CODY’S ROOFTOP DECK.
RYAN’S BIRTHDAY PARTY.
LOS ANGELES CA.
“Just one more, Dustin. Remember Xaq? My trainee?”
“The kid who said I have a decent body for an old guy?”
“Yeah, that’s the one.”
I’m surprised, “He’s a millionaire?”
Cody laughs, “No.” My high school crush/enemy/new friend continues, “Xaq’s a fashion student. His favorite professor is here. Jon Maddox. He’s a millionaire. The guy built a fashion brand and he’s a big fan of The Cave and of The Bat. I met him last week. Knowing you were coming, I mentioned your efforts. He was open to your pitch, personally and professionally.”
“His designs are streetwear. Designed for young men. It’s called Mad Ox. I’m sure Rufus and the kids would know it. You’re not familiar with it?
“My clothes come from thrift stores, Cody.”
The handsome stud smiles, “Tight vintage tees and faded jeans? Mmm. Hot.”
“You’re so good for my ego.”
Cody rolls his eyes, “Don’t pretend you don’t know you’re gorgeous.”
I just shrug as he smirks at me.
“Anyway, Jon’s the longest shot of the night, but I don’t want to leave any avenue unturned. When you expand, he can support you in LA.” Expansion? Cody’s ambitious. I’ll be happy if I keep my Philly gym open another year. He searches, “Now to track him down. Shouldn’t be hard. He’s our age, 6’3”, about 180, hot and blond.”
“Oh. Sure."
I realize that sounds ungrateful. “Sorry. I appreciate everything. I’m just not used to talking to these kinds of people. Most of my social interactions are with the teens or friends. Talking to a bunch of investors is … stressful. I don’t know what to say. I don’t travel, dine out, go to galas, follow the latest tech innovations, wear fashion, know anyone they know …”
“I couldn’t tell. You nailed it.” This guy. Cody gives me a hug. It feels great, but it makes me think about the past. I had a chance at having this amazing man hug me every day of my life and I threw it away. Now, he’s that Jae guy’s man. Cody breaks, “You were great, but yeah, take some time. Relax for an hour. Meet some regular guys. That’s like 99% of who’s here.”
I nod, “Thank you, Cody.”
“It’s cool. You can take a break without my permission. I should check on Ry.”
“No. Thank you for forgiving me. For believing in me.”
Cody smiles, “You’re responsible for that, Dustin. Becoming the man you are.”
I sigh, “It feels like I’ve come full circle. Back to before everything went to shit. These past couple of months since we reconnected have been so healthy for me. Mentally, I mean.”
The handsome stud tilts his head, “I haven’t done anything, yet.”
“You’ve done everything. Cody, I’m filled with regrets. I get consumed by them. Especially for not listening to you when you told me to be better. It took a decade, but earning your respect has helped me get past that. I’m able to really focus on the future now.”
He shrugs, “Dustin. I’ve done some bad things in my life. You're lucky. You know me from high school and now. You missed my years as a self-centered asshole. It’s never too late to change. I found my way back, but every selfish and stupid move I ever made led me here. It’s the same with you. You had to go through the lows, but I can tell you’re headed for amazing highs.”
“I’m just saying, even if we don’t get anything, you’ve made a difference. I’ll still be happy.”
Cody smirks, “I won’t be. What you’ve done for kids like Rufus is impressive. We’re gonna make it happen this week. I’m confident.”
I dive in and hug him. I sob on his shoulder a little before pulling it together. Cody makes sure I’m okay. I assure him that I am. And just in time. We’re joined by Rufus and a short Black bodybuilder. We’re introduced. His name is Mylon. 18, like Roof. They’ve really hit it off. I’m happy for them. Rufus wants all the details, but I just tell him everything went great.
Cody saves me by taking over the conversation. He always had a good sense about what people were feeling and he still does. As Cody brags about how great I was. He offers to brief Rufus, enabling me to excuse myself and head to the second floor where it’s quieter and more mellow. I chug down water, close my eyes and just breathe. I can’t believe a chance run-in with Ryan at a club two and a half months ago led to tonight. I set down the glass and move.
I pace a bit. A few guys check me out. None are interesting to me, but I nod and smile, not wanting to piss anyone off. I could use some physical action. Wrestling. Wait. I see a guy. 6’3”. Blond. Lean muscles in jeans. He’s with a short fireplug. I bet that’s Jon. This is why I’m here. Action can wait. They head into a room. Oh. I guess I got some time. Still, I should tell Cody.
I round the corner behind the kitchen.
I’m lost in my head, thinking about this new designer guy and all the past conversations.
I run right into a big, hairy stud.
WHOMP!
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LUCKY ACCIDENT
Damn, I didn’t even see him. I’m 6’2”/ 220. He’s 6’2”/225. We’re the same size, but he doesn’t move, and I bounce off him. You’d think a guy who like me would have better balance, but I’m not thinking, so I stumble a bit. The hunk acts fast. He grabs my arm to steady me. I wasn’t going down or anything, but I appreciate the thought. Hm. Strong, calloused hands. Working hands. Nice.
“Yeah, yeah. Sorry. Didn’t even see you.”
The stud rubs my arm before letting go. He laughs, “First time anyone’s ever said that to me.”
“I was completely lost in thought about … just not paying attention. Sorry.”
Hairy dude isn’t upset. He ignores my apology and instead asks, “Nothing bad happened, I hope. No drama? I know how things can be around here. There was just a wicked grudge match downstairs.”
“Wicked? Are you from New England?”
“No, I’m a fan of musicals.” The guy smiles. It’s a great smile. “Actually, a former roommate of mine was from Boston, and I picked it up. I do that. So, are you okay?”
Wow, the man is worried about me, a guy he’s never seen before? This is a man worth checking out. So, I check him out. He’s hot as fuck. Thick, hairy, and handsome with a big smile. He’s got an earnest face with a sweet and genuine expression. Like me, he’s in black squarecuts. About my age, too. So many similarities. Maybe it’s a sign.
It’s kind of irresponsible for me to want to have fun when I should be working the party, but I know that the design guy is busy, and Cody did call him a longshot. I have some time. After spending hours fighting to keep things professional with a man I’ve crushed on for almost half my life, I feel like this hunky beefcake guy is exactly the distraction I need right now.
I reply, “It’s nothing bad or dramatic. Actually, coming down from an adrenaline high.” He looks more like my kind of people, but for all I know, he’s a tech billionaire or a pro wrestling superstar. I pause, “Do you really want to hear about this? If you’re just being nice and wanna move on, yeah, I’m good.”
The hairy beefcake gives me a genuine smile, “I really do wanna know if you wanna tell me.”
“Okay, yeah. I’m great actually. Probably the best night I’ve had in my adult life.”
“Wow. The best?” I nod. “Congrats.” The hairy stud hesitates, holding something back.
It’s my turn to check on him, “You got quiet. You okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. Just had to think.” Beefy boy leans in like he’s gonna tell me a big secret, “I’m gonna be honest. I’m about to hit on you. See if you want to wrestle or dance or whatever. But you’re a big, ripped stud, hot as fuck, and it’s the best night of your life?” He leans back and breaks out that smile. “That’s a lot of pressure on me. A lot to live up to.”
I like this guy. Confident but not cocky. I lean to his ear, “You’re a big man who’s hot as fuck, too. I bet you can handle it.” We square up, both grinning. “Hit away.”
“All right, man. Let’s start easy. Hi, I’m Shawn.”
“Dustin.”
“Haven’t seen you around here, Dustin. You a new wrestler for The Cave?”
“Nope, I live in Philly. Went to high school with Cody and Ryan.”
“Wow. And you came for Ryan’s birthday? That’s cool.”
I explain the deal, how I’m here on a mission to raise money for my charity. I keep it real, not hiding that I’ve got nothing and am barely scraping by. I don’t know why I tell him all this, but it feels like Shawn gets it. After spending hours with wealthy men, I like that he’s a down-to-earth guy who is just getting by, too. He tells me it’s impressive and he’s sorry he can’t help out.
I boldly ask, “Do you wanna go into one of these private rooms, Shawn? I need to burn off some of this energy.”
“Yeah, I’d love to. Maybe I can shut the fuck up if we’re wrestling.” As we move forward, he jokes, “You must be good with the kids because you sure got too much truth outta me. And you’re still interested?” I nod. “Cool. Being a big, hairy, broke guy who does gay porn wrestling because his shit job doesn’t pay the bills isn’t usually the best deal closer for me.”
I laugh, “Well, I’m a big broke guy, too. And at this party, gay porn wrestling is kinda the theme, so no judgment.” I rub his back, “I’m gonna try to make tonight a good night for both of us.”
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HITTING THE MATS.
We stretch out enough to avoid injury but Shawn’s a no-nonsense guy. We both want to start. As we loosen up, the hairy hunk explains that he’s trained off and on with The Cave for over a year but he’s still a novice. Mainly relies on his size and resilience to be competitive. The hairy hunk remains an open book, admitting that he’s never beaten anyone close to his size.
I ask, ‘Why did you join?”
“Money. I needed it and was running out of options. A friend suggested pro wrestling. You know, because I’m a big guy. Turns out, it takes a long time to make money, if you ever do. Plus, no one was willing to watch a guy who knows nothing. Training would’ve been expensive and taken a long time.”
“You knew nothing about wrestling?”
“Nothing. Nada. Zilch. An online search turned up The Cave. I figured it was porn, so their standards would be lower. Still weren’t as low as me, but Cody took pity on me.” Of course he did. “He spent a lot of time building me up from nothing just to make me not dangerous. Ryan even told me he would’ve passed on me, but luckily, Cody was recruiting that day.”
Fuck, I am obviously not going to be able to get over my 14-year-old crush at this party.
“Best part is all the side gigs. Security. Construction. Landscaping. Moving. Anyone who needs some muscle knows to call me first. Like, I helped haul shit for Cody’s roof deck. I offered to do that for free, but they paid me anyway. And I’ve done a few Watch Me Fight videos for guys. I work seven days a week, but it adds up. I’ve been able to pay my bills ever since I joined.”
I need to get wrestling. “Sound great. You ready?”
Shawn is ready. We lockup and my mind clears. This is exactly what I need. We test each other. Shawn tries a couple of moves and shifts, but they’re easy to counter. His power is impressive, but I can balance it with my skill. And I’m not exactly weak. I surprise him by twisting and sliding him into a standing side headlock. UNH! I crank hard on the classic pro move.
The hairy hunk rubs my body as he suffers. His forehead turns bright red. I’m using a good amount of power, seeing what he can take. I go harder and he just grunts. Tough guy. Nice. Shawn punches the back of my knee. Bad move. Yeah, I drop, but I could easily drive his head into the mat. I don’t, holding back to keep things going. Instead, I twist and roll us over so I’m lying on his chest, keeping the headlock.
Shawn grunts and pushes against my body. That’s not going to work. He keeps his legs moving. I’m surprised and impressed. He uses them to roll us over. The burly beefcake slips his head free and moves out of reach. He shakes his head out and opens his mouth to check his jaw. Okay, I’m feeling this guy. Strong. Tough. Feisty. Yeah, I can work with this sexy stud.
The big boy moves back in for more immediately. Now I’m even more impressed. It’s reckless, but he’s eager. I like eager big boys. We lock up on our knees. He pushes forward, hoping to barrel through me. I turn and use his arm to roll him onto his back. Surprisingly, I don’t go for the obvious arm submission. Instead, I power him down as I mount him. I pin his wrists down.
I feel strange. I don’t want to submit him. I want to kiss him. The big hairy stud stares at me and must see it. He lifts his head. I have to meet him. As soon as our lips touch, I feel great. Relaxed. Everything outside the room disappears and my mind empties. I only think about this guy in this moment. He’s a surprisingly soft kisser. Not even any tongue and I’m losing it.
Shawn lowers his head, and my lips chase him to continue. I pump my hips, grinding on his beefy torso. He moans under me. The burly beefcake breaks the kiss. “Wow.” I nod. Suddenly, he throws me off and rolls us over. I love the feeling of his weight pressing down on me. Another minute of making out. This is the longest I’ve allowed myself to be pinned in a long time.
Shawn breaks, “This is awesome, but I wanna keep wrestling. You?”
I nod. Simultaneously, we start fighting for control. Shawn’s big, but clumsy. He’s slower than any of my opponents in past ten years. I realize that he’s just a regular guy and it makes me love this moment even more. I make him work, never seizing the dozens of openings he gives me. He’s sweating and breathing hard. I’m sweating too. He’s a lot of man to control.
We start trading holds. I keep my guard up, knowing that even untrained guys can get lucky. And he knows a few things. Cody’s taught him some submission holds. He just can’t get keep up with me. I get it. The Cave. That’s what his style is. Slower paced. More methodical. Wrestling for entertainment, not for the quick win. His fights go for thirty minutes. My fights last seconds. This is hotter. I’ll adjust.
I get Shawn close with an armlock, testing his pain tolerance. Wow. He’s a tough man. I switch to a choke. He keeps moving. I release the hold instead of putting him out. We roll around. He’s fighting and flailing. I give him a couple of openings. He gets me in a leg scissors. Oh fuck. His thick legs feel great around my waist. I moan and sell so he keeps going squeezing.
I could stay like this forever.
Shawn lets go and I miss it, but my instinct kicks in. I flip around and start a new round of grappling. I dominate him, making him work to defend himself. I keep the speed and pressure closer to his level to encourage him to fight me. He does, never stopping. I can see the determination in his face. He’s as cute when he’s being serious as he is when he’s smiling.
The beefy stud is breathing heavy. The mat is drenched. We’re almost in an oil match. Rolling and writhing, we cover the whole surface. I’m sweating, too, as I keep the offense up. Minutes pass. I pass on several opportunities but try not to make it obvious. I get on top and lock Shawn in a grapevine, spreading his legs out wide as I pin his wrists to the mat.
We lock eyes and I kiss him. The hairy hunk responds with equal passion. Tongues come out this time and we go at it. I pull wider on his legs and drink in his sharp, pained exhale. I let Shawn push me away. He stands up. I join him. I enjoy the sight of him. Pumped. Wet breathing hard, his chest rising and his stomach going in and out. Sexy. He drinks some water and my cock twitches. What? I'm definitely not feeling like myself.
In a good way.
The beefy stud says, “You’re taking it easy on me.”
I shrug as I wipe sweat off my chiseled abs with a white hand towel. His eyes fixate on them like I fixated on him drinking water, which is exactly what I want. Even out the lust. He adjusts his crotch. I reply, “Just feeling you out. Working up a sweat.”
“Pretty sure all that shine on you is from me.”
“No, I’m sweating, too.” I lift my arm, joking, “You wanna taste to confirm it’s mine?”
Shawn grins, “Hell yeah, I do.”
My eyebrows go up. “For real?”
The hairy hunk moves in. He lowers his face into my pit, taking a big whiff. SNIFF! When his scruff hits my pit, I flinch. It feels good. I don’t date. My hook ups are wham-bam type fucks. Quick and rough. I know handles, not names. Almost always with me on top. Shawn’s hands are roaming my body while he uses his tongue. I close my eyes and enjoy being pampered.
Shawn moves in behind me. He lifts my other arm to go for my other pit. Or at least that’s what I’m thinking. The burly bruiser suddenly locks on a full nelson. UGH! It’s tight. Shawn moves me into the wall. His hips push into my ass, pinning my bulge against the wall. The hairy hunk grinds on me. I moan. Oh fuck. My meat is crushed in a good way, powering up to meet the challenge. The pressure has my dick excited.
I grunt, “Cheap move.”
Shawn teases, “Only kind of move I can afford.”
I laugh. I shouldn’t, but it was cute. He’s cute. I should be fighting back. Instead, my fight instincts stay down, letting this guy have his way with me. He’s got the nelson locked on, but it’s not crushing me. And my cock is responding to the dry humping. Shawn leans back, stretching me out. I let out a groan. He lowers me down and moves me back against the wall.
Shawn releases the full nelson. He pins my wrists over my head and kisses the back of my neck. Oh fuck. Again, I could easily flip this, but I don’t. He’s not hurting me. His furry torso rubs on my back and it feels nice. He holds both my wrists in one hand, letting the other one roam. Shawn tickles my armpit, and I writhe against the wall. He uses his body to keep me in place.
My squirming pulls my arms free. Shawn attacks my neck and ear with his tongue. Both his hands are buried in my armpits, tickling and teasing them. I’m laughing and playfully begging. I don’t laugh very often. I never let me guard down. I’m not ready to be serious now. This night’s gone great, but it was so stressful. Trying to impress Cody. Meeting the investors. Feeling responsible for Rufus. This is my first chance to relax tonight. To relax in forever.
After our grappling, I’m confident I could crush Shawn. Submit him in seconds. It wouldn’t be hard, but you know what? I don’t want to. I’m having too much fun.
Fun. What a concept.
The hairy hunk pulls his mouth off. He whispers in my ear, “How’s that feel?” I just moan. One hand reaches around. He finds my growing cock. It answers his question. He grabs my dick tighter in the black squarecuts. “That good, huh?”
I can only whimper, “Shawn.”
Two big bear arms slide around my waist. They tighten up and I’m locked in a reverse bearhug. I groan. Shawn says, “Cody taught me there’s a right spot and a wrong spot.” He adjusts position and squeezes. I moan, feeling his power. “That sounds like the right spot.” I laugh, but it’s hard to breathe. I grip his wrists, but I don’t try to break free. I moan and move against him so he knows it’s working.
I like the feeling of his fur scratching the smooth flesh of my back. I like the power he’s displaying. I like the feeling of being held, even if it’s a brutal submission hold. I push back against him, my ass finding his bulge. He responds by pushing his hips forward. Shawn’s hard, too. He increases the pressure. Oh fuck. I lean my head back to the side. He kisses my neck.
I feel his grip loosening. I beg, “Don’t.”
“You want more?”
“Yes!”
Shawn asks, “What’re we doing here?”
I freeze, sensing a change in tone. I reply, “You don’t know?”
“I mean, you’re an MMA guy. You could kick my ass but you’re holding back.”
I get worried. I spin in his hug and grab his face, telling him sincerely, “I’m having fun. Are you upset?”
“No! I’m having a great time. I just don’t want you to think you have to go easy on me. Treat me with kid gloves or whatever. I’m sure as fuck not some kind of guy who needs you to let him win. I know that I’m not your level. No ego. No delusions. I’ll take what you wanna dish out.”
“I believe you. But I’m loving this style. This pace. Would you rather have a 30-second MMA match?”
Shawn admits, “No.”
“Me neither. You’re a big, sexy beast, Shawn. Trust me. You’ve impressed me. Made me horny. And given me more fun than I’ve had in a long time. I just wanna get the most out of this moment. I don’t want it to end. I know it has to, but I’m gonna make it last.”
Satisfied, Shawn grins his sexy grin, “You smooth talker. I’m sorry I broke the mood.”
“You didn’t. I’m glad you brought it up.” I kiss him. “Can we keep going?”
“Hell yeah!” Shawn spins me and locks me back in the reverse bearhug. I sink back into him. He laughs in my ear, “I think you were telling me how much you want this.” He squeezes harder and I feel it. I groan. “Yeah, you like that? You want more?”
I moan, “I want this.” I whip my arm up and grab behind his head. I throw myself forward, pulling him with me. Shawn and I fly over, tripping onto the mat. We land on his back with my 220-lbs of ripped muscle on top of him. SPLAT! He loses the bearhug. I bounce off. I immediately jump on him, pinning his wrists down beside his ears. He smiles at me.
Shawn says, “I’m about to get MMA’ed aren’t I? Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.”
I slide back and grind my bulge on his, “It’s still fun.”
The beefy stud uses his most effective weapon - casual cuteness. “How’s your adrenaline?”
“Rising. Definitely rising.”
Shawn lifts his hips to grind against me. “I’m rising, too.” He smirks, “I’m glad I ran into you. Even though I almost knocked you down.”
“You didn’t almost knock me down.”
“Yeah, pretty sure I did. You hit all this beef at full speed and bounced right off. I had to steady you to keep you from falling on that perfect ass of yours.”
I sit up and rub his furry torso. Sexy. I flick his nipple, “C’mon. Let’s see who knocks who down.”
I help Shawn to his feet and we step apart. We move in simultaneously and bump chests. BOMP! We both go back a step. We do it again. I flex my smooth, sculpted pecs, smashing into his furry chest. WHOMP! Again. Harder this time. WHOMP! Back another step. Again. WHOMP! The burly beefcake sends me back two steps while he doesn’t move at all.
Before I can set, the hairy hunk follows in. He slams his 225-lbs of beef into me again. WHOMP! I stumble back, wobbling. Shawn is on me, ramming his full torso into me. BOOM! I fly back, hitting against the wall. BAM! Shawn splashes on top of me, sandwiching me between the wall and his big body. SPLAT! OOF! He holds me in place with his big body.
Shawn grins, “I guess we found a wrestling style I can win at.” I raise my eyebrows. He pushes his stomach into me, “Sumo.”
I laugh. “Better watch out. My competitive side will kick in.”
“Well, we can’t have that.”
The burly beefcake reaches down and grabs my hard bulge. I gasp. His strong hand feels great playfully working my junk. He leans forward, pressing his chest on mine. The scruff of his beard hits my neck before his tongue hits my ear. I moan. Fuck, it’s working. My competitive side stands down, as I’m erotically tortured. I enjoy it before summoning the will to push him off.
I shake my head, “You’re a real powerhouse.”
“Yeah?” Shawn teases me by rubbing his torso as he moves his hips side to side. “You like this beef? Can’t get enough, right?”
I reach out and rub his tummy. “Hell yeah. So fucking sexy.”
Shawn traces my cut abs, “Look who’s talking. You’ve got an actual washboard.”
I grab behind his head and his shoulder. Shawn lets me bring him to his knees. PLOP! He doesn’t resist as I pull his face into my midsection. His mouth tastes my abs, his tongue licking them. Fuck. Shawn rubs my legs as he lowers his mouth to the outline of my cock head in my black trunks. I go weak in the knees as he sucks on it. Fuck.
Suddenly, Shawn whispers, “Brace yourself.”
I look down as he pulls on my legs. I fall back, landing safely thanks to his warning. PLOP! Shawn is on top of me immediately, flattening me with his 225-lbs of beef. He locks me in a grapevine, matching my earlier move. Opening my legs, he smiles gleefully. His spirit is infectious. I can see why Cody was willing to do extra-work to help him out.
The hairy hunk says, “I’m not done wrestling you, yet.”
I growl, “Bring it on.”
I easily break free from his grapevine. Shawn looks back as though that’s where the action is. So cute. I plant my feet and flip us over so I’m on top. I sit on his legs. I playfully punch him in the stomach. BOFF! The burly beefcake grunts. I do it harder. THUD! I hit muscle. He might not have a visible six-pack, but the hairy hunk has a solid core. POW! A third punch gets a moan.
Shawn growls as he props himself up on his elbows, “You aren’t much of a striker, eh?”
“Eh? Did you live with a Canadian, too?”
“Renting a room from one right now. There's a guy who knows how to punch. Hockey. Teaches them how to throw a real one.”
My eyes narrow at the challenge. I rub his stomach and punch again, going harder. THUD! OOF! That gets a reaction. He lies back and pats his belly. I fire two more fists, the hardest ones, yet and nearly full strength. POW! THUD! He coughs and nods, “Almost hockey-level.” I shake my head. I do one more, full strength. THUMP! OOF! Shawn throws me off his legs.
I move in fast, tackling him down. With a big smile on my face, I warn him, “You’re playing with fire.” In response, the hairy hunk throws me off again. He gets on top, but I roll with the momentum and move to one knee. He rises and charges. I catch him in the spear and easily flip him to the side. However, as he goes over, Shawn grabs the side of my squarecuts.
My gear stretches but doesn’t tear. His 225-lbs of flipping beef pulls me and I awkwardly go down with him. WHOA! My knees buckle and I can’t stay up. I land beside him, face down. SLAM! SPLAT! The hairy beast slides on top of me his crotch on my head and his face at my ass. Lying on my back, he pushes my gear off my ass onto my thighs. I’m only wearing a black jock underneath, so he’s getting a great view.
Shawn slides down, rising to his knees as he sits on my upper back. He works my squarecuts to my knees. I squirm underneath him, putting up a front of struggle, but letting him play. The big burly boy bounces on my back, driving his 225-lbs of sexy beef on me. DUP! DUP! DUP! I settle down as I catch my breath. Shawn slides down more, getting in a squat as my gear reaches my ankles. I wait, letting him pull them off.
Too late, I realize that he’s not removing my squarecuts. The hairy hunk is wrapping them around his hand, binding my ankles. What the? Damn it. This must be Cave nonsense. I look back as he stands, using my spandex to lift my legs. He locks both my ankles under his furry left armpit. Shawn sits back and I’m trapped in a crab variation. Shit. That’s what I get for being too fucking horny.
The burly beefcake sits, forcing my spine to bend the wrong way. I moan loudly. Not nonsense anymore. This actually has me feeling pain. With both my legs under his left arm, Shawn has a free hand. His long arms enable him to reach my jock pouch. The hairy beast cups it in his big right paw. I moan as he plays with my trapped cock and balls. Mmm. I settle down.
“Damn, is this all sweat or …” I wait his verdict. He makes loud sucking and tasting noises. “No! That’s not sweat. You ARE having fun.” A full hand grip and teasing shake, “Anyone ever tell you that your pre-cum is sweet?”
I grunt, “No, but I’m glad you like it, because you’re gonna have a belly full when I’m done with you.”
Shawn squeezes my balls. I moan. He taunts, “They’re big, but you really think these guys can fill my belly?”
“Let’s find out!”
I push up and kick out, breaking free. I roll onto my ass and pull my knees up so I can untie my ankles. Shawn stands back, letting me get free. He’s in no hurry to come at me, keeping things friendly. Smart man. He slowly strips off his black squarecuts, revealing a blue thong. Woof.
“Only seems fair that we keep the gear even.” The hairy hunk enthusiastically adjusts his meat in his pouch, “I guess that’s two types of wrestling I’m better at.” My eyes narrow. He smirks at me, “Sumo and rip-n-strip. Huh, guess I really underestimated myself.”
I stand up, unable to keep the smile off my face. With this playful banter, the beefy stud is definitely pushing my buttons without going far enough that it activates my competitiveness. I’m loving every minute of it, and he can tell. I like seeing Shawn with swagger. I twirl my finger, “Show me what you got.” The hairy hunk grins and does a slow, hands up, hip-swinging turn.
I whistle at his ass, “That’s some nice beef. Now I know what I’m fighting for.”
Shawn snaps his fingers, “Damn, my fuckable butt gets me in trouble again.”
I laugh again, “Yeah, it does.”
We move in for a lock up. I go low, going under his defenses. I get my shoulder in his gut and stand up, lifting his 225-lbs up. He hangs there as I circle around. I grab a handful of his butt cheek and squeeze. He moans, letting me treat him like a slab of beef. I slap his ass three times. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Shawn responds by slapping mine. SMACK!
I lower him to his feet, but as soon as his feet touch, I push forward, driving his back into the wall. BAM! I grab him by the throat and balls. I push up on his neck, forcing him to stand tall as I manhandle his junk. He grips my upper forearm to allow me to explore him. Shawn squirms but doesn’t try to escape. Looks like I know how to keep him from fighting back, too.
I pull my hand off his package and fire a fist into his gut. THUD! OOF! I let him push me away, but I surprise him by charging in. I splash on top him. SPLAT! He wasn’t ready and lets out a long, loud groan as the air leaves his beefy body. I flip him around and grab his arms. I lock on a double chicken wing, securing his arms behind him. Shawn fights to break free, but he can’t.
I push my bulge against his bare ass. I split his cheeks with my jock pouch and hump him. Shawn responds exactly like I’d expect. He pushes his butt back into my thrusts. I smile. We play for a bit. I surprise him by letting go of the armlock. I grab his hair and pull him back off the wall. I push on the back of the burly beefcake’s knee, dropping him to the mat. PLOP!
Shawn kneels in front of me. I pull him back as I lower myself to one knee. I push my knee into his back as I lock his face in my left armpit. The hairy hunk’s arms flail as I tighten up on the dragon sleeper. I love the look of his beefy body bent back. I can’t resist caressing his powerful torso, running my free hand over his chest and stomach. Shawn moans into my armpit.
“Fuck, you’re a sexy beast.” Shawn tries to block me, but I tighten up on the dragon and that ends that. He drops his arms, giving me complete access. “Better. I want you awake for this.” He lifts one arm and gives me a thumbs up. “Good boy.”
I punch his pecs. THUD! THUD! Shawn squirms, but I hold him tight. I slide my hand down his body. I insert my finger into his navel. He laughs and shakes. My hand continues down. I feel his hot breath hit my armpit. I grab hold of his manhood, all nicely held in the pouch of his jock. A little manhandling and he’s getting hard. I move his meat around, toying with him.
Shawn’s arms come up, but not to stop me. He grips my shoulders for support. The hairy hunk is into it. His stomach is going in and out as he breathes heavier. He’s practically panting into my pit. I slide my hand inside the side of his pouch. He arches harder as my hand grabs his junk. I pull it out of the pouch to the side. Wow, very nice. I weigh his hefty balls. He flinches.
“Yeah, you can’t hide how much you like this. Big cock. Full balls. I should take pity on you and just milk you dry, right here, right now.”
The burly beefcake suddenly fights the dragon. I wasn’t expecting it, so he manages to twist and push free. Shawn sits with his legs open, cock and balls hanging out the side of his thong. He shakes his head to clear it. I dive in before he’s ready. I grab behind his knees and roll him up. I pin him, pushing his knees to his shoulders. I step around, spreading my legs out wide and sumo squatting over his calves to hold him in place.
I spank his bare butt, playing his cheeks like a bongo drum. BAP! WHAP! BAP! Shawn grunts and tries to power out, but I’ve got him trapped. I suck on my finger then slide it inside the thing strap and against his hole. The hairy hunk whimpers, “What are you doing?”
I laugh, “What do you think I’m doing?”
“Don’t.”
“Don’t? Really?”
“Well, I mean, yeah, you can do it.”
“Do it?” I circle his hole with my finger. Shawn whimpers. I tease, “I can do it, but should I?”
“YES!”
I force my finger inside him. Shawn lets out a long, slow moan. I finger fuck his hole. A long trail of pre-cum drips from his cock, landing on his hairy torso. It runs to his neck where it puddles. I enjoy playing with him. The burly beefcake still has me in play mode. I don’t want to rush to the win or to the fuck. I just wanna have fun with this sexy beast. And it’s what he wants, too.
I slide my finger out and let him go. Shawn’s legs roll up before crashing down onto the mat. CRASH! He rolls over onto his side. I move in behind him. My feet push into the small of his back. I grab his lower wrist and upper ankle and pull them back to me. The beefy body bends backwards into a u-shape, his spine contorting as I lean back. The 6’2” stud groans in pain.
I keep the bow and arrow locked on. He struggles as any good jobber should. But he also doesn’t come close to escaping. Also like a good jobber. I’m enjoying these wrestling moves that would never be used in MMA. It’s a lot more fun to slowly wear him down than go in for the kill. I release Shawn’s wrist and ankle. He rolls onto his stomach, reaching for his back.
I get an idea. I move in, step over his legs, and bend down. I grab the waistband of his thong. I pull it down and off, stripping him naked. The hairy hunk lets me, even lifting his hips to make it easier. I put my foot on his ass and move the milky white cheeks around. “God, you’re sexy.” I stomp his butt. BOOF! He moans. I tease, “And looks like I’m good at rip and strip, too.”
Shawn rolls over and his cock is hard, stretching up his tummy. He smiles up at me as I straddle his legs below the knees. I twirl his thong on my finger. The hairy hunk surprises me, by kicking his legs out. My feet slide on the slick, sweaty mat and I go down. PLOP! Shawn rolls up and dives on top of me. He tries to pin me, but I flip our positions, getting on top.
I pin the naked beast down. Shawn is finding a second wind, throwing me off. He’s still moving slowly, though. He gets onto hands and knees. I come at him, climbing on his back. I roll us over, getting a body scissors on him from behind. I grab behind his elbows, pulling his arms back. I slide my grip to his wrists, bending his arms up his back in a double hammerlock.
The hairy hunk moans as I squeeze with my legs. I keep tightening the vice. He struggles and squirms, but I’m done playing. Having him naked has me too horny. I want his ass. I just might finish him here. I will. I sit forward, letting go of his wrists. I use my body to pin his arms between us as I grab him around the neck. Shawn gasps, “NO!” I lock on a choke.
I lie back, pulling him with me. My legs crush his sides as I edge him with the choke. He squirms, but there’s not much he can do. His arms are pushing against my abs, his elbows against my hips. They’re held down by his weight and my position. The burly beefcake is breathing hard, writhing against me. I keep the choke firm, but just a threat.
“You wanna go out?”
“NO!”
“You wanna give?”
“Lemme try to get free.”
“Go for it.”
Shawn pushes up with his legs, bridging up. My butt rises off the mat. He tries to flip us, but I pull the other way. His energy is drained. He drops down, collapsing. My butt hits the canvas. PLOP! I enjoy the struggle, having him roll and fight to escape. Maybe at the start, he could have, but not now. And like I said, I’m done playing. I want to finish this. I squeeze harder.
The hairy hunk taps my arm. I let go. He rolls over onto his knees. He’s smiling at least. I rub my bulge as we lock eyes. Shawn smiles, “Congrats.” I shrug, not wanting to rub it in. “Don’t be shy. You deserve it. I knew I was living on borrowed time.” He asks, “How fast could you have ended this? You said 30 seconds, but would I have even lasted that long?”
“Depends.” I decide to be honest, “If you weren’t hiding some fight skills, I could probably submit you under ten seconds. I doubt it’d take much more than that. No offense.”
“None taken. Can you show me without hurting me? Or knocking me out? You train kids, right? You must know how to work with different levels.”
I pause. I nod, “Yeah. I guess. Is that what you want?”
The burly beefcake says, “I’m kind of curious. If you don’t mind waiting for my butt. It’s your chance to show off. Like this was real, but you’re not trying to kill me.”
We stand up. Shawn says, “Okay, let’s see how this goes.” We dap fists and back up. He breathes in and out nervously as he matches my stance. The naked beefcake says, “GO!”
In a flash, I shoot in low, driving hard into Shawn’s legs. He anticipates right, but I don’t give him any chance to react. After our long session, he’s slower, leaving him wide-open. The burly beefcake is up as I manhandle his 225-lbs. My grip is like iron as I accelerate his slam onto the mat. BOOM! OOF! Shawn goes momentarily limp but I’m still moving, climbing along him.
The hairy hunk has no time to think about anything. I’ve transitioned into my combat mindset. My right leg hooks behind Shawn’s head, my left arm snaking around his right arm. It’s over, even though I haven’t submitted him. On instinct, my hips shift. The sexy beast’s arm goes rigid as I secure the armbar. I could pop his shoulder, but I hold back. The shock is enough.
Shawn taps immediately. “GI -” I release him before he can finish the word. “- VE!”
I move into a crouch, “You okay?”
Shawn nods, “Yeah, I'm fine. Wow. Okay. That was nuts. Sorry, I panicked.”
“No, you didn’t. You reacted the right way.”
The naked beast rolls onto his back. I mount him, rubbing his chest. I lean down and kiss him. Shawn grabs behind my head, pulling my mouth onto his even harder. He lets my tongue own his as I hump his stomach. I push my head up against his paw. He eases up and I lift my head. We lock eyes and I can't keep a big smile off my face, “Thanks.”
The hairy hunk laughs, “For losing in five seconds? Was it even five? Guys ride bulls longer.”
“If it makes you feel better, I plan to ride you longer.” Shawn laughs. It’s nice to see him smile. He’s so cute. “You’re a fun, sexy stud. I haven’t enjoyed fighting anyone like this in … maybe forever. I fight for dominance. I never get hard. Never see it as sexual. I’ve been hard this whole time. This was … very sexual. That’s because of you. You’re something else, Shawn.”
The beefy stud grins, “Yeah? So, I’m like your hottest match ever?”
I laugh, but admit, “Yeah, I guess you are.”
I let Shawn strip my jock. I love his laid-back attitude. He’s eager to please, unlike most guys I’ve met when they lose. Ryan was a good sport, too, once we got our high school grudge outta the way. Maybe it’s Cali? Doesn’t matter. If he wants to kneel in front of me, strip and suck me, I’m all-in. I look down at the handsome, beefy stud. He’s giving me a light handjob. His hand moves up and down, twisting as he does it.
Shawn adds his second hand. My pre-cum lubes my dick as he slides one hand from base to head. His other hand is lubed. He skillfully grabs the base and follows. The burly beefcake builds up a rhythm, hand over hand, just working my meat. My cock is slick, creating a smooth, gliding path for his hands to just keep sliding up my rock-hard shaft.
My mouth slowly opens, my bottom jaw hanging down. I want to tell him to hurry up, but I don’t. Shit. That’s a cool move. Shawn adds more pressure. He’s getting serious. The hairy hunk stops his right hand on the head and his left on the base. Oh fuck, his strong, calloused hand massages my dick head. His left squeezes the rod harder and pumps in short strokes.
The corkscrewing on my head has me moaning. Drool falls from my open mouth, splashing on his big, strong hand on my cock. The hairy hunk looks up with a big smile. I grunt, “I think this is another area you got me beat. Fuck, what is this, magic?” Shawn’s eyes dance as he breaks out into a bigger smile. He continues to idly toy with my cock. Who owns who for stakes?
Shawn opens his mouth. He leans in and licks the drool off his hand. He shows it to me on his tongue before swallowing. Damn. His right hand moves to my balls. Oh fuck. He uses his left to slap his tongue with my cock head. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! I love the sight of my meat slapping on this beefy, sexy beast’s tongue. Wow. Shawn starts teasing my slit, flicking and licking it.
I beg, “Please, man. Suck it.”
“You’re the boss.”
The burly beefcake goes for it. He pulls his left hand away and almost deep throats my whole dick on the first go. His right hand is still playing with my balls. Shawn knows how to suck. Fuck. Mr. Nice Guy is a fucking sex machine. I reach down and grab his head. Not to control the blowjob. To steady myself. I whimper as he gags on my cock. My eyes roll back.
“Oh yes! Shawn! You’re fucking amazing!”
The kneeling beefcake pulls back but not off. His mouth works just the head as his left hand pumps my shaft. I’m breathing fast, almost gasping. My balls are churning. My load is building. Oh shit. I’m being milked and there’s nothing I can do to stop it now. I don’t wanna stop it now. I warn him, “I’m gonna cum, Shawn! If you stay there, I’m gonna fill your belly with my seed.”
If anything, the warning has him going harder. The burly beefcake wants my load. He wants to drain my balls. I cry out and suddenly, it happens. I explode, firing my manjuice down his throat. He drinks it all down, continuing to suck and pump. The sexy beast slurps and swallows like a stud. I’m leaning forward, supporting myself on his shoulders to keep my balance.
My cock is soft and drained. He slips off and looks up. I stumble back, falling against the wall. BAM! Shawn crawls forward. I look down at him. He opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out. The hairy hunk has saved my last few shots. He dramatically gulps them down. When he shows me his mouth again, it’s clear. I smile and shake my head at him. What a stud.
Shawn grabs my dick. I flinch. He idly plays with it. It stiffens in his hand. His eyebrows bounce and I nod. I use him foot to push him onto his back. He rolls with it, spreading his legs and lifting them up. I shake my head, “Lie flat. I’m gonna need a minute.” I move down between his legs and lie on top of him. I slide on top. He rubs my back as I bring my mouth to his.
We make out passionately. He slides his face out, going after my neck. His scruffy chin nuzzles against me, and I shudder. I pull back. He looks up at me with a curious expression. I grin and slide down his beefy body. I kiss his chest and rub his biceps. I spend time on his right nipple. He moans under me. I feel his hard cock against my abs. I move to the left. He moans.
I have Shawn writhing on the mat as I slowly tease him. He holds my head, just like I did to him. I laugh a little. I spend more time on his stomach. I kiss it. I rub it. I lick it. He arches his back and lets out a long, slow groan. I go down. He looks down his body at me. I think he’s surprised as I take his cock in my hand. He says, “You don’t have to. You won.”
I growl, “Hell yeah, I won. That means I decide what I have to do. Can’t think of a better way to recharge my dick than this.”
I’m not the skilled cocksucker that Shawn is, but I’m not terrible at it. I jerk and suck him. He’s writhing on the mat. I see his fingers digging into the vinyl. His skin is covered in goosebumps. He’s whimpering and begging me to keep going. Yeah, I’d say the hairy hunk thinks I’m pretty damn good at working his dick. I’m bobbing and pumping his thick meat when I hear -
“I’m gonna cum, Dustin! Pull off!”
I don’t pull off. He’s not the only one who can handle a belly full of cum. Shawn warns me again, but when I ignore him, he lies down, arches his back and puts his head back. The grunting turns into heavy breathing. His big, beautiful body flexes. The first volley hits the back of my throat. I suck and swallow, but my mouth still fills up. As the hairy hunk’s cock slows down, I catch up, managing to not spill a drop.
When Shawn is soft and drained, I climb back up his body. I kiss my way back to his mouth. He gets a taste of his seed as our tongues collide. I pull off and kneel between his legs. He looks at me and sees me pumping my rock-hard cock. Without me even asking, Shawn draws his legs up. I sheathe my dick and move into position. I grab his ankles.
“Ready?”
“Fuck yeah! Fuck me, Dustin!”
I slowly penetrate his tight hole. The burly beefcake moans as he takes my thick cock. He asks for more, telling me to go for it. I remember him saying that he’ll take what I wanna dish out. Shawn was talking wrestling, but his smiling face tells me I’m safe in assuming that means sex, too. I bottom out. He’s grunting but taking me without objection. Okay, we’re on.
I pound the hell outta his ass, driving in deep with slow strokes before going faster and shallower. The hairy hunk is moaning, begging for more. I give it to him. He encourages me with praise, telling me how big I am, how good it feels, and how gorgeous I am. His positive sex talk is different for me, but I like it. I hammer his hole even harder, but no complaints.
Despite unleashing a huge load just minutes ago, my second one rises fast. Shawn’s got me that hot. He can see it. He tells me to cover his stomach with it. I laugh, matching his sex talk with my own. We’re both gasping fast. I need to shoot. Oh fuck! I pull out, uncover my dick and erupt, firing up his body. It’s a smaller load, but still thick and white all over his stomach.
Drained again, I fall back. Shawn sits up and we just stare at each other. He moves first, helping me up. We walk to the shower together in silence. I realize that I’m crushing on this man I just met. I seriously need to start dating. Maybe, just maybe if this week turns out, I’ll have my shit together and feel confident about getting back out there.
“I’m sorry I have to fight, fuck and run, Shawn. It’s just that I have to get back to Cody. I promised I’d talk to this one last guy.”
Shawn pulls me closer, “It’s cool. Duty calls. I totally respect your dedication.” I smile. I’m glad he doesn’t know how close I came to not being responsible. The beefy stud says, “I hope you keep having the best night.”
I grin, “It’ll only be downhill after this.” I realize something. “My phone is downstairs. I wanted to get your number.”
“I checked mine, too. But you can reach me through Cody. Maybe we can hook up when you come back to finalize all these big deals you’re making.”
I laugh, “Yeah, that’s me. Wheelin’ and dealin’.”
“Seriously. You’re gonna get everything you want, Dustin. I’d bet on it if I had any extra money. Can’t say as I’ll ever make it to Philly, but you never know. I’d like to stay in touch.”
“If you do, you have a free place to stay.” I warn him, “It’s not fancy. I live in the office at my gym. One queen bed. Communal showers.”
Shawn grins, “Sharing your bed and an open shower? Sounds awesome. Big surprise, but I don’t care about fancy.”
We finish drying each other off. I grab a black jock and tights, but Shawn tosses me bright blue satin squarecuts. “Wear those.” I slip them on, going commando. I notice there’s a gold halo and white wings in front over my bulge. He grins, “Now that sends a message. When this next guy checks you out — and he will — he’s gonna know you’re a good guy. With a big dick.”
I nod, “Psychology. You’re a genius.”
“Nah, just a real horny guy.” I laugh. Shawn smiles, “Still right, though.”
After a goodbye kiss, we head out. Hold up. I see the tall blond guy. He’s done his match, too. Huh, he’s out of the jeans and into red, white, and blue trunks. Nice. I’m feeling really confident. I decide to approach him myself. Shit, he’s on the move. I follow him up the stairs. Just as I get in range, he slips between a few guys. The crowd closes up and I lose ground. There he is.
I get close only to see …
Cody smiles, “Dustin! Come join us. Perfect timing. This is Jon. Jon, this is Dustin.” We shake hands. Firm grip. Nice coincidence that designer guy was looking for Cody. Probably not about me, but I’ll take it. “You’re both in better gear! Angel, the altruistic youth mentor. Captain America, here to save the day.” The smile becomes a cocky smirk, “It’s a sign.”
I nod and thank Jon for taking the time to hear about my work. Shawn was right. Jon, the designer, fully checks me out, just like Shawn said he would. He has hungry eyes, and his cock is more obvious in his trunks. The fireplug pumped him up but obviously didn’t wear him out. Maybe this last guy isn’t going to be such a long shot after all.
Cody directs us, “Let’s move to a quieter spot and get to know each other a little better.” As my high school buddy leads us away from the throngs of people, he whispers, “Perfect gear choice. Who’d you meet?”
“Big, hairy stud named Shawn. Said he wrestles as Skull?”
“Woof. I love Shawn. Great guy. You must have had fun.”
“Yeah. Oh, he said I could get his number from you.” I add, “You can check with him.”
Cody says, “It’s cool. I’ll give it to you tomorrow. I trust you.”
My heart swells at those words. Cody trusts me. My chin rises and my pumped chest puffs up even more. We reach a spot by the railing. I smile at Jon, my mind focusing. I can do this.
UP NEXT … AMU 250.9: THE PARTY’S OVER. ONE NIGHT THAT LASTED FIVE MONTHS. IN THE FINALE, WE JOIN THE BIG BIRTHDAY BOY AT HOME ON SUNDAY AS HE RECOVERS AND REFLECTS. YOUR BIG QUESTIONS WILL GET ANSWERED! HOW LATE DOES RYAN SLEEP IN? HOW’D HE GET HOME? AND DOES HE HAVE ENOUGH CASH TO PAY PINO THE PIZZA DELIVERY GUY?
I shrug as I wipe sweat off my chiseled abs with a white hand towel. His eyes fixate on them like I fixated on him drinking water, which is exactly what I want. Even out the lust. He adjusts his crotch. I reply, “Just feeling you out. Working up a sweat.”
“Pretty sure all that shine on you is from me.”
“No, I’m sweating, too.” I lift my arm, joking, “You wanna taste to confirm it’s mine?”
Shawn grins, “Hell yeah, I do.”
My eyebrows go up. “For real?”
The hairy hunk moves in. He lowers his face into my pit, taking a big whiff. SNIFF! When his scruff hits my pit, I flinch. It feels good. I don’t date. My hook ups are wham-bam type fucks. Quick and rough. I know handles, not names. Almost always with me on top. Shawn’s hands are roaming my body while he uses his tongue. I close my eyes and enjoy being pampered.
Shawn moves in behind me. He lifts my other arm to go for my other pit. Or at least that’s what I’m thinking. The burly bruiser suddenly locks on a full nelson. UGH! It’s tight. Shawn moves me into the wall. His hips push into my ass, pinning my bulge against the wall. The hairy hunk grinds on me. I moan. Oh fuck. My meat is crushed in a good way, powering up to meet the challenge. The pressure has my dick excited.
I grunt, “Cheap move.”
Shawn teases, “Only kind of move I can afford.”
I laugh. I shouldn’t, but it was cute. He’s cute. I should be fighting back. Instead, my fight instincts stay down, letting this guy have his way with me. He’s got the nelson locked on, but it’s not crushing me. And my cock is responding to the dry humping. Shawn leans back, stretching me out. I let out a groan. He lowers me down and moves me back against the wall.
Shawn releases the full nelson. He pins my wrists over my head and kisses the back of my neck. Oh fuck. Again, I could easily flip this, but I don’t. He’s not hurting me. His furry torso rubs on my back and it feels nice. He holds both my wrists in one hand, letting the other one roam. Shawn tickles my armpit, and I writhe against the wall. He uses his body to keep me in place.
My squirming pulls my arms free. Shawn attacks my neck and ear with his tongue. Both his hands are buried in my armpits, tickling and teasing them. I’m laughing and playfully begging. I don’t laugh very often. I never let me guard down. I’m not ready to be serious now. This night’s gone great, but it was so stressful. Trying to impress Cody. Meeting the investors. Feeling responsible for Rufus. This is my first chance to relax tonight. To relax in forever.
After our grappling, I’m confident I could crush Shawn. Submit him in seconds. It wouldn’t be hard, but you know what? I don’t want to. I’m having too much fun.
Fun. What a concept.
The hairy hunk pulls his mouth off. He whispers in my ear, “How’s that feel?” I just moan. One hand reaches around. He finds my growing cock. It answers his question. He grabs my dick tighter in the black squarecuts. “That good, huh?”
I can only whimper, “Shawn.”
Two big bear arms slide around my waist. They tighten up and I’m locked in a reverse bearhug. I groan. Shawn says, “Cody taught me there’s a right spot and a wrong spot.” He adjusts position and squeezes. I moan, feeling his power. “That sounds like the right spot.” I laugh, but it’s hard to breathe. I grip his wrists, but I don’t try to break free. I moan and move against him so he knows it’s working.
I like the feeling of his fur scratching the smooth flesh of my back. I like the power he’s displaying. I like the feeling of being held, even if it’s a brutal submission hold. I push back against him, my ass finding his bulge. He responds by pushing his hips forward. Shawn’s hard, too. He increases the pressure. Oh fuck. I lean my head back to the side. He kisses my neck.
I feel his grip loosening. I beg, “Don’t.”
“You want more?”
“Yes!”
Shawn asks, “What’re we doing here?”
I freeze, sensing a change in tone. I reply, “You don’t know?”
“I mean, you’re an MMA guy. You could kick my ass but you’re holding back.”
I get worried. I spin in his hug and grab his face, telling him sincerely, “I’m having fun. Are you upset?”
“No! I’m having a great time. I just don’t want you to think you have to go easy on me. Treat me with kid gloves or whatever. I’m sure as fuck not some kind of guy who needs you to let him win. I know that I’m not your level. No ego. No delusions. I’ll take what you wanna dish out.”
“I believe you. But I’m loving this style. This pace. Would you rather have a 30-second MMA match?”
Shawn admits, “No.”
“Me neither. You’re a big, sexy beast, Shawn. Trust me. You’ve impressed me. Made me horny. And given me more fun than I’ve had in a long time. I just wanna get the most out of this moment. I don’t want it to end. I know it has to, but I’m gonna make it last.”
Satisfied, Shawn grins his sexy grin, “You smooth talker. I’m sorry I broke the mood.”
“You didn’t. I’m glad you brought it up.” I kiss him. “Can we keep going?”
“Hell yeah!” Shawn spins me and locks me back in the reverse bearhug. I sink back into him. He laughs in my ear, “I think you were telling me how much you want this.” He squeezes harder and I feel it. I groan. “Yeah, you like that? You want more?”
I moan, “I want this.” I whip my arm up and grab behind his head. I throw myself forward, pulling him with me. Shawn and I fly over, tripping onto the mat. We land on his back with my 220-lbs of ripped muscle on top of him. SPLAT! He loses the bearhug. I bounce off. I immediately jump on him, pinning his wrists down beside his ears. He smiles at me.
Shawn says, “I’m about to get MMA’ed aren’t I? Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.”
I slide back and grind my bulge on his, “It’s still fun.”
The beefy stud uses his most effective weapon - casual cuteness. “How’s your adrenaline?”
“Rising. Definitely rising.”
Shawn lifts his hips to grind against me. “I’m rising, too.” He smirks, “I’m glad I ran into you. Even though I almost knocked you down.”
“You didn’t almost knock me down.”
“Yeah, pretty sure I did. You hit all this beef at full speed and bounced right off. I had to steady you to keep you from falling on that perfect ass of yours.”
I sit up and rub his furry torso. Sexy. I flick his nipple, “C’mon. Let’s see who knocks who down.”
I help Shawn to his feet and we step apart. We move in simultaneously and bump chests. BOMP! We both go back a step. We do it again. I flex my smooth, sculpted pecs, smashing into his furry chest. WHOMP! Again. Harder this time. WHOMP! Back another step. Again. WHOMP! The burly beefcake sends me back two steps while he doesn’t move at all.
Before I can set, the hairy hunk follows in. He slams his 225-lbs of beef into me again. WHOMP! I stumble back, wobbling. Shawn is on me, ramming his full torso into me. BOOM! I fly back, hitting against the wall. BAM! Shawn splashes on top of me, sandwiching me between the wall and his big body. SPLAT! OOF! He holds me in place with his big body.
Shawn grins, “I guess we found a wrestling style I can win at.” I raise my eyebrows. He pushes his stomach into me, “Sumo.”
I laugh. “Better watch out. My competitive side will kick in.”
“Well, we can’t have that.”
The burly beefcake reaches down and grabs my hard bulge. I gasp. His strong hand feels great playfully working my junk. He leans forward, pressing his chest on mine. The scruff of his beard hits my neck before his tongue hits my ear. I moan. Fuck, it’s working. My competitive side stands down, as I’m erotically tortured. I enjoy it before summoning the will to push him off.
I shake my head, “You’re a real powerhouse.”
“Yeah?” Shawn teases me by rubbing his torso as he moves his hips side to side. “You like this beef? Can’t get enough, right?”
I reach out and rub his tummy. “Hell yeah. So fucking sexy.”
Shawn traces my cut abs, “Look who’s talking. You’ve got an actual washboard.”
I grab behind his head and his shoulder. Shawn lets me bring him to his knees. PLOP! He doesn’t resist as I pull his face into my midsection. His mouth tastes my abs, his tongue licking them. Fuck. Shawn rubs my legs as he lowers his mouth to the outline of my cock head in my black trunks. I go weak in the knees as he sucks on it. Fuck.
Suddenly, Shawn whispers, “Brace yourself.”
I look down as he pulls on my legs. I fall back, landing safely thanks to his warning. PLOP! Shawn is on top of me immediately, flattening me with his 225-lbs of beef. He locks me in a grapevine, matching my earlier move. Opening my legs, he smiles gleefully. His spirit is infectious. I can see why Cody was willing to do extra-work to help him out.
The hairy hunk says, “I’m not done wrestling you, yet.”
I growl, “Bring it on.”
—————
BACK AT IT
I easily break free from his grapevine. Shawn looks back as though that’s where the action is. So cute. I plant my feet and flip us over so I’m on top. I sit on his legs. I playfully punch him in the stomach. BOFF! The burly beefcake grunts. I do it harder. THUD! I hit muscle. He might not have a visible six-pack, but the hairy hunk has a solid core. POW! A third punch gets a moan.
Shawn growls as he props himself up on his elbows, “You aren’t much of a striker, eh?”
“Eh? Did you live with a Canadian, too?”
“Renting a room from one right now. There's a guy who knows how to punch. Hockey. Teaches them how to throw a real one.”
My eyes narrow at the challenge. I rub his stomach and punch again, going harder. THUD! OOF! That gets a reaction. He lies back and pats his belly. I fire two more fists, the hardest ones, yet and nearly full strength. POW! THUD! He coughs and nods, “Almost hockey-level.” I shake my head. I do one more, full strength. THUMP! OOF! Shawn throws me off his legs.
I move in fast, tackling him down. With a big smile on my face, I warn him, “You’re playing with fire.” In response, the hairy hunk throws me off again. He gets on top, but I roll with the momentum and move to one knee. He rises and charges. I catch him in the spear and easily flip him to the side. However, as he goes over, Shawn grabs the side of my squarecuts.
My gear stretches but doesn’t tear. His 225-lbs of flipping beef pulls me and I awkwardly go down with him. WHOA! My knees buckle and I can’t stay up. I land beside him, face down. SLAM! SPLAT! The hairy beast slides on top of me his crotch on my head and his face at my ass. Lying on my back, he pushes my gear off my ass onto my thighs. I’m only wearing a black jock underneath, so he’s getting a great view.
Shawn slides down, rising to his knees as he sits on my upper back. He works my squarecuts to my knees. I squirm underneath him, putting up a front of struggle, but letting him play. The big burly boy bounces on my back, driving his 225-lbs of sexy beef on me. DUP! DUP! DUP! I settle down as I catch my breath. Shawn slides down more, getting in a squat as my gear reaches my ankles. I wait, letting him pull them off.
Too late, I realize that he’s not removing my squarecuts. The hairy hunk is wrapping them around his hand, binding my ankles. What the? Damn it. This must be Cave nonsense. I look back as he stands, using my spandex to lift my legs. He locks both my ankles under his furry left armpit. Shawn sits back and I’m trapped in a crab variation. Shit. That’s what I get for being too fucking horny.
The burly beefcake sits, forcing my spine to bend the wrong way. I moan loudly. Not nonsense anymore. This actually has me feeling pain. With both my legs under his left arm, Shawn has a free hand. His long arms enable him to reach my jock pouch. The hairy beast cups it in his big right paw. I moan as he plays with my trapped cock and balls. Mmm. I settle down.
“Damn, is this all sweat or …” I wait his verdict. He makes loud sucking and tasting noises. “No! That’s not sweat. You ARE having fun.” A full hand grip and teasing shake, “Anyone ever tell you that your pre-cum is sweet?”
I grunt, “No, but I’m glad you like it, because you’re gonna have a belly full when I’m done with you.”
Shawn squeezes my balls. I moan. He taunts, “They’re big, but you really think these guys can fill my belly?”
“Let’s find out!”
I push up and kick out, breaking free. I roll onto my ass and pull my knees up so I can untie my ankles. Shawn stands back, letting me get free. He’s in no hurry to come at me, keeping things friendly. Smart man. He slowly strips off his black squarecuts, revealing a blue thong. Woof.
I stand up, unable to keep the smile off my face. With this playful banter, the beefy stud is definitely pushing my buttons without going far enough that it activates my competitiveness. I’m loving every minute of it, and he can tell. I like seeing Shawn with swagger. I twirl my finger, “Show me what you got.” The hairy hunk grins and does a slow, hands up, hip-swinging turn.
I whistle at his ass, “That’s some nice beef. Now I know what I’m fighting for.”
Shawn snaps his fingers, “Damn, my fuckable butt gets me in trouble again.”
I laugh again, “Yeah, it does.”
We move in for a lock up. I go low, going under his defenses. I get my shoulder in his gut and stand up, lifting his 225-lbs up. He hangs there as I circle around. I grab a handful of his butt cheek and squeeze. He moans, letting me treat him like a slab of beef. I slap his ass three times. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Shawn responds by slapping mine. SMACK!
I lower him to his feet, but as soon as his feet touch, I push forward, driving his back into the wall. BAM! I grab him by the throat and balls. I push up on his neck, forcing him to stand tall as I manhandle his junk. He grips my upper forearm to allow me to explore him. Shawn squirms but doesn’t try to escape. Looks like I know how to keep him from fighting back, too.
I pull my hand off his package and fire a fist into his gut. THUD! OOF! I let him push me away, but I surprise him by charging in. I splash on top him. SPLAT! He wasn’t ready and lets out a long, loud groan as the air leaves his beefy body. I flip him around and grab his arms. I lock on a double chicken wing, securing his arms behind him. Shawn fights to break free, but he can’t.
I push my bulge against his bare ass. I split his cheeks with my jock pouch and hump him. Shawn responds exactly like I’d expect. He pushes his butt back into my thrusts. I smile. We play for a bit. I surprise him by letting go of the armlock. I grab his hair and pull him back off the wall. I push on the back of the burly beefcake’s knee, dropping him to the mat. PLOP!
Shawn kneels in front of me. I pull him back as I lower myself to one knee. I push my knee into his back as I lock his face in my left armpit. The hairy hunk’s arms flail as I tighten up on the dragon sleeper. I love the look of his beefy body bent back. I can’t resist caressing his powerful torso, running my free hand over his chest and stomach. Shawn moans into my armpit.
“Fuck, you’re a sexy beast.” Shawn tries to block me, but I tighten up on the dragon and that ends that. He drops his arms, giving me complete access. “Better. I want you awake for this.” He lifts one arm and gives me a thumbs up. “Good boy.”
I punch his pecs. THUD! THUD! Shawn squirms, but I hold him tight. I slide my hand down his body. I insert my finger into his navel. He laughs and shakes. My hand continues down. I feel his hot breath hit my armpit. I grab hold of his manhood, all nicely held in the pouch of his jock. A little manhandling and he’s getting hard. I move his meat around, toying with him.
Shawn’s arms come up, but not to stop me. He grips my shoulders for support. The hairy hunk is into it. His stomach is going in and out as he breathes heavier. He’s practically panting into my pit. I slide my hand inside the side of his pouch. He arches harder as my hand grabs his junk. I pull it out of the pouch to the side. Wow, very nice. I weigh his hefty balls. He flinches.
“Yeah, you can’t hide how much you like this. Big cock. Full balls. I should take pity on you and just milk you dry, right here, right now.”
The burly beefcake suddenly fights the dragon. I wasn’t expecting it, so he manages to twist and push free. Shawn sits with his legs open, cock and balls hanging out the side of his thong. He shakes his head to clear it. I dive in before he’s ready. I grab behind his knees and roll him up. I pin him, pushing his knees to his shoulders. I step around, spreading my legs out wide and sumo squatting over his calves to hold him in place.
I spank his bare butt, playing his cheeks like a bongo drum. BAP! WHAP! BAP! Shawn grunts and tries to power out, but I’ve got him trapped. I suck on my finger then slide it inside the thing strap and against his hole. The hairy hunk whimpers, “What are you doing?”
I laugh, “What do you think I’m doing?”
“Don’t.”
“Don’t? Really?”
“Well, I mean, yeah, you can do it.”
“Do it?” I circle his hole with my finger. Shawn whimpers. I tease, “I can do it, but should I?”
“YES!”
I force my finger inside him. Shawn lets out a long, slow moan. I finger fuck his hole. A long trail of pre-cum drips from his cock, landing on his hairy torso. It runs to his neck where it puddles. I enjoy playing with him. The burly beefcake still has me in play mode. I don’t want to rush to the win or to the fuck. I just wanna have fun with this sexy beast. And it’s what he wants, too.
I slide my finger out and let him go. Shawn’s legs roll up before crashing down onto the mat. CRASH! He rolls over onto his side. I move in behind him. My feet push into the small of his back. I grab his lower wrist and upper ankle and pull them back to me. The beefy body bends backwards into a u-shape, his spine contorting as I lean back. The 6’2” stud groans in pain.
I keep the bow and arrow locked on. He struggles as any good jobber should. But he also doesn’t come close to escaping. Also like a good jobber. I’m enjoying these wrestling moves that would never be used in MMA. It’s a lot more fun to slowly wear him down than go in for the kill. I release Shawn’s wrist and ankle. He rolls onto his stomach, reaching for his back.
I get an idea. I move in, step over his legs, and bend down. I grab the waistband of his thong. I pull it down and off, stripping him naked. The hairy hunk lets me, even lifting his hips to make it easier. I put my foot on his ass and move the milky white cheeks around. “God, you’re sexy.” I stomp his butt. BOOF! He moans. I tease, “And looks like I’m good at rip and strip, too.”
Shawn rolls over and his cock is hard, stretching up his tummy. He smiles up at me as I straddle his legs below the knees. I twirl his thong on my finger. The hairy hunk surprises me, by kicking his legs out. My feet slide on the slick, sweaty mat and I go down. PLOP! Shawn rolls up and dives on top of me. He tries to pin me, but I flip our positions, getting on top.
I pin the naked beast down. Shawn is finding a second wind, throwing me off. He’s still moving slowly, though. He gets onto hands and knees. I come at him, climbing on his back. I roll us over, getting a body scissors on him from behind. I grab behind his elbows, pulling his arms back. I slide my grip to his wrists, bending his arms up his back in a double hammerlock.
The hairy hunk moans as I squeeze with my legs. I keep tightening the vice. He struggles and squirms, but I’m done playing. Having him naked has me too horny. I want his ass. I just might finish him here. I will. I sit forward, letting go of his wrists. I use my body to pin his arms between us as I grab him around the neck. Shawn gasps, “NO!” I lock on a choke.
I lie back, pulling him with me. My legs crush his sides as I edge him with the choke. He squirms, but there’s not much he can do. His arms are pushing against my abs, his elbows against my hips. They’re held down by his weight and my position. The burly beefcake is breathing hard, writhing against me. I keep the choke firm, but just a threat.
“You wanna go out?”
“NO!”
“You wanna give?”
“Lemme try to get free.”
“Go for it.”
Shawn pushes up with his legs, bridging up. My butt rises off the mat. He tries to flip us, but I pull the other way. His energy is drained. He drops down, collapsing. My butt hits the canvas. PLOP! I enjoy the struggle, having him roll and fight to escape. Maybe at the start, he could have, but not now. And like I said, I’m done playing. I want to finish this. I squeeze harder.
The hairy hunk taps my arm. I let go. He rolls over onto his knees. He’s smiling at least. I rub my bulge as we lock eyes. Shawn smiles, “Congrats.” I shrug, not wanting to rub it in. “Don’t be shy. You deserve it. I knew I was living on borrowed time.” He asks, “How fast could you have ended this? You said 30 seconds, but would I have even lasted that long?”
“Depends.” I decide to be honest, “If you weren’t hiding some fight skills, I could probably submit you under ten seconds. I doubt it’d take much more than that. No offense.”
“None taken. Can you show me without hurting me? Or knocking me out? You train kids, right? You must know how to work with different levels.”
I pause. I nod, “Yeah. I guess. Is that what you want?”
The burly beefcake says, “I’m kind of curious. If you don’t mind waiting for my butt. It’s your chance to show off. Like this was real, but you’re not trying to kill me.”
We stand up. Shawn says, “Okay, let’s see how this goes.” We dap fists and back up. He breathes in and out nervously as he matches my stance. The naked beefcake says, “GO!”
In a flash, I shoot in low, driving hard into Shawn’s legs. He anticipates right, but I don’t give him any chance to react. After our long session, he’s slower, leaving him wide-open. The burly beefcake is up as I manhandle his 225-lbs. My grip is like iron as I accelerate his slam onto the mat. BOOM! OOF! Shawn goes momentarily limp but I’m still moving, climbing along him.
The hairy hunk has no time to think about anything. I’ve transitioned into my combat mindset. My right leg hooks behind Shawn’s head, my left arm snaking around his right arm. It’s over, even though I haven’t submitted him. On instinct, my hips shift. The sexy beast’s arm goes rigid as I secure the armbar. I could pop his shoulder, but I hold back. The shock is enough.
Shawn taps immediately. “GI -” I release him before he can finish the word. “- VE!”
I move into a crouch, “You okay?”
Shawn nods, “Yeah, I'm fine. Wow. Okay. That was nuts. Sorry, I panicked.”
“No, you didn’t. You reacted the right way.”
The naked beast rolls onto his back. I mount him, rubbing his chest. I lean down and kiss him. Shawn grabs behind my head, pulling my mouth onto his even harder. He lets my tongue own his as I hump his stomach. I push my head up against his paw. He eases up and I lift my head. We lock eyes and I can't keep a big smile off my face, “Thanks.”
The hairy hunk laughs, “For losing in five seconds? Was it even five? Guys ride bulls longer.”
“If it makes you feel better, I plan to ride you longer.” Shawn laughs. It’s nice to see him smile. He’s so cute. “You’re a fun, sexy stud. I haven’t enjoyed fighting anyone like this in … maybe forever. I fight for dominance. I never get hard. Never see it as sexual. I’ve been hard this whole time. This was … very sexual. That’s because of you. You’re something else, Shawn.”
The beefy stud grins, “Yeah? So, I’m like your hottest match ever?”
I laugh, but admit, “Yeah, I guess you are.”
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STAKES
I let Shawn strip my jock. I love his laid-back attitude. He’s eager to please, unlike most guys I’ve met when they lose. Ryan was a good sport, too, once we got our high school grudge outta the way. Maybe it’s Cali? Doesn’t matter. If he wants to kneel in front of me, strip and suck me, I’m all-in. I look down at the handsome, beefy stud. He’s giving me a light handjob. His hand moves up and down, twisting as he does it.
Shawn adds his second hand. My pre-cum lubes my dick as he slides one hand from base to head. His other hand is lubed. He skillfully grabs the base and follows. The burly beefcake builds up a rhythm, hand over hand, just working my meat. My cock is slick, creating a smooth, gliding path for his hands to just keep sliding up my rock-hard shaft.
My mouth slowly opens, my bottom jaw hanging down. I want to tell him to hurry up, but I don’t. Shit. That’s a cool move. Shawn adds more pressure. He’s getting serious. The hairy hunk stops his right hand on the head and his left on the base. Oh fuck, his strong, calloused hand massages my dick head. His left squeezes the rod harder and pumps in short strokes.
The corkscrewing on my head has me moaning. Drool falls from my open mouth, splashing on his big, strong hand on my cock. The hairy hunk looks up with a big smile. I grunt, “I think this is another area you got me beat. Fuck, what is this, magic?” Shawn’s eyes dance as he breaks out into a bigger smile. He continues to idly toy with my cock. Who owns who for stakes?
Shawn opens his mouth. He leans in and licks the drool off his hand. He shows it to me on his tongue before swallowing. Damn. His right hand moves to my balls. Oh fuck. He uses his left to slap his tongue with my cock head. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! I love the sight of my meat slapping on this beefy, sexy beast’s tongue. Wow. Shawn starts teasing my slit, flicking and licking it.
I beg, “Please, man. Suck it.”
“You’re the boss.”
The burly beefcake goes for it. He pulls his left hand away and almost deep throats my whole dick on the first go. His right hand is still playing with my balls. Shawn knows how to suck. Fuck. Mr. Nice Guy is a fucking sex machine. I reach down and grab his head. Not to control the blowjob. To steady myself. I whimper as he gags on my cock. My eyes roll back.
“Oh yes! Shawn! You’re fucking amazing!”
The kneeling beefcake pulls back but not off. His mouth works just the head as his left hand pumps my shaft. I’m breathing fast, almost gasping. My balls are churning. My load is building. Oh shit. I’m being milked and there’s nothing I can do to stop it now. I don’t wanna stop it now. I warn him, “I’m gonna cum, Shawn! If you stay there, I’m gonna fill your belly with my seed.”
If anything, the warning has him going harder. The burly beefcake wants my load. He wants to drain my balls. I cry out and suddenly, it happens. I explode, firing my manjuice down his throat. He drinks it all down, continuing to suck and pump. The sexy beast slurps and swallows like a stud. I’m leaning forward, supporting myself on his shoulders to keep my balance.
My cock is soft and drained. He slips off and looks up. I stumble back, falling against the wall. BAM! Shawn crawls forward. I look down at him. He opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out. The hairy hunk has saved my last few shots. He dramatically gulps them down. When he shows me his mouth again, it’s clear. I smile and shake my head at him. What a stud.
Shawn grabs my dick. I flinch. He idly plays with it. It stiffens in his hand. His eyebrows bounce and I nod. I use him foot to push him onto his back. He rolls with it, spreading his legs and lifting them up. I shake my head, “Lie flat. I’m gonna need a minute.” I move down between his legs and lie on top of him. I slide on top. He rubs my back as I bring my mouth to his.
We make out passionately. He slides his face out, going after my neck. His scruffy chin nuzzles against me, and I shudder. I pull back. He looks up at me with a curious expression. I grin and slide down his beefy body. I kiss his chest and rub his biceps. I spend time on his right nipple. He moans under me. I feel his hard cock against my abs. I move to the left. He moans.
I have Shawn writhing on the mat as I slowly tease him. He holds my head, just like I did to him. I laugh a little. I spend more time on his stomach. I kiss it. I rub it. I lick it. He arches his back and lets out a long, slow groan. I go down. He looks down his body at me. I think he’s surprised as I take his cock in my hand. He says, “You don’t have to. You won.”
I growl, “Hell yeah, I won. That means I decide what I have to do. Can’t think of a better way to recharge my dick than this.”
I’m not the skilled cocksucker that Shawn is, but I’m not terrible at it. I jerk and suck him. He’s writhing on the mat. I see his fingers digging into the vinyl. His skin is covered in goosebumps. He’s whimpering and begging me to keep going. Yeah, I’d say the hairy hunk thinks I’m pretty damn good at working his dick. I’m bobbing and pumping his thick meat when I hear -
“I’m gonna cum, Dustin! Pull off!”
I don’t pull off. He’s not the only one who can handle a belly full of cum. Shawn warns me again, but when I ignore him, he lies down, arches his back and puts his head back. The grunting turns into heavy breathing. His big, beautiful body flexes. The first volley hits the back of my throat. I suck and swallow, but my mouth still fills up. As the hairy hunk’s cock slows down, I catch up, managing to not spill a drop.
When Shawn is soft and drained, I climb back up his body. I kiss my way back to his mouth. He gets a taste of his seed as our tongues collide. I pull off and kneel between his legs. He looks at me and sees me pumping my rock-hard cock. Without me even asking, Shawn draws his legs up. I sheathe my dick and move into position. I grab his ankles.
“Ready?”
“Fuck yeah! Fuck me, Dustin!”
I slowly penetrate his tight hole. The burly beefcake moans as he takes my thick cock. He asks for more, telling me to go for it. I remember him saying that he’ll take what I wanna dish out. Shawn was talking wrestling, but his smiling face tells me I’m safe in assuming that means sex, too. I bottom out. He’s grunting but taking me without objection. Okay, we’re on.
I pound the hell outta his ass, driving in deep with slow strokes before going faster and shallower. The hairy hunk is moaning, begging for more. I give it to him. He encourages me with praise, telling me how big I am, how good it feels, and how gorgeous I am. His positive sex talk is different for me, but I like it. I hammer his hole even harder, but no complaints.
Despite unleashing a huge load just minutes ago, my second one rises fast. Shawn’s got me that hot. He can see it. He tells me to cover his stomach with it. I laugh, matching his sex talk with my own. We’re both gasping fast. I need to shoot. Oh fuck! I pull out, uncover my dick and erupt, firing up his body. It’s a smaller load, but still thick and white all over his stomach.
Drained again, I fall back. Shawn sits up and we just stare at each other. He moves first, helping me up. We walk to the shower together in silence. I realize that I’m crushing on this man I just met. I seriously need to start dating. Maybe, just maybe if this week turns out, I’ll have my shit together and feel confident about getting back out there.
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AFTER THE SHOWER
“I’m sorry I have to fight, fuck and run, Shawn. It’s just that I have to get back to Cody. I promised I’d talk to this one last guy.”
Shawn pulls me closer, “It’s cool. Duty calls. I totally respect your dedication.” I smile. I’m glad he doesn’t know how close I came to not being responsible. The beefy stud says, “I hope you keep having the best night.”
I grin, “It’ll only be downhill after this.” I realize something. “My phone is downstairs. I wanted to get your number.”
“I checked mine, too. But you can reach me through Cody. Maybe we can hook up when you come back to finalize all these big deals you’re making.”
I laugh, “Yeah, that’s me. Wheelin’ and dealin’.”
“Seriously. You’re gonna get everything you want, Dustin. I’d bet on it if I had any extra money. Can’t say as I’ll ever make it to Philly, but you never know. I’d like to stay in touch.”
“If you do, you have a free place to stay.” I warn him, “It’s not fancy. I live in the office at my gym. One queen bed. Communal showers.”
Shawn grins, “Sharing your bed and an open shower? Sounds awesome. Big surprise, but I don’t care about fancy.”
We finish drying each other off. I grab a black jock and tights, but Shawn tosses me bright blue satin squarecuts. “Wear those.” I slip them on, going commando. I notice there’s a gold halo and white wings in front over my bulge. He grins, “Now that sends a message. When this next guy checks you out — and he will — he’s gonna know you’re a good guy. With a big dick.”
“Nah, just a real horny guy.” I laugh. Shawn smiles, “Still right, though.”
After a goodbye kiss, we head out. Hold up. I see the tall blond guy. He’s done his match, too. Huh, he’s out of the jeans and into red, white, and blue trunks. Nice. I’m feeling really confident. I decide to approach him myself. Shit, he’s on the move. I follow him up the stairs. Just as I get in range, he slips between a few guys. The crowd closes up and I lose ground. There he is.
Cody smiles, “Dustin! Come join us. Perfect timing. This is Jon. Jon, this is Dustin.” We shake hands. Firm grip. Nice coincidence that designer guy was looking for Cody. Probably not about me, but I’ll take it. “You’re both in better gear! Angel, the altruistic youth mentor. Captain America, here to save the day.” The smile becomes a cocky smirk, “It’s a sign.”
I nod and thank Jon for taking the time to hear about my work. Shawn was right. Jon, the designer, fully checks me out, just like Shawn said he would. He has hungry eyes, and his cock is more obvious in his trunks. The fireplug pumped him up but obviously didn’t wear him out. Maybe this last guy isn’t going to be such a long shot after all.
Cody directs us, “Let’s move to a quieter spot and get to know each other a little better.” As my high school buddy leads us away from the throngs of people, he whispers, “Perfect gear choice. Who’d you meet?”
“Big, hairy stud named Shawn. Said he wrestles as Skull?”
“Woof. I love Shawn. Great guy. You must have had fun.”
“Yeah. Oh, he said I could get his number from you.” I add, “You can check with him.”
Cody says, “It’s cool. I’ll give it to you tomorrow. I trust you.”
My heart swells at those words. Cody trusts me. My chin rises and my pumped chest puffs up even more. We reach a spot by the railing. I smile at Jon, my mind focusing. I can do this.
THE END
UP NEXT … AMU 250.9: THE PARTY’S OVER. ONE NIGHT THAT LASTED FIVE MONTHS. IN THE FINALE, WE JOIN THE BIG BIRTHDAY BOY AT HOME ON SUNDAY AS HE RECOVERS AND REFLECTS. YOUR BIG QUESTIONS WILL GET ANSWERED! HOW LATE DOES RYAN SLEEP IN? HOW’D HE GET HOME? AND DOES HE HAVE ENOUGH CASH TO PAY PINO THE PIZZA DELIVERY GUY?
"He’s a lot of man to control." Man, I love these story lines with the "old" 30yo dudes, and it's a good thing you only need one hand to scroll and read these. Both these guys are a great size, great attitude, and all around likable. Unfortunately I'm waaaaay past my use by date, and most guys would call me gramps and tell me to go eat my oatmeal, but I'd get on the mats with either of these guys in a heartbeat and show them some old man strength.
ReplyDeleteAppreciate the comment! I love these two. I know writers aren’t supposed to, but I really had fun with their dynamic.
DeleteThe ‘old’ thing is a running joke with Xaq (who is lucky Cave time exists so he’ll never have to reach it). No one else thinks they’re old. I certainly don’t. :)
What an incredibly hot match! The outcome was never in question and it was still so fun to read how dustin enjoyed playing with Shawn. Two hot studs with a hot finish! I can't wait to see how this whole thing wraps up! What a fun party
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