CLAW 16: Gay Wrestling Weekend (Pt. 3 of 5)

HOLIDAY HOTEL & SUITES. GRAPEVINE TX.

CHECKING IN AT THE FRONT DESK.

“Enjoy your stay, Mr. Rekert.”

I nod, “Thanks. I hope to.” I pat the gold title belt around my waist, “With any luck, I’ll have two of these when I leave Monday morning.”

I sling my duffel bag over my shoulder. To get to my room, I need to cross the huge center area where the weekend’s wrestling action will take place. I pause and breathe. I’ve been wrestling for 15 years but I still get anxious before a big match. Being the East Texas Pro Wrestling heavyweight champion isn’t a big deal in the wrestling world but it gives me a title to show I’m legit.

Again.

CLAW 15: Gay Wrestling Weekend (Pt. 2 of 5)

 

If you read Part 1 (CLAW 14), you can read more about Yusuf & Abdi in Route 69 S104: Dallas TX.

HOLIDAY HOTEL & SUITES. 

GRAPEVINE TX. 

ROOM 129.

 “Crawl, boy.”

Hi, I’m Taylor. That was an order to me. I obediently reply, “Yes, Sir.”

I crawl into the bedroom of our one-bedroom suite, an upgrade my friend and tag team partner Christian somehow flirted out of the short but muscular front desk clerk. Manipulating hot guys for free stuff is my thing, so I was proud of my buddy for going with it and getting the sexy dude to move us. With any luck, Christian will get to fuck the hunky clerk’s mountainous ass. I pushed him to go for it the whole walk to our room.

CLAW 14: Gay Wrestling Weekend (Pt. 1 of 5)

HOLIDAY HOTEL + SUITES. 

GRAPEVINE TX.

ROOM 129.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“MAINTENANCE!”

I come out of the bedroom to see my friend, tag team partner, and ex-boyfriend opening the door for a tall, hunky mountain of a man. Middle Eastern. Olive skin. Dark hair. Beard, He’s gotta be 6’5”, like 250-lbs with broad, strong shoulders and sculpted, muscular arms. His green work tee with the hotel logo printed over his left pec isn’t just tight. It looks painted on.

My eyes linger on the torso. That tee stretched over his perfect pecs and clinging to his narrow midsection. It leads down to a low-slung leather tool belt over tight, white cotton pants that cling to his chiseled legs. He’s standing casually with his feet spread a little and hands on hips. Posing like a superhero or something. He could definitely pass for one.

Woof.