mylon collapses.
“Mr. MMA for the win, Pro Boy.”
The naked bodybuilder looks up at me, “I’m all yours.”
I stand up and get naked. The bodybuilder lets out a low whistle, “Fuck, you’re sexy.”
“Not as sexy as you, man. When I took your trunks and saw that dick and ass, I wish we’d wrestled naked the whole time.”
Mylon shrugs with a smirk, “Maybe next time.” I wish there was gonna be a next time, but odds of me makin’ it back here are like none. I got to tag along with Dustin, but there isn’t no cross-country travel in my future. The short muscleboy reads my face and gets us back on track. He crawls to me. Damn, that’s hot. When he’s kneelin’ in front of me, he asks, “Can I suck it?”
I nod. The bodybuilder grabs the base of my cock with one hand and goes to work. I already know how talented he is, but that was with my trunks on. With nothing between him and my meat, it’s next level. Fuck, my knees go weak as he twists and pulls, bobbin’ his head and suckin’ down on me. When his tongue teases my piss slit, I flinch. Damn, I might cum.
The muscleboy pauses and looks up, “If I take it, can you still fuck me?”
I nod. Mylon goes back to work, and I know I got no shot now. With permission, he’s goin’ super-Saiyan on my dick, ownin’ it completely. I grab his head, not to control him but to steady myself. I’ve never been milked like this. My load is bein’ drawn outta me. Not given. Taken. I’m the one whimperin’ and gaspin’. I watch every move, lovin’ every second of it.
And without warnin’, I explode.
It’s so sudden. It’s never happened like this. My whole body convulses, and I lose it. I gasp as I shoot down his throat. Motherfucker! I can’t stop it. I don’t wanna stop it. My cock tightens and his hand just keep pullin’ more and more of my load from me. I wanna beg him to stop almost as much as I wanna beg him to keep goin’! Oh fuck. My eyes roll back in my head.
I’m done. Drained. Milked dry.
Mylon pulls off. I look down. He squeezes out a few last drops, holdin’ them on his tongue for me to see. The bodybuilder’s eyes dance and he is somehow smilin’ with his mouth open and tongue out. He lets go of my cock and I stumble back into the wall as he dramatically swallows. As I get my shit together, Mylon crawls to the cabinet with protection and lube.
The muscleboy’s fine ass is facin’ me. He looks back at me, “You ready?” I hesitate. He lowers his front and waves his butt at me. “You ready?”
“Fuck yeah.”
I move in, practically divin’ at his ass. I squeeze his cheeks and spread them out wide. I need to fuck him now. I reach for the lube and work his hole open with my fingers. Mylon’s vocal. I love it. I can tell he’s lovin’ it. The bodybuilder reaches back and takes over, openin’ his cheeks. He backs into my fingers, so I add a third. He’s lovin’ it, actin’ like a total slut.
Okay, enough foreplay. I gotta get to work. I pull my fingers out and cover my cock. I don’t waste any more time. I line up my cock as he lifts his ass up high with his shoulders down. Mylon’s hole is pullin’ my dick to it like a magnet. I move in. I go tip deep and just enjoy the bodybuilder moanin’. He begs me, “C’mon, Roof, just fucking tear me up.”
Fuck. I drive in inside him. Mylon cries out but he begs me again, “YES! Do it, man! DO IT!” I start poundin’ him. I gotta build up speed, but I don’t go gentle. The bodybuilder’s whimpers and gruntin’ tell me he’s lovin’ it. I’m sweatin’ as I plow in balls deep over and over. Like with my fingers, Mylon starts pushin’ back into my thrusts. Damn! I lean forward, bracin’ myself on his thick back.
We work in unison, but I got something else in mind. I tap him, “Change.” He stops backin’ into me as I pull out. I roll the bodybuilder up onto his shoulders, pushin’ his knees down. He looks up at me curious about my plan. He holds himself in the cradle as I get set. I bend forward and push down on the back of his knees. I squat and line my cock with his hole.
Mylon grunts as I drive back inside him. I fuck him from above. He’s gaspin’, pinned and plowed. I look down on him and our eyes meet. The bodybuilder is gruntin’, lookin’ hungry for my dick. I can’t go as deep, but I still hit his spot. I can tell every time just by lookin’ at him. His cock is runnin’, leakin’ down into the trough between his mountainous pecs.
I can’t hold on. I gotta finish up. I stand up and guide the short musclestud into position, on his back, legs up. It’s like we’re of one mind. The bodybuilder helps, knowin’ exactly how I want him. I still tell him, “I wanna look at your handsome face, Mylon.” That earns me a big grin. He grimaces when I plunge back in, but the muscleboy can take anything I dish out.
My hands squeeze his ankles as I hammer him. Mylon reaches for his dick. I shake my head, “Don’t.” He nods, trustin’ me. I am plowin’ him at high speed. My second load is primed and ready to erupt. I’m gaspin’, sweatin’ runnin’ down my body. I moan and again, my load explodes without warnin’. This guy just does something to me. I erupt inside him, fillin’ the condom as I piston back and forth.
I go until I’m soft, slidin’ out, the full sleeve fallin’ off onto the mat. I lower his legs. I lean forward, goin’ for a kiss. We make out, but I pull away, slidin’ down his body. I kiss my way down, tastin’ his sweat. When I reach his cock, I grab hold and lift it up. We smile at each other with our eyes before I go down on him. My mouth fills with pre-cum right away.
Mylon’s hand rests on my head. I’m not as skilled at cocksuckin’ as him but he’s tellin’ me how good it feels. I keep workin’ and it barely takes any time before he’s warnin’ me. He lifts his hand so I can pull off, but I ain’t doin’ that. I take his thick cock deeper. He warns me one more time, but I stay in place. I feel his cum hits the back of my throat before I taste it.
I pump and suck him, wantin’ to empty him as good as he emptied me. It’s a big load. I struggle to handle it, especially at this angle. Some leaks out but I keep goin’. When he starts to soften and nothing more comes out, I slide off. We lock eyes. I lick up every drop I missed, completely cleanin’ his cock. Mylon props up on his elbows, watchin’ me work.
“Roof. That was amazing.”
I nod, “Naw, you’re amazin’. I was just tryin’ to keep up.”
I stand up and help him up. I knock on the door and the attendant comes in to clean up while we hit the showers.
As the bodybuilder soaps me up, he casually says, “So, Roof. I had fun. I think you’re really cool. Do you want to stay in touch?”
I don’t hesitate, “Hell yeah, man!” I have to admit, “Can’t promise I’ll ever make it to LA again, but yeah, you’re so fuckin’ cool. And I can’t do much more this trip. I gotta focus on Dustin.” He gets it. I shake my head, “I wish I was closer. Or richer.”
“The money and distance are not going to be a problem for long because ...”
“Because?”
“I got early acceptance to Penn. I’ll be there in a few months.”
My eyes go wide, “Holy shit!” Penn is the fanciest school in Philly. It’s a fuckin’ Ivy League. Yeah, his parents got money, but Mylon must be a fuckin’ genius, too. I ask, “How come you didn’t say that right out?”
The bodybuilder shrugs his thick shoulders, “I wanted to see how this went. Without puttin’ any pressure on either of us. If we didn’t get along, it wouldn’t be awkward. Or if we wrestled, fucked, but wanted to just move on. But it was great for me. I wanna see you again. Hang out. Whatever.”
“Me, too, man.” It suddenly hits me. I laugh and shake my head. He looks at me, wonderin’ what’s so funny. I explain. “That’s why Jae insisted on introducin’ us. Shit. It all makes sense now. I kinda figured it was because we’re Black. I couldn’t see what else we have in common. But he said ‘Philly’ before he walked me over.” Mylon laughs, “Oh my god, I guess it would’ve seemed like that to you. Yeah, no. He knows my school plans and that’s definitely why. I bet he figured I’d tell you right away.” We laugh and hug under the warm shower spray. “Be nice to start with a friend in a new city. Someone who knows his way around. Show me what’s up.”
“Fuck, yeah, I’ll show you everything. Startin’ with Dustin’s gym. I got a key. We can wrestle and fuck whenever he’s not trainin’ the students.” I stare into his eyes. “Let’s celebrate.” The bodybuilder starts to turn, but I stop him. I reach down and pump his thick dick. He powers up fast. “Your turn. Take me, man.”
Mylon hugs me from behind and kisses my back, “You got it, Roof.”
UP NEXT … 250.4: LARRY VS. NASIR
Dude sticks out his hand. We do shake endin’ in a bro hug. He says, “Yo. Mylon.”
We break, “Rufus. Guys call me Roof.”
Mylon smiles, “Classic. So, you’re from Philly.”
I explain what’s up and why I’m here. He nods, listenin’. Like really listenin’. Askin’ me questions. Says he likes what he hears. Cool. When I’m done, Mylon tells me his story. 18. Finishin’ last year of high school. Gym rat. We’re total opposites. I’m foster care. His dad’s a doctor. Mom’s an actress. She was the main villain on a soap for decades until it got cancelled. She’s away doin’ a couple of those cheesy Christmas movies that show up every year.
What I want is Mylon. And I’m pretty sure he wants me, too.
I ask, “You wrestle? Wanna?”
Mylon nods, “Yeah, love to. Have to warn you. Probably not in your league. I just started wrestling. I beat one guy your size but lost to another guy smaller than you.”
I’m surprised, “Really? With all this muscle? You are jacked, man.”
“Thanks. I’ve been focused on bodybuilding. You were learning to fight. I was learning to pose.” I laugh. He smiles, “So, yeah, I might be stronger than you -” Mylon is definitely stronger than me. “- but I’m pretty sure you got me with the moves.”
I nod, “Cool for you to admit it, man. Maybe you’ll surprise us both.”
“Maybe.” Mylon suddenly grabs my bulge. I gasp and look down. I mean, I wanted this, but usually guys my age aren’t this aggressive with me. He grabs my hand and puts it on his junk. We feel what we’re each packin’. Nice. The bodybuilder says, “I’m definitely good either way, Roof. Win or lose. You good either way?” I nod and he lets go. “Then let’s find a room.”
Oh, fuck yes.
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WRESTLIN’ MYLON.
On the way down, we confirm the deal. He’s not subtle. Wrestle and fuck. Winner gets top. Works for me. Especially if he’s not lyin’ about his skills. Yeah, his cock felt good in his trunks, but I want his muscle ass. We have to wait for a room, but it gives us a chance to talk. Mylon’s cool for a rich kid from Cali. I don’t need to code switch. He just likes me, and we like a ton of the same shit. I think we’d be friends if we lived near each other.
When we get in, we stretch it out. Every time I check him out, he’s checkin’ me out. Maybe I shoulda just asked if he wanted to fuck? Naw, I wanna wrestle him down if I can. He’s makin’ me laugh and gettin’ my dick hard at the same time. Fuck. I’m kinda crushin’ on Mylon. His dick’s lookin’ pretty fat, too, so he’s into me just as much. Cool.
We lock up fast. I don’t wanna go all crazy on his ass, so I’m playin’ it easy. Mylon might be, too, but he’s even stronger than I expected. He powers me into the wall. BAM! OOF! The bodybuilder grabs my wrists and pins my hands up beside my ears. He presses his body against me. We lock eyes before he slides his head left. He kisses my right bicep. Oh yeah.
I try to flex it, and he eases up on his grip to let me. The short muscleboy makes out with my arm. Fuck yeah. He moves to my left. I flex, he sucks and worships. I could get used to this. Cali boys fight different. Or maybe it’s just the heat between us. He suddenly twists my arms and forces them to my side. I don’t fight back. I’m not feelin’ threatened. Hope I’m not wrong.
Mylon attacks my left nipple. Oh shit. I squirm. He’s got magic lips. The muscleboy knows what he’s doin’. I’ve only had this kind of treatment from old guys. Whoever trained him is damn good. He moves over and tastes my right nipple. I’m practically dancin’ for him now. He’s drivin’ me fuckin’ wild. When he pulls off, he drops to one knee. I look down, mouth open.
The bodybuilder smiles before he goes at my cock head. It’s easy to find. My dick is tentin’ my trunks, and you can make everything out. I just watch, forgettin’ that we’re supposed to be wrestlin’. The wet spot is huge as he bathes the tip of my dick. My pre-cum is leakin’ and he’s slurpin’ it up through the tight yellow spandex. When he adds a soft nibble, I go nuts and have to push him off.
As he stands up to face me, I’m gaspin’ against the wall. I ask, “What kinda wrestlin’ they do in that Cave thing?”
Mylon laughs, “Is it okay? I just couldn’t resist.” The bodybuilder strikes a double bicep pose, “I just do what comes naturally. You didn’t seem to mind.” He moves in and runs his finger over the wet spot on the front of my trunks. The stocky musclestud sticks his finger in his mouth. He sucks on his finger. “You taste great, by the way.”
I grin, “I love wrestlin’ dudes with no inhibitions.”
The bodybuilder bounces his pecs. He comes into me hard with a body splash. SPLAT! OOF! I felt it. He’s uppin’ his game. I push him off, but he comes right back at me with a shoulder block. WHAM! I fly back into the wall. He follows up fast with two big forearms across my pecs. WHOMP! WHOMP! Oh shit, I felt those, too. Before he can go again, I slip sideways and away.
I nod, “Forearms. Very pro wrestlin’.”
Mylon shrugs, “For some reason, I don’t think I wanna match fists with you.”
“Fists off the table?”
“Naw, you can strike while we grapple, but I don’t wanna end up like Vincent.”
I laugh, “Oh man, you saw that guy?”
“I think everyone did. He had some bullshit story about letting a guy do that.”
“You don’t think he did? Somebody messed him up.”
Mylon shrugs, “He’s a jealous, petty asshole. Always puts other bodybuilders down. Whatever happened, I guarantee that he 100% asked for it.”
“What are you askin’ for, man?”
The bodybuilder grins, “I gotta explain?”
“Hey, I just wanna know how Cali boys think. So far, You don’t fight like I’m used to.”
“Cali. Philly. We all want the same thing in the end. Whether that’s in your end or my end, that’s the only question.”
I laugh. We lock up again, done with this little break. I’m likin’ him even more. And he’s definitely sendin’ vibes that he’s lovin’ bein’ with me. I expect him to try to overpower me again, but he surprises me. Mylon sweeps my arms out and moves in, grabbin’ me in a bearhug. ARGH! I could counter this easy, but I’m still tryin’ to feel him out. Be a nice boy.
Mylon carries me to the wall. He’s pulsin’ his squeezes, tightenin’ up so hard I gasp for air before he dials it down. I’ve got a tight grip on his bowlin’ ball shoulders. He squeezes harder. I decide to play his way. I grab his head and force it back. I smother his mouth with a kiss. He crushes me and my air goes right into him. He breathes it in and loosens up as we make out.
The bodybuilder turns and throws me down onto the mat. SPLAT! I land on my back. He steps in and plants his foot on my bulge. He rubs my junk with his bare foot. It’s a sign of dominance, but I’m lettin’ it go, because I’m lovin’ it. And with his double bicep posin’ over me, I’m gettin’ a show and a foot job. He lowers one arm and massages his own bulge.
“See, we all want the same thing, Mr. MMA.”
I grin. Okay, time to get in the game. I crunch up and grab his ankle, I sweep my other arm into his knee and spin, easily takin’ him down to the mat. BOOM! I climb on top, mountin’ him. I slide up and pin his shoulders in a schoolboy pin. I flex over him, and he lets out a soft moan and a “Yes!” He bends his arms in and rubs my thighs. I caress his head.
“You’re on the mats. This is my turf, now, Pro Boy.”
I lean forward and slide my legs back. I rub my wet bulge over his face. Mylon opens up and takes my balls with his lips. He sucks away. I sit back up and flex, givin’ him a show before I start showin’ him some real grapplin’. Mylon nods and growls, “Stay just like that, sexy man.” I smile, misunderstandin’ him. I’m caught off-guard when his legs come up, gettin’ under my flexed arms.
“What?”
The short powerhouse pulls me back onto my shoulders, holdin’ my ankles in his armpits as he pins my shoulders to the mat. Mylon sits up, usin’ his arms to keep my legs down. I wrap them around his body and lock my ankles. I tighten on the scissors, but he doesn’t look like he’s in pain. The bodybuilder reaches forward and rubs my torso. He’s so fuckin’ sexy.
Mylon puts one hand on my meat. He starts molestin’ my crotch. I love it. My scissors is worthless as this sexy fucker goes erotic on me again. One hand caressin’ my abs and his other on my manhood. Damn, I’m lovin’ it. I blurt out, “Fuck that feels good.” Shit, I just showed weakness. The stocky muscle stud laughs and doubles down. It feels so good.
His fingers lift the leg openin’ of my yellow trunks. I shake my head as he slides his hand inside my trunks. Mylon’s big paw grasps my cock, and I start squirmin’ like crazy. Oh shit, the muscleboy has me. He’s jerkin’ and workin’. I’ve been pinned for like a 100-count, but he’s not tryin’. I could break free, but his hand … it feels so good. This is what’s gettin’ me.
“AW FUCK!”
I’m way too fuckin’ horny for this shit. Spendin’ the day with Dustin. Sharin’ a room with him. The beach was full of studs. My mind was goin’ nuts the whole time. I shoulda pounded one out in the shower back at the hotel, but I didn’t. This sexy party full of studs and bodybuilders. But all that just made me weak for this guy. Hot little Mylon. He’s way too fuckin’ much.
I’m about to lose a fight that was never a fight. I’m about to lose to a fuckin’ handjob!
FUCK!
I try to get us back to wrestlin’, “C’mon, man! Stop! I’m ’bout to cum!”
“Submitting?”
“NO! This ain’t wrestlin’! Oh fuck, let go my dick, man!”
“Submit to my hand.”
“NO!”
“We can go more rounds.” I moan. More rounds with the hot bodybuilder? Hell yeah! He’s like, “You want that? Best two outta three?” I nod and keep fightin’ not to lose it. “Yeah, you do. My hand’s so slick right now. You’re pre-cumming like crazy.” His legs hold my shoulders down. “You’ve been pinned this whole time, but I want to hear you say it. Submit or cum for me.”
I ain’t proud. I’m smart. I got two more rounds. Save my load. Start again.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I give, man! You got me! NOW LET GO!”
Mylon laughs and opens his hand. He pulls his hand outta my trunks. I sigh, but I’m still not outta trouble. I do my breathin’ exercises, thinkin’ about non-sexy things. I hear the hot bodybuilder laughin’, but at least he’s not touchin’ me. I open my eyes. He’s standin’ up, lookin’ hot. He steps over me, straddlin’ my waist, lookin’ like a fuckin’ god.
When the short musclestud adds a flex over me, I admire his muscles, but my eyes go to his trunks poppin’ with his thick cock. I lick my lips, takin’ him all in. He puts on a posin’ show and my cock’s throbbin’. I can’t take anymore. I close my eyes. My back arches before I almost cum. I hold it together. Barely. I look up at him, feelin’ like I’ve got it under control.
The muscleboy taunts me, “Round one to Pro Boy.”
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I GOT ANOTHER SHOT.
Mylon drops down, mountin’ me. He leans forward, rubbin’ his trunks all over my face. I open my mouth, and he moves up, lettin’ me suck on his sweaty spandex balls. I reach around and play with his ass. He likes it, flexin’ and unflexin’ his glutes as he humps my face. Hard like two boulders. Soft like two gel packs. Hard. Soft. Hard. Soft. I pull my hands away. It’s too hot.
The bodybuilder moves back, sittin’ on my stomach. He teases, “Is it safe to start? Maybe I should suck a load outta you first. Take the edge off.”
I moan and he laughs at me. Fuck. I do want him to suck a load outta me, but I’m gonna stay primed. I go at him by my liftin’ a knee into his back. WHACK! AH! He’s more surprised than hurt, but I manage to roll over and throw him onto his back. We grapple. No more erotic shit. Mylon is powerful. Like heavyweight strong in a welterweight body. It’s uncanny.
And Mylon has good instincts, always movin’. Blockin’, Powerin’ out. Arm, head, choke, leg - I run him through a series of holds, gettin’ a few on, but never enough to end this round. Thing is, he doesn’t know what to do with his strength. We’re both sweatin’. He’s breathin’ hard and my stamina is clearly superior. We’re in a pool on the mat, splashin’ around.
I’m really startin’ to control him. I’m holdin’ him longer. He’s slower. Sufferin’ more. Moanin’ louder. I’m not lookin’ to end the round, but I’m pretty sure I could. Feelin’ confident, I decide to have fun, too. I’m on my back. I have him in a solid rear naked choke, my legs wrapped around his body. My ankles are locked. I shift my legs until my heel is pressin’ on his dick.
I start rubbin’ his cock. Mylon moans and leans back into me. He grips my arm, but even as strong as he is, he can’t power free. not that way, at least. He’s my plaything now. My hard cock is pressed into his back. He’s strugglin’ more, rubbin’ against it. Fuck. He might just get me to shoot, even if by accident. Havin’ this sexy muscleboy under my control is hot as fuck.
Mylon groans as he struggles. He’s writhin’ and it’s hypnotic. I let him go, just to save myself more than him. He rolls over onto his knees and I join him. His chest is heavin’, and his stomach is goin’ in and out. The bodybuilder is smilin’ as he adjusts his trunks. I fix mine, too, and his eyes follow my hand.
The bodybuilder smirks, “You toying with me, Mr. MMA?”
“Don’t you like it, Pro Boy?”
“I love it, obviously.” Mylon points at his dick. “I’m hot seeing your skills. Fuck, you’re good. I don’t think I ever had you in trouble. But you can go for it … we have more falls, man.”
“Deal.”
Mylon suddenly barrels into me. I kinda thought he was givin’ up, but no way. I can’t stop his body as he crashes into me, and we go down. BAM! SPLAT! The move was reckless and while it’s got me down, down is where I want to be. I reverse us and take control. The bodybuilder throws me off, but it’s easy to see how much slower he is. I wait, knowin’ what he’ll do next.
Muscleboys are predictable. When they get tired and feel desperate, they get careless. Mylon does exactly what I expected. He charges at me. I roll back and get my legs up. He flies right into a head scissors. Of course, he instinctively tries to pry my legs apart. I casually grab his wrists. I fold my legs into a figure-four variation and tighten up. He moans loudly.
I’m chillin’ on my back while he’s kneelin’ and strugglin’. The bodybuilder can’t twist free. He pushes and pulls. I’m not strong enough to immobilize his arms, but I have enough strength to control them. I switch back to a classic head scissors. He lifts up, his neck gettin’ between my calves. I open my legs, and he looks down at me, frozen. I grin and whip my foot across his cheek. SMACK! I let go of his wrists as he topples sideways, stunned.
I mount him again, applyin’ another rear naked choke. I start humpin’ his ass. I slowly grind at first. He moans, enjoyin’ the sensation. Mylon’s not even strugglin’. I start pickin’ up speed, humpin’ his harder. The bodybuilder lifts his ass into my thrusts like a hungry muscleslut. He’s groanin’ as I tighten on the choke. Not too much, but enough that he knows who’s boss.
I tease him, “You likin’ this look into our future?”
Mylon groans and taps. I let go immediately. I sit back, kneelin’ between his legs. I start playin’ his butt cheeks like bongo drums. BAP! BOP! BOM! He laughs and groans. the short musclestud actually lifts his ass again, eagerly invitin’ me to continue the concert. BAP! BOP! BOM!
I pat his ridiculous ass, “Round two to the skinny kid from Philly.”
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JUST ONE MORE ROUND.
Mylon rolls over toward me. He looks so good. I rub his left pec. Suddenly, the bodybuilder sits up. He grabs my bicep and neck in his strong hands. I wasn’t expectin’ him to come at me immediately, so he gets the drop on me. Mylon pulls me into him. Just as I’m gettin’ ready to counter, we fall back, and I land on top of him. He pulls my mouth to his.
We start makin’ out. I relax on top of him. His hands are roamin’. Not tryin’ anything. Not doin’ any damage. The muscleboy wasn’t attackin’ me. He just wanted some more foreplay for the final round. I’m into it. Things are so different here. Guys I usually hook up with aren’t sweet. They’re assholes and it’s only about gettin’ off. I could get used to this.
I grind my package on his. I take over the kiss. He doesn’t resist. When I move to his neck, Mylon lets out the biggest moan I’ve ever heard. He’s all mine. I bet I could finish and fuck him right now, but I don’t. It’s what I’d do back home, but I wanna enjoy this. I slither down his body, kissin’ my way to his bulge. He spreads his legs, and I kneel between them.
While I kiss his meat, Mylon laughs, “You’re trusting. I could put you in a head scissors. Look at my legs. Thick and hard. Bet I could crush a surprise submission outta you pretty easily.”
I look up and challenge, “Then do it.”
Instead, Mylon sits up and spins his legs. We’re kneelin’ lookin’ at each other. We move in for a simultaneous kiss. Our makin’ out is passionate as fuck. Damn! Only when we mutually break does he get serious. “Tiebreaker. You ready?” I nod. We’re both grinnin’. He says what we’re both thinkin’, “I wanna win.” I just nod. “I mean it.” I nod again.
We lock up fast, our bodies collidin’. BAM! This time, I hold my own. Yeah, he’s a fuckin’ tank, but we actually weigh close to the same. His muscles are tirin’ and mine aren’t. At least not as much. We struggle and he’s tryin’ to get me down, but I counter and move. He wears himself down, just from this. I see my openin’. I push his head down into the mat. SPLAT!
I sit on his head and lock his thick arms down as I face his spectacular ass. I reach down and grab the waistband of his trunks. He squirms, movin’ his butt side to side. I push them spandex down and reveal his amazin’ butt. Fuck, it’s smooth and flawless. I somersault over him, spinnin’ around when I land between his legs. I yank the trunks down his legs and off.
The naked bodybuilder spins around. He’s sittin’, legs open, showin’ me his hard dick and bull balls. Wow. I spin his trunks on my finger, “Fuck, you’re one hot muscleman, Pro Boy.”
“Good to see Mr. MMA is getting into the fun side of wrestling.”
I toss his trunks to the side. Mylon sits up. Definitely slower. As he rolls to the side to get up, I dive in, catchin’ him by surprise. I tackle him down. We roll over and I maneuver him into a sittin’ position with me behind him. I work my legs up under his arms. My legs collapse his broad shoulders enough for me to lock my feet behind his head, completin’ a leg nelson.
With my leg nelson locked in tight, the bodybuilder is helpless. His trapped arms stick out to the side. He’s too musclebound to do anything with them. My feet are forcin’ him to look at his junk. I slide around, controllin’ him. He has no choice but to follow. My legs are lean but strong. Strong enough to handle 160-lbs of muscleboy. I tighten up and he moans loudly.
I pull him sideways with my legs. He rolls with me, landin’ on his shoulders while I’m facin’ down. His ass is in the air and his legs are kickin’. Yeah, Mylon’s pinned, but that’s not my goal. I keep us rollin’ until he’s back on his ass. I pull and over he goes again. I use the momentum to accelerate and soon, we’re goin’ around the mat in a complete circle.
Shoulders. Butt. Shoulders. Butt. Shoulders. Butt. The bodybuilder’s rollin’ around, gettin’ dizzy, cryin’ out. His meat is floppin’, and his neck has to be killin’ him. We do three full laps before I stop with his shoulders down. I unlock my ankles and move up fast. Before he can unfold, I’m up, straddlin’ his legs and pushin’ his knees to his shoulders with my hands.
I lower myself, squattin’ to keep Mylon pinned in the cradle. He groans. I run my finger over his taint. The short musclestud squirms, but I hold him steady. He has no leverage like this. I grab his balls, “Damn, these feel full. Bet you’d love to empty them.” Mylon just moans. I caress and rub him butt and legs. Yeah, I could count him out, but I wanna get revenge for the first fall.
I slide off and he stretches out on his back. Mylon’s still dazed from the roll, so it’s easy to manhandle him. I bring him up to sittin’. I sit behind him, gettin’ my long left leg over his hip, inside his left groin. I pull it out. I put his right arm behind my neck, trappin’ it. My left arm ties up his left arm with a half nelson. And my right foot opens his right leg out wide.
Like a big game of Twister, the bodybuilder is open, every limb trapped. Unlike him, I still have one free hand that can go explorin’. Mylon whimpers and moans. I whisper in his ear, “Submit or cum, Pro Boy. Sound familiar?” The bodybuilder groans but his cock bounces. I’m not sure which option he’ll take. I rub his pecs, tweakin’ his nipples. AH! The helpless musclehunk jerks in the hold, but I’ve got him.
My right hand keeps workin’. Mylon twitches as I play with him. I blow in his ear. He convulses. When my hand grips his dick, it’s like a relief for him. I whisper again, “Submit or cum.” I start pumpin’. He begs for me to stop. “No. Those full balls are contractin’, Pro Boy. You know what that means, right? I’m about to have a big load of bodybuilder cum.”
“NO!”
“I’d rather drink it down, but your call. Maybe you want me to catch it. Feed it to you?”
“Oh, you fuck. Oh fuck!”
“Here, try some pre-cum.” I stop jerkin’ and push my coated finger into his mouth. He sucks on it like a baby with a pacifier. “Such a good Pro Boy.” I go back to pumpin’. Mylon is thrashin’, but he’s too worn down and I’ve got position. “You’re mine. I know it. You know it.”
I start pumpin’ him again and he gets it.
“I submit! I submit!”
I let go of his shaft and unwrap us. Mylon collapses.
“Mr. MMA for the win, Pro Boy.”
The naked bodybuilder looks up at me, “I’m all yours.”
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FUCKIN’ MYLON.
I stand up and get naked. The bodybuilder lets out a low whistle, “Fuck, you’re sexy.”
“Not as sexy as you, man. When I took your trunks and saw that dick and ass, I wish we’d wrestled naked the whole time.”
Mylon shrugs with a smirk, “Maybe next time.” I wish there was gonna be a next time, but odds of me makin’ it back here are like none. I got to tag along with Dustin, but there isn’t no cross-country travel in my future. The short muscleboy reads my face and gets us back on track. He crawls to me. Damn, that’s hot. When he’s kneelin’ in front of me, he asks, “Can I suck it?”
I nod. The bodybuilder grabs the base of my cock with one hand and goes to work. I already know how talented he is, but that was with my trunks on. With nothing between him and my meat, it’s next level. Fuck, my knees go weak as he twists and pulls, bobbin’ his head and suckin’ down on me. When his tongue teases my piss slit, I flinch. Damn, I might cum.
The muscleboy pauses and looks up, “If I take it, can you still fuck me?”
I nod. Mylon goes back to work, and I know I got no shot now. With permission, he’s goin’ super-Saiyan on my dick, ownin’ it completely. I grab his head, not to control him but to steady myself. I’ve never been milked like this. My load is bein’ drawn outta me. Not given. Taken. I’m the one whimperin’ and gaspin’. I watch every move, lovin’ every second of it.
And without warnin’, I explode.
It’s so sudden. It’s never happened like this. My whole body convulses, and I lose it. I gasp as I shoot down his throat. Motherfucker! I can’t stop it. I don’t wanna stop it. My cock tightens and his hand just keep pullin’ more and more of my load from me. I wanna beg him to stop almost as much as I wanna beg him to keep goin’! Oh fuck. My eyes roll back in my head.
I’m done. Drained. Milked dry.
Mylon pulls off. I look down. He squeezes out a few last drops, holdin’ them on his tongue for me to see. The bodybuilder’s eyes dance and he is somehow smilin’ with his mouth open and tongue out. He lets go of my cock and I stumble back into the wall as he dramatically swallows. As I get my shit together, Mylon crawls to the cabinet with protection and lube.
The muscleboy’s fine ass is facin’ me. He looks back at me, “You ready?” I hesitate. He lowers his front and waves his butt at me. “You ready?”
“Fuck yeah.”
I move in, practically divin’ at his ass. I squeeze his cheeks and spread them out wide. I need to fuck him now. I reach for the lube and work his hole open with my fingers. Mylon’s vocal. I love it. I can tell he’s lovin’ it. The bodybuilder reaches back and takes over, openin’ his cheeks. He backs into my fingers, so I add a third. He’s lovin’ it, actin’ like a total slut.
Okay, enough foreplay. I gotta get to work. I pull my fingers out and cover my cock. I don’t waste any more time. I line up my cock as he lifts his ass up high with his shoulders down. Mylon’s hole is pullin’ my dick to it like a magnet. I move in. I go tip deep and just enjoy the bodybuilder moanin’. He begs me, “C’mon, Roof, just fucking tear me up.”
Fuck. I drive in inside him. Mylon cries out but he begs me again, “YES! Do it, man! DO IT!” I start poundin’ him. I gotta build up speed, but I don’t go gentle. The bodybuilder’s whimpers and gruntin’ tell me he’s lovin’ it. I’m sweatin’ as I plow in balls deep over and over. Like with my fingers, Mylon starts pushin’ back into my thrusts. Damn! I lean forward, bracin’ myself on his thick back.
We work in unison, but I got something else in mind. I tap him, “Change.” He stops backin’ into me as I pull out. I roll the bodybuilder up onto his shoulders, pushin’ his knees down. He looks up at me curious about my plan. He holds himself in the cradle as I get set. I bend forward and push down on the back of his knees. I squat and line my cock with his hole.
Mylon grunts as I drive back inside him. I fuck him from above. He’s gaspin’, pinned and plowed. I look down on him and our eyes meet. The bodybuilder is gruntin’, lookin’ hungry for my dick. I can’t go as deep, but I still hit his spot. I can tell every time just by lookin’ at him. His cock is runnin’, leakin’ down into the trough between his mountainous pecs.
I can’t hold on. I gotta finish up. I stand up and guide the short musclestud into position, on his back, legs up. It’s like we’re of one mind. The bodybuilder helps, knowin’ exactly how I want him. I still tell him, “I wanna look at your handsome face, Mylon.” That earns me a big grin. He grimaces when I plunge back in, but the muscleboy can take anything I dish out.
My hands squeeze his ankles as I hammer him. Mylon reaches for his dick. I shake my head, “Don’t.” He nods, trustin’ me. I am plowin’ him at high speed. My second load is primed and ready to erupt. I’m gaspin’, sweatin’ runnin’ down my body. I moan and again, my load explodes without warnin’. This guy just does something to me. I erupt inside him, fillin’ the condom as I piston back and forth.
I go until I’m soft, slidin’ out, the full sleeve fallin’ off onto the mat. I lower his legs. I lean forward, goin’ for a kiss. We make out, but I pull away, slidin’ down his body. I kiss my way down, tastin’ his sweat. When I reach his cock, I grab hold and lift it up. We smile at each other with our eyes before I go down on him. My mouth fills with pre-cum right away.
Mylon’s hand rests on my head. I’m not as skilled at cocksuckin’ as him but he’s tellin’ me how good it feels. I keep workin’ and it barely takes any time before he’s warnin’ me. He lifts his hand so I can pull off, but I ain’t doin’ that. I take his thick cock deeper. He warns me one more time, but I stay in place. I feel his cum hits the back of my throat before I taste it.
I pump and suck him, wantin’ to empty him as good as he emptied me. It’s a big load. I struggle to handle it, especially at this angle. Some leaks out but I keep goin’. When he starts to soften and nothing more comes out, I slide off. We lock eyes. I lick up every drop I missed, completely cleanin’ his cock. Mylon props up on his elbows, watchin’ me work.
“Roof. That was amazing.”
I nod, “Naw, you’re amazin’. I was just tryin’ to keep up.”
I stand up and help him up. I knock on the door and the attendant comes in to clean up while we hit the showers.
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MYLON’S BIG SURPRISE.
As the bodybuilder soaps me up, he casually says, “So, Roof. I had fun. I think you’re really cool. Do you want to stay in touch?”
I don’t hesitate, “Hell yeah, man!” I have to admit, “Can’t promise I’ll ever make it to LA again, but yeah, you’re so fuckin’ cool. And I can’t do much more this trip. I gotta focus on Dustin.” He gets it. I shake my head, “I wish I was closer. Or richer.”
“The money and distance are not going to be a problem for long because ...”
“Because?”
“I got early acceptance to Penn. I’ll be there in a few months.”
My eyes go wide, “Holy shit!” Penn is the fanciest school in Philly. It’s a fuckin’ Ivy League. Yeah, his parents got money, but Mylon must be a fuckin’ genius, too. I ask, “How come you didn’t say that right out?”
The bodybuilder shrugs his thick shoulders, “I wanted to see how this went. Without puttin’ any pressure on either of us. If we didn’t get along, it wouldn’t be awkward. Or if we wrestled, fucked, but wanted to just move on. But it was great for me. I wanna see you again. Hang out. Whatever.”
“Me, too, man.” It suddenly hits me. I laugh and shake my head. He looks at me, wonderin’ what’s so funny. I explain. “That’s why Jae insisted on introducin’ us. Shit. It all makes sense now. I kinda figured it was because we’re Black. I couldn’t see what else we have in common. But he said ‘Philly’ before he walked me over.” Mylon laughs, “Oh my god, I guess it would’ve seemed like that to you. Yeah, no. He knows my school plans and that’s definitely why. I bet he figured I’d tell you right away.” We laugh and hug under the warm shower spray. “Be nice to start with a friend in a new city. Someone who knows his way around. Show me what’s up.”
“Fuck, yeah, I’ll show you everything. Startin’ with Dustin’s gym. I got a key. We can wrestle and fuck whenever he’s not trainin’ the students.” I stare into his eyes. “Let’s celebrate.” The bodybuilder starts to turn, but I stop him. I reach down and pump his thick dick. He powers up fast. “Your turn. Take me, man.”
Mylon hugs me from behind and kisses my back, “You got it, Roof.”
THE END.
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UP NEXT … 250.4: LARRY VS. NASIR
This was a great read from beginning to end. Who doesn’t love a happy ending?
ReplyDeleteIf I may ask, where would I find Mylon’s where he won? I only found the one with him against Valet.
Thanks! I love happy endings, especially this time of year. :)
DeleteUnfortunately, Mylon’s win is only referenced in both stories where he’s appeared, but never shown. This is only his second story appearance.