AMU 250.4: Larry vs. Nasir

CODY’S ROOFTOP. 

RYAN’S 30TH BIRTHDAY BASH.

“Okay, birthday boy, just sit down. Here’s some water.” 

The very drunk Ryan slurs, “I don’t want water, Larry.” He looks at me and rubs his crotch, “Larry, you know what? You’re hot. I’ve always thought so. I’m just a slut. Wanna fuck?” He grabs his bulge, “Climb on board.”

I sit with him and squeeze his leg, “You’re not a slut, Ryan.” 

“I am. I use men. I don’t mean to, but I do. Pete. Poor Pete. Luke. Corey. Mano. Even Cage. I’m 30 now and where am I? Cody has Jae. Pete’s got Paul. Did you see Luke with Jamie? Why can’t I figure out my life, Larry?” Oh great. Drunk and regretful. Kind of young for this, but I was the same at 50, wondering where time had gone. “Do you think I’m a bad person, Larry?” 

I try to be supportive, “No, of course not. This is just the booze talking. You don’t get a party like this if you’re a bad person, Ryan.” 

“Pfft. They’re all here for Cody. I always thought I was the good one, but I’m not.” Ryan suddenly looks around, completely changing focus, “Where’s Corey? I hope he’s having fun. He’s my last boyfriend. They’re all finding someone better than me.” He drifts off. Then he asks, “Where’s Cage? Don’t let him see me like this.” Ryan looks back at me, “Fuck, I’m wasted.”

“Yes, you are. That’s why you’re going to sit here, drink water, and relax.”

“I wanna dance. Wanna dance?” And now he’s happy again.

I stand up and sigh. The big man is messed up, but he’ll be fine. Suddenly, I see Corey, Ryan’s young boyfriend. He’s only 19, so at least he’ll be sober. I flag him to come over. “Corey, take care of your man. He’s in rough shape. No more booze. That’s water. I asked a waiter to get coffee going. Let guys come to him.”

Corey nods, “You got it, Lenny.”

I roll my eyes at him calling me the wrong name. When Cody asked me to watch Ryan, I thought it’d be for a minute. One minute has turned into 15 minutes of blocking and tackling to keep the birthday boy from getting any more wrecked. With Ryan safely sitting and transferred to his boyfriend, I’m free to move around. Not that there’s much reason to do so.

As I look around, guys are hooking up left and right. I’m not in high demand as one of the oldest guys here (56). At 6’/210-lbs, I’m one of the most muscular, too, thanks to Cody (he’s a personal trainer). Guys have told me I look hot tonight in my floral trunks. I agree. I feel great. Pumped. Proud. Confident. Wrestling for The Cave built up my self-esteem after a nasty breakup that left me wallowing in self-pity. It’s just that it’s a young crowd and I'm, well, not.

————— 

SURPRISE, SURPRISE. 

“You’re good at that, Lenny.” 

“What?” I turn to see a handsome 32-year-old Middle Eastern musclestud. He’s got an incredible 5’10”/190-lbs muscular body that’s packed into red tights with a black waistband and black laces hanging loose down the front over his impressive package. Woof. I am stunned, blurting out, “Oh, hey.” I ask, “Sorry, what did you say?”

“I just said that you’re good at that, Lenny. Handling drunks, I mean. I’ve been watching you for a bit and it’s impressive.”

“Oh, that. Thanks. Somebody has to do it.” I extend my hand, “The name is Larry.”

“Oh, sorry. It sounded like Lenny.” I don’t bother to explain that Corey’s a bit of a jerk. The musclestud takes my hand, “Nasir.” We check each other out. He boldly asks me, “You here with someone, Larry?”

I shake my head, “Nope.” All right. He’s picking me up. Sweet. I ask back, “You?”

“Just one of my trainees. Wrestles for The Cave. But he seems to have disappeared. Must have met someone.” Nasir questions me, “You with someone who’s not here, Larry?”

I instinctively frown and answer too honestly, “Sadly, no. I’m, uh, completely single again.” Why didn’t I just say ‘no’?

“Oh, sorry, man.” Nasir guesses right, “Rough breakup?”

Oh shit, now he thinks I’m damaged goods. Realizing I just broke the mood, I quickly reply, “Yeah, but don’t worry. It’s been a while. I’m feeling great. Ready to go. Enjoying my freedom. I am open for business.” I blush, “Fuck, I can’t believe I said that. I’m usually not this corny.” I try to save it with a joke. “Must be the secondhand fumes from Ryan’s breath.”

Nasir laughs at my joke. He puts me at ease, “I like it. Too many ‘too cool’ guys here. I’ll take your honesty any time.” The stud leans into me. He’s solid. His hand slides onto my back. Feels great. His hot breath hits my ear, “I’m single and open for business, too. Would you like to head downstairs? It’s a little quieter.”

I nod and he leads me all the way downstairs to the main floor. We have a good talk along the way. He came with Mylon, a young bodybuilder he’s training. Nasir is a photographer focused on male muscle. Through that, he got into training and managing bodybuilders, making money for them as models, spokespeople, and fitness brands. He even helps with training, using his photographer’s eye to guide them to the perfect physique.

I’m surprised that a guy like this would notice me. Cody helped me get in great shape, but this guy’s surrounded by hotter, younger men. I start feeling self-conscious, but the handsome hunk confidently strides toward one of the individual change rooms for Cody’s personal training business. He waves me in. I slide inside and turn back to see him peeling off his tights, revealing even sexier red trunks.

I try to keep from drooling as he works his tights over his shoes. He walks in and hangs up his tights.  One bench. Two studs. Three mirrored walls. The room is tight for two guys our size, but I won’t mind being close to him. When he closes the door, he also locks it. Okay.

“This is better, don’t you agree?” I nod, my mouth suddenly dry. Nasir puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes down. I sit on the bench. PLOP! He caresses my head as we just stare into each other’s eyes. I put my hands on his hips. I wonder if he’s expecting a quick blowjob or what. He shifts to a shoulder massage. Strong hands. It feels so good.

Nasir says, “Tell me about yourself, Larry.”

I’m surprised, but not unhappy about him slowing things down. I start sharing details of my life, rubbing his body, my eyes drinking him in as I go. He seems interested, asking me questions and giving me the right responses, laughing at my dad jokes and empathizing with the not funny parts of my story. When I’m done, he pulls me up for a kiss. Oh god, that’s great.

As we’re making out, Nasir whispers, “Do you like bearhugs?” I nod. He orders, “Bearhug me.”

————— 

HUGGING NASIR. 

I don’t hesitate. I wrap my arms around him and squeeze. He groans, but says, “No. For real. Use all that sexy muscle to crush me.” My eyebrows go up, but I think he’s serious. He puts his mouth back on mine. We make out and I go for it. I really bearhug him. The air from his lungs enters me as he holds my head, controlling the kiss as I collapse his midsection.

Nasir’s head slides to the side. He puts his mouth to my ear, “Oh, yeah. Just like that. Oh fuck, you’re so strong, Larry. Crush me.” His tongue brushes my ear, but I stay focused on squeezing him. I’m grunting now. His smooth body melds into mine as I give it all I have. I feel his pouch against mine. He’s grinding it on me, getting off on the moment. So am I.

The handsome stud taps my shoulder, and I ease up. He sags against me, resting his head on my shoulder. I kiss his neck. Nasir rubs my back and neck. “That was so good. You’re a strong man, Larry.” He looks me in the eye, “One of the strongest.” I blush as he starts mashing our manhoods together again. I lean in and smother his mouth this time. He lets me.

When we break, he steps back and caresses my torso. Strong hands. I fall back against the only wall without a mirror. I can see us from so many angles, but I focus only on his face. He asks if I know any poses. I nod. He orders me to do a double bicep pose. I oblige him. His worshipping extends to my arms. He’s treating me like a god. It’s got me off-balance.

“Look at this pump. I knew the bearhug would bring out these striations.” Nasir runs his fingers over my muscles. “I saw you earlier, but I was too intimidated to approach. I’m glad I did.”

“You were intimidated to approach me?” My insecurity kicks in and I blurt out, “C’mon. In your line of work, you work with guys way better than me. I’m 25 years older than you. 30-40 older than the guys you train and shoot. You see real beauty all the time.”

The handsome hunk shakes his head, “No. I see a lot of emptiness. Vacant stares. Shallowness. Men with the muscles, but no brains. No soul. I do my best, but boring men make boring images. It’s their eyes. Their poses. It’s not everyone, of course. I love Mylon. Smart. Sweet. But he’s 18. A kid. Men like you, real men with passion and compassion in their eyes, are very rare.”

“Just because something’s rare doesn’t mean it’s great.”

“I watched you with Ryan. So genuine. So real. Deep. Honest. You’re a very attractive man. You’ve experienced the range of human emotion, and it shows. Body, mind, and spirit, Larry.”

“That’s one helluva sales pitch.” I instantly regret that. “Sorry, I don’t mean -”

“Yes, you do. The fact that you think I have an angle doesn’t offend me. You’re humble. It’s part of your charm. I would shoot you any time, Larry. Not for money. But because I’d enjoy capturing your essence.” I relax. He says, “But tonight, I have no camera.” He smiles, “I’ll have to capture you the old-fashioned way.”

“Yeah? How’s that? Cave painting?”

Nasir laughs. He smirks, “Even older than that. Wrestling. Fucking. Are you good with that?”

I nod, “Yeah. I’m more than good with that.”

With that, Nasir moves in for another round of making out. His arms wrap around me. When they tighten up, I gasp into his mouth. My turn to get bearhugged. As our bodies compress into each other, I moan. It feels so good. I reach around his arms and caress his back. He takes that as a sign that I’m not suffering enough. Nasir increases the squeeze and my legs go weak.

My mouth falls away from his. I nestle my mouth in the nape of his neck. My lips and tongue keep working as I groan and gasp. He’s stronger than he looks, and the pain is real. He checks on me. I could give, he’s that strong, but I don’t. He didn’t give to mine, and I don’t want him to think he made a mistake choosing me to play this game. So, I suffer and tell him to keep going.

Nasir finally eases up. I relax into him. He rubs my back, telling me how tough I am. I lift my head and admit that I felt it. He laughs, “I hope so! Most guys are giving when I get it on right.” The hunky stud palms the back of my head, pulling my lips to his. I enjoy the kiss, but I pull off and go back to attacking his neck. I lower myself to kiss his chest. He loves it, moaning.

When I hit one knee, I’m making out with his abs. I reach around and massage his butt. We’ve never said how our fucking will go. I’m versatile, but really want top. Nasir might have other plans. He has been more dominant, leading our interaction and I’m on one knee. To get back to a level playing field, I push up, leaving his obvious bulge untouched. We lock eyes.

I take the lead, “We’re kind of limited in here. Let’s hit the mats.”

Nasir grins, “There it is.”

“What?”

“Confidence. It looks good on you.”

I growl, “Yeah? Then you’ll really love what’s next.”

————— 

WRESTLING NASIR. 

I roughly grab Nasir behind the head, showing some dominance. He’s still grinning, all-in on a more assertive me. I lead him out of the changing room. I’m not expecting him to lie down for me. I know that the sexy musclehunk is going to fight hard to win, but I just need to focus on me. He’s 24-years younger and built. Leaner, but likely more endurance. I need to keep things slow. Luckily, from his love of bearhugs, I can guess he likes it slow.

Power. Pressure. Submission. That’s my strategy. Hope it works.

As we exit, I decide to be playful. I grab him from behind. From his reaction, Nasir wasn’t expecting it. I pull him back into a reverse bearhug. I do it fast. He doesn’t have time to put up much of a fight before I’m squeezing his midsection. His groan of pain ends with a moan of pleasure. I lean back, lifting his feet off the mat. He keeps his head up, grunting loudly.

Nasir leans back, “Oh, fuck, that was brilliant. UNH! You’re so strong.”

I don’t detect any anger at my quick attack nor is there any resistance. I stand up, lowering his feet back down. I can see his cock pushing out his trunks. Yeah, I get his deal. I crush him against my body, constricting his breathing. I take three long, deep breaths and go for broke, giving him all I’ve got. ARGH! The sexy musclestud squats, his legs going weak.

I lean back and lift him again. Nasir lifts his feet, bracing them on my thighs. He’s gripping my thick forearms tightly, his fingers digging into my muscles. He can’t counter but he’s not submitting, either. I shake him from side to side. Loud groans. I have to let him back down. With his feet on the mat. I can draw back my hips and thrust them forward, slamming my bulge into his ass. WHOMP! I grind on him as I continue to crush his midsection.

Nasir moans, but he pushes back into it, welcoming my bulge. Oh shit, that’s got me hot. Now it’s me who’s moaning, I put my lips onto his neck. The sexy stud tickles the inside of my elbows. I gasp. I don’t let go, but I realize too late that it’s all a distraction. His leg is outside mine and snaked back behind mine. His foot turned and locked behind my ankle. Uh oh.

Before I can do anything, the Middle Eastern musclestud pushes back and pulls forward with his foot. My leg flies out. I lose my balance, tripping and falling backwards. We fall together, but I’m underneath his 190-lbs of muscle when we land. BOOM! OOF! My arms fly open, he bounces off me, and I collapse for a second. Nasir spins and rolls over on top of me.

The sexy hunk slides up my body, keeping low so he rubs up my face. I admit that I extend my tongue as his abs pass. He laughs at that, asking if I like his taste. I go to respond verbally, but his bulge is over my mouth, smothering me. Instead, I let my lips and tongue do the talking, opening wide and licking. For that, Nasir pauses. I grab his butt and pull him down harder.

It’s a distraction tactic, but it only works on me. Nasir grabs my head and rolls us over. He opens his legs, and I slide right in between them. Mouth full until he closes up with a head scissors. I gasp, a burst of air from my lungs hitting his pouch. The smooth stud squeezes, showing me the power of his legs. I moan as I lie on my stomach, my neck pushed back.

I take in his musk. I’ve been in worse positions, but I know I can’t linger. I guess he likes any power pressure hold, not just bearhugs. My ex said I had a thick skull, but he didn’t mean it literally. I start to really feel it. I use my legs to rise. I push forward, lifting his legs up in the air. I flip, somersaulting forward. My head pops free and I land on my ass just past his head. PLOP!

Nasir is fast. He’s rolled over and leapt on me before I can move. His powerful right arm whips around my neck, wrapping me up in a choke. I fight that, leaving my body wide open. He pulls back and drags me into a body scissors. I’m lying on top of him, staring into the bright ceiling lights as I’m choked and squeezed. The combination has me helpless and immobilized.

The choke is the most dangerous hold, so that’s what I’m fighting. Unfortunately, it allows him to work and adjust the body scissors from a controlling hold to a submission hold. He gets the soft spot just below my ribs and I cry out. I squirm and struggle, successfully defending my neck. Nasir gives up on that and I manage to sit up. The body scissors is still crushing, but small steps, right?

The sexy musclestud punches the center of my back. POW! I instinctively tighten up and draw my elbows back. He grabs my arms and pulls. My hands go back, and he locks his big hands around my wrists. Nasir pushes up, testing my shoulders in the surfboard. My shoulders go forward, and my head hangs down, staring right at his powerful legs as they collapse my torso.

I’m breathing hard, sweat dripping down. I’m resisting, but it’s tough. My old shoulders aren’t as flexible as they used to be. He’s pushing up, but their resistance is like a natural defense. I growl, summoning my strength. I roll my shoulders just enough to flip my arms. I pull and power them forward. Nasir lets go. He sits up to go for the choke again but doing that eases up his body scissors.

With the pressure off, I throw myself backward. WHOMP! The impact sends him back, this time it’s my 210-lbs of muscle that does the crushing. I manage to push his legs apart and scramble to safety. I spin to face him from one knee. I fight to regulate my breathing which has my pecs heaving and stomach going in and out. I catch myself in the mirror. Red as a beet from the shoulders up.

Nasir rolls onto his side. “You’re a big man, Larry.” He points at my trunks, “Everywhere. Already thinking about stakes?”

I smile and adjust my bulge, “Yeah, but I’m not the only one.”

Nasir matches my move, adjusting himself, “You know it.”

We grin at each other. I dive back at him, hoping to catch him off-guard. I bowl him down, my powerful body flattening him. SPLAT! I grab my arms around his head, pulling his face between my meaty pecs. I smother him as I crush his head. He responds by grabbing me in a bearhug. We crush each other. He moans into the deep crevice of my sculpted chest, and I grunt loudly into the air.

As we squeeze the life out of each other, our legs fight for the dominant position. My head vice is doing more damage than his bearhug. I’m trying hold his legs in a grapevine to avoid - WHOA! Nasir rolls us over, putting me on my back with his arms wedged under me. I wanted to avoid exactly this. The sexy stud manages to slip his head down my sweaty pecs to freedom.

Nasir lets go of my body. It was only a controlling hold anyway. He gets his knee inside my leg, rolling it out. His knee digs into the soft flesh of my groin. I cry out as he pushes in. I sit up to push him off, but he grabs my head and pulls me into a seated front facelock. I push on his hard body, rubbing and feeling him up. He holds firm, lifting up to strain my neck.

I let loose with a gut punch to his side abs. THUD! OOF! I try again. THUD! OOF! This time, I manage to pull my head free. I fall back, pulling my left knee up. As he moves in at me, I get it between us and push him away. I swing my legs around to kneeling. As I rise, Nasir is coming in. I lower my shoulder and push in, hitting him with a surprise shoulder block. WHOMP!

Nasir staggers back. I see my opening. I reach out and grab under his armpits. I pull him into a high bearhug, getting my hands locked between his shoulder blades. Rising high on my knees, I drag him up with me. Our pecs press together as his elbows go up and his hands grip between my shoulder and biceps. I lean in and smother his mouth. He melts from my kiss.

I lift up, practically throwing his 190-lbs of muscle up. I lower my grip around his waist. I get my head under his armpit, forcing him to hang over my shoulder. Nasir moans. I get one knee up and push, lifting him up on my shoulder as I crush his midsection. The bearded stud lifts his knees up, resting his shins just above my hips. I walk and bounce, getting sweet grunts from him.

Nasir pounds my thickly muscled back. THUD! THUD! THUD! It’s basically a brick wall, so I barely feel the shots. When he elbows the back of my head, I feel that. CRACK! Knowing I can’t take another one, I lean forward, dropping him on a flat bench. BAM! I sit on his abs to hold him down as I shake out my head. Nasir smiles up at me, rubbing my legs.

I fondle his pecs, “You love crushing holds.”

“You noticed.”

“Hard not to.”

“Thanks for indulging me.”

I grin and lean forward. I lock lips with the sexy bearded hunk. He goes along, rubbing my broad back. Suddenly, I feel his arms wrap around me and lock up tight. He squeezes hard in the bearhug. I’m pull down against his body, my legs going out wide. I grip the vertical bars on either side of his head for support as I groan with pain. Every time, he softens me up a little more.

I grunt, “Should’ve expected this!”

“Yes, you should have.” A big grin, “Maybe you did? Maybe you wanted to enjoy the crushing vice of my pythons. Feeling me hold you tight. Sweating. Gasping for breath. Our bodies rubbing together as you struggle. Your bulge swiping against mine.”

I groan, “Oh fuck, you make being crushed sound like sex!”

“Not that far off, is it? You’re hard as a rock down there.”

It’s true. He can feel it as I writhe to endure the crippling body vice. I lean in for a kiss, but Nasir shakes his head. “Not this time, my friend.” He opens his arms and throws me sideways. I roll over, landing hard on my back. SPLAT! I wasn’t ready for that. My eyes go wide as he follows me, rolling over and landing on top of me! WHAM! OOF! The wind is knocked out of me.

Nasir palms my head. He slides off me and I feel conflicted. When the musclestud stands, he drags me up by my head. Sensing that I’m not fighting back, he easily maneuvers me onto hands and knees before him. Nasir straddles my head, trapping me in a standing head scissors. As his legs close up, I realize that I’m in deep, deep trouble. It’s too late.

I cry out from the tight leg vice. I push on his legs. They don’t move. I know that never works, but it’s just instinctual. Nasir leans forward and slams his forearms down on my back with a double axehandle. CRUMP! AH! My stomach goes down, but my head can’t rise. My fingers dig into his flexing legs. He reaches for my wrists, but I’m able to pull them down.

My hands grip behind his legs. With a tight grip on his hamstrings, I swing one knee up to plant my foot. I push up, lifting his powerful body off the mat. As we rise, Nasir manages to lock his ankles, preventing him from flying over. He bends his left leg, getting a figure-four head scissors around my head. I try to shake him off, but he hangs down my back, his legs locked.

I start to stagger. The musclestud’s hands grab my ass, which wakes me up fast. He pulls down the back of my trunks as he strangles me. I’m slowly being knocked out. I stumble forward, grabbing Cody’s metal squat rack with my left hand and the pull up/dip rack with my right. I’m stable, but slowly losing it. Luckily, he can’t get a better choke on me.

I need to get free fast. I spin and grab the racks again. I back up, slamming into the wall between them. BAM! BAM! BAM! Nasir’s legs open up. I grab them and walk forward. The air and blood are flowing normally, my focus returning. I squat down, safely lowering the sexy stud to the floor. I step back, straddling his hips. I watch carefully as he lies on the mat.

“Thanks for lowering me down, Larry.”

I rub his bulge with my foot, “When I beat you, I’ll be squeezing a submission out of you, not dropping you on your head.”

Nasir moans. He likes that. His eyes roll back as I massage his bulge with my foot. The hot hunk even lifts his hips, pushing up into my foot. I lift my foot and surprise him by driving it onto his abs. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! I reach down and grab his head. I pull him forward onto his hands and knees. I secure my own standing head scissors. He is quickly moaning.

Nasir tries to stand, looking to back body drop me as I tried to down with him. I grab the racks, and he can’t lift me. He quickly realizes that I’m immovable; he just doesn’t know why. Nasir relaxes and moans, having to suffer between my tree trunk legs. I release him, stepping back. His head sags. I grab it and pull his face to my bulge. I rub the front of my sweaty trunks all over. He groans and opens his mouth to drink it in.

I pull him up the rest of the way. I quickly scoop him, using my power to manhandle him up. I leverage the momentum to flip him over my shoulder. I lower him down, locking him in an upside down bearhug. I bounce him to get him just right – legs on my shoulders, face at my abs, hands on my hips. I start the squeeze as the blood runs down into his head. ARGH!

Using all my power, I roar at his taint. RARRR! His moans get louder. I bounce him as I walk around. This sexy musclestud is mine. Nasir starts whimpering. He’s tough, but I’m determined. I stand in front of the mirror, watching myself dominate him for motivation. My forearms look incredible as I tense and apply more and more spine-crushing pressure.

“I GIVE! I GIVE!”

I ease up and lower myself, gently setting him down again.

Nasir says, “Fuck. No one’s ever got me like that before!”

I tap his bulge with my foot, “You liked it, though.”

The sexy stud nods. He stretches and squirms on the mat. I can’t believe this sexy stud approached me, seduced me, and now he’s mine. I need to buy a lottery ticket, because this is my lucky night. And I still have stakes to take!

————— 

THE THRILL OF VICTORY.

I drop to my knees to admire Nasir’s body. I get top, but first, I push him onto his stomach and straddle his hips. He moans as I begin to massage his shoulders. The hot stud enjoys the power of my hands as I treat him well. I work my way down his back. With all the crushing core attacks, I take my time, kneading his tight muscles as I work from his spine out.

Nasir moans, “Oh, that feels so good. You’ve got magic hands, Larry.”

“I’m a trained massage therapist, so just enjoy the professional treatment.”

“Mmm. No problem there. Wanna trade massages for photos? Your hands feel great on my muscles.”

Is that an invite to meet in the future? Nice. I keep cool, “Yeah. I’d be open to that deal. Your body feels great under my hands.”

I prod and push in, breaking down knots and tension. The sexy muscle hunk tells me that this is the best massage he’s ever had. We’re not in any rush, one of the benefits of not being in a room. This area is mostly unused - no bar and no music. The only guys we’ve seen have been walking out to the ring. They kept their voyeurism to a minimum and moved through.

By the time I’m at his lower back, Nasir is putty in my hands, I pull his trunks down off his butt. I finish working his back before playing with his smooth, unflexed butt cheeks. He likes it. I spread them, checking out his dark hole. I can’t resist adding some lube to my finger and sliding it in. The sext musclestud lifts his butt to take more. I open him up, savoring the sounds of his moans. I’m happy that he’s a verbal and expressive bottom.

I finish stripping off his trunks. Flipping him over, I push his legs out and kneel between them. I admire his cock with my eyes and right hand. I know I have a massage to finish, so I reluctantly let go. I rub his torso, massaging his heaving pecs and six-pack abs. I bring my hands down his pelvis, rotating them onto their outer edges as I raw in toward his manhood. I push back up his body, rotating my hands back to flat. I take my time.

I ask, “Feeling good?”

“Oh yeah. I could go another two rounds, thanks to your magic hands.”

“Exactly what I wanted to hear.”

I grab his cock. He moans. I lightly explore it, playing with it, keeping my grip light. He starts writhing. I alternate hands, sliding them up and off, up and off. I take my time, easing his load up. Nasir arches his back. He warns me that he’s getting close. My cue to add my mouth. I only take his tip, letting my hand control his shaft. The sexy stud is gasping now.

I’m going slowly, continuing to build the pressure inside of him. I watch him squirm. His whimpers get higher pitched. Such a macho stud, reduced to a helpless mess of muscle. I’ve teased him until he’s begging me to cum. I ignore him. I refuse to speed up or stop. Slow and easy. It’s torturous, but he’ll appreciate it when I’m done. He’ll be relaxed; ready for my dick.

I pull my mouth off, “All right, time for your happy ending.”

“Yes, please! I’m so ready!”

I put my mouth back and he gasps. It only takes a little pressure, and he cries out. The first shot hits the back of my throat with some force. He’s exploding, erupting like a volcano of hot, white seed. I drink it down, slurping ever drop that he can unleash. It’s a big load, but I’ve been sucking cocks for 40 years. I can handle almost anything. I empty him, his cock soft and limp.

With that job done, I slide on top of him. He caresses my back as we stare at each other. Nasir smiles, “My first happy ending. They taught you well at that massage school.” I laugh. He grins, “I didn’t realize that losing to you would be so … rewarding.”

I smile back, “Well, I want you ready for stakes.”

“Oh? This is all part of a plan?”

“I prefer to say that it’s part of an experience.” I kiss him, letting him taste himself through my cum-flavored breath. I say, “I know how I want to fuck you. I need you relaxed and recovered.”

Nasir’s eyebrows go up with a curious look. I slide off him, standing up. I grab his right wrist and pull him to his feet. The loose and chill Nasir slams into me. WHOMP! I grab him tightly and kiss his handsome face. I lock on a bearhug and carry him to the change room As we make out. Inside, I turn him, hands up on the big mirror, ass out. I lube his hole, sheathe my cock, and line up my cock. He pushes back eagerly, able to see thanks to the mirrored walls.

I surprise him by grabbing him around the waist. “This experience is designed just for you, Nasir.” I push my cock inside him as I simultaneously pull him into a reverse bearhug. My arms slowly tightening around him lead him onto my dick until his smooth butt cheeks are pressed against my pelvis. He groans as I crush him in the hard bearhug, his ass filled with my meat.

I seductively whisper, “Crushed and fucked. You like that, sexy.”

“Oh, fuck, yes, Larry. Crush and fuck me! OH GOD!”

I pump my hips in short, powerful thrusts as I squeeze his amazing body. The amazing muscle hunk lets go of the wall, gripping my forearms instead as he stays leaning forward, butt back. I’m rapidly pounding him, getting grunts, moans, and interjections that keep me hard. Verbal and expressive. I can see in the mirror that he’s hard again, loving the combination.

Nasir is crying out, begging for me to go harder, both with the bearhug and the fuck. I oblige, going all out on both. His muscular body is limp and weak as he gasps, his cock leaking and head hanging down. I ease up and he relaxes, breathing hard as he sags in my arms. The sexy stud growls, “No one’s ever …” His voice drifts as his panting overtakes it.

We lock eyes in the mirror. I see him smiling and glassy-eyed. I ease up on the reverse bearhug. It’s easy to power him into a full nelson without even having to slide my cock out. Nasir moans louder as I collapse his shoulders and lock my fingers behind his head. I lean back so he’s hanging from the nelson, still impaled on my cock. His groans keep me hard.

I lower his feet to the floor and resume pounding him. He sends me a clear message by pushing his hips back, making sure I don’t slide out. I thrust in, going balls deep every time. I listen for his different cries, starting to learn them. I know exactly where his spot is, and I aim for it. His dick is whipping around, lining the mirror with pre-cum as I relentlessly ravage his ass.

The full nelson fuck goes on, but when I get close, I release it. Nasir is weak, barely able to stand, but he pushes back, attaching his ass to my pelvis. I switch to a rear naked choke. I tease him, “Body? Crushed. Shoulders? Crushed. You ready for the finale, sexy?” He whimpers and grips my forearm and bicep as I tighten them around his neck. “Ready?”

Nasir nods, encouraging me. He lifts one knee onto the bench, allowing me a new better angle. I laugh, “Hungry man.” Another nod. I start thrusting in deep. My balls are tight, ready to answer the call. I keep the choke controlling but not too tight. I don’t want to knock him out. I’m the one panting and gasping now. I’m drenched in sweat. My upper body is bright red.

I release the muscle hunk and slide out. I whip off the condom as he spins and sits on the bench. No words needed. Nasir immediately reaches out and grabs my naked cock. He pulls me toward him and engulfs it. He’s jerking his own cock as he sucks mine. I built my load right to the edge. His technique is great, but I don’t get to experience much of it before I gotta go.

“I’m cumming!”

Nasir stays on my cock, returning the favor by swallowing my load. I shoot into his mouth, my whole body shaking from the sensation of the killer orgasm. I shudder and cry out as I grip his head for support. I stare at the mirrored walls, overwhelmed by the sight of this gorgeous Middle Eastern muscleman taking every drop I can make. He eagerly gulps it all down.

When he lets go, I stumble back against the only wall without a mirror. I watch as Nasir pumps out another load. Smaller than the one I took, but still impressive. I relax against the wall, unable to do anything. Nasir stands up. He reaches out and rubs my torso. I twitch, my body highly sensitive after the intensity of my orgasm. He enjoys my responsiveness.

Nasir takes the lead, pulling me out of the change room. He jokes, “Cody should have put a cleanup guy down here, too.”

I laugh, “We can let him know, but first, I need to sit down. You wore this man out.”

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WHAT’S NEXT? 

I collapse on the nearest incline bench. I slide back and lean against the raised back. I sit, legs open wide, and just admire the man I just wrestled and fucked. I hadn’t expected this kind of action, so I’m a little overwhelmed. I’m a natural romantic, so I have to work to suppress that. If Nasir ditches me after sex and walks off back into the party, I’ll just be thankful for a good time.

Nasir doesn’t run away. He moves toward me. He steps over the bench facing me. I stare at him, naked in boots. The hunky stud sits down, our knees pushing into each other as our legs spread out. He reaches out and caresses my torso. I moan with pleasure. His strong hands feel so good on my abs and pecs. We lock eyes and just focus on each other as he works.

I sit forward, reaching under his arms to grab his waist. I slide them over him legs and he lets out a soft, satisfied purr. He playfully pinches my right nipple, and I flinch. He laughs lightly, “Still sensitive.” I nod. My hands are back to his hips. I feel emboldened by his continued flirtiness, so I move them in, lightly touching his pelvis. He squirms a little. I trace down his soft cock and he grins.

“Thanks, Larry. That was amazing.”

I force a smile, feeling like that’s the start of a brush off. I open my mouth to thank him in return, but Nasir surprises me. He leans forward and smothers my mouth. Did I misread the finality? His cock is stiffening up as I play with it. Maybe he’s looking to fuck me on this bench? Can he go a third time? If he tries to lead me there, I’ll let him. I’ll bend over like a whore and take whatever he’s got left.

The makeout session is long and Nasir makes no moves, other than owning my mouth and neck. Oh shit, he’s got me whimpering like a hungry dog. I guess that’s what I am. I’m submitting to him. Hopefully that’s not a turn off. I try to flip things, but I’m melting for him, and he just keeps going, resisting any attempts I make to give him the same pleasure back.

Nasir finally pulls off. He asks, “Would you mind if we cuddled a bit, Larry?” He rubs my biceps, “It’s okay if you want to go back to the party, but I’d like to relax in your arms.”

“I’d luh-like that.” Damn, almost said I’d love that. Too early to use the L-word in any context.

The gorgeous hunk smirks, hearing my hitch and knowing exactly why it happened. He stands up, putting his semi-hard cock at my face. I debate taking it with my lips, as it’s so tempting, but he spins, showing me his ass. I let out a soft moan. Mmm. Damn. Real smooth, Larry. I hear a chuckle as he sits down. Nasir leans against me. I slide my arms under his armpits and hold him as I fall against the seat back.

I hold him tightly, knowing how much he likes to be squeezed. Not crushing tight, but solidly, so he feels it. Nasir responds with a happy moan as he grips my forearms. He says, “That feels so nice. You know exactly how to hold me.” The hunky stud’s cock powers up. Damn, to be 32 again. I watch it rise until it’s stretching up his abs, hovering in place. It points at us. I do want it inside me, mouth or ass, so I hope we can meet again.

Nasir asks, “So, when can I get you in front of my camera, Larry?”

I let out a surprised gasp, thrilled by the thought of a next time. He laughs at my surprise but rubs my forearms to reassure me. I’m about to be way too eager when we hear a crash outside the curtain. SPLAT! OOF! FUCK! Distracted, I say, “Yikes. Sounds like someone tripped down the stairs. Hope he’s okay.”

We hear loud voices. Nasir says, “Sounds like two people tripped and they’re not happy about it.”

The curtain flings open and a short, cute stud stomps through. I recognize him. Vin. Cave wrestler. He ignores us, lost in his anger. I wonder if he’s mad about the collision we heard or something more. From what I’ve seen and heard, Vin can be emotional and a hothead. He races right through the gym and down the hall heading to the parking lot where the ring is.

I re-focus on Nasir, “I’d love to pose for you any -”

A tall, dark-haired stud bursts through the curtain now. His name is Spence, and I now understand the yelling and Vin’s stomping through here. Unlike Vin, he has to pause and look around. There are change rooms and a bathroom where Vin could have locked himself away to hide from his former friend. He looks at us. I point at the back, “He went that way, sport.”

“Thanks, Larry.”

“I’d wait if I were -” Spence marches to the hall. With his long legs, he’s out of ear shot before I can even finish my first sentence. “- and you’re gone.”

Nasir observes, “That looked dramatic.”

“Oh yeah. Here’s what I know. Vin, the short guy, and Spence, the tall guy, were friends. Really good friends. From college. Vin secretly loved Spence. Things blew up after a Cave match and well, DRAMA! Spence didn’t immediately love Vin back. Vin got pissed. Spence got pissed back. Now, they never show up to practice at the same time. I hear it’s a real Cold War.”

“Seems like it’s heating up. You think they’ll fight?”

“If Spence catches Vin, probably. There’s a ring back there. Hopefully they use that. Settle things in a safe way.” I ask, “Do you want to follow? Should we try and mediate?”

“No, I don’t really like drama and it’s not like they’re going to listen to us.” Nasir pushes back against me, snuggling in, “I’m exactly where I want to be.”

“Me, too.”

I kiss his neck. Nasir purrs, “Mmm. I believe we were arranging your first photo shoot?”

THE END.

UP NEXT … IN AMU 250.5, IT’S SPENCER VS. VIN! SPOILER ALERT ... NOT EVERY ENCOUNTER AT THIS PARTY IS A HAPPY ONE.