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.

The maintenance man flashes a killer smile as he checks us out, “Hey. I’m Yusuf. You boys need a man’s help?”

The maintenance guy.

Taylor nods as he clears his throat. He’s obviously impressed by the stunning, swarthy beast at our door. “Um. Yeah. Hi. I’m Taylor.” I swear my buddy is super-close to curtsying but holds it together. “This is Christian.” I nod at the giant. Taylor pauses before remembering, “Oh. Yeah. The toilet. It flushed, but didn’t refill. Oh, and the sofa bed won’t open.”

“I’ll start with the bathroom then we can head to the bed.”

My buddy chokes at the phrasing before replying, “Yep. Okay. Sounds good. I’ll wait for you. Uh. On? In? Um over by the bed?”

As our guest goes into the bathroom to work, Taylor spins to me, fanning himself with his mouth hanging open. He dramatically mouths, “holy fuck” to me while pumping his hips in a humping motion. I stifle a laugh. Suddenly, my eyes go wide. The maintenance muscleman is looking out of the bathroom, catching the end of the performance. Taylor’s never been the subtle type, but even he blushes, having been caught fawning over our hunky helper.

Yusuf says, “Easy fix, boys. Looks like — someone — just turned off the water.”

His emphasis on ‘someone’ suggests he thinks it was us. Or more specifically, Taylor. I raise an eyebrow, unsure if my buddy did do it. The only thing is, Taylor knows nothing about plumbing. I doubt he even knew it was possible to turn off the water. And there’s no way he could know who would show up at our door. The desk clerk was a short, cute muscleman and very flirty with me when I checked in. He even upgraded us to this one-bedroom suite at the back of the hotel, but that doesn’t mean the toilet fixer would be hot.

Taylor and I started as online acquaintances, became friends, tried dating, and finally found our sweet spot as friends and tag partners. I love him as a friend, but we’re not compatible for more. Well, we’re compatible in bed, as he’s a 90% bottom and I’m a 90% top. But I mean our personalities and emotional temperament don’t mesh. He’s a flamboyant whore and I’m the chill quiet type. After a few fights about going out or staying in, we chose to just be friends.

Yusuf asks, “What’s going on with the bed?” As he enters the living area of the room, he notices the tag belts on the desk. “You boys with the wrestling group? You crew? Or managers?”

I notice he keeps calling us boys. We’re probably the same age as him, late 20’s, so it feels weird to me. If he was older, maybe. I stay relaxed and let it go. The guy’s been nice and professional, despite Taylor’s obvious lusting over him. I guess I do look young for my age and Taylor acts it. Yusuf is all-man. Deep voice. Large. Beard. Working a blue-collar job. Those forearms.

Taylor proudly replies, “We’re the ETPW tag champs.” My buddy puffs out his chest, “Defending our belts downstairs tomorrow afternoon.”

The big man looks at the belts again then looks us up and down. His eyes go back to the belts. He finally shrugs and moves to the sofa bed. I can guess what he’s thinking. From a guy who wasn’t this hot, it would be insulting but understandable. Our belts are with a small independent federation. When guys think pro-wrestling, they think the giant musclebound monsters from the WWL on TV. More like Yusuf’s height, but with even more beef.

We’re two smaller gay guys who don’t exactly look intimidating. Especially to a guy like him. I’m a lanky 5’10”/150-lbs. I’m lean with good definition, but I’m definitely more cardio than free weights. I work as a paralegal, so I look pretty vanilla, with thick medium brown hair in a corporate cut. I’ve been called handsome with angular features.

Taylor is beefier (like you can’t see his abs), 5’8” and 150-lbs with some body fur and a couple of small tattoos. He has dark brown hair and wears a mustache and scruff. Unlike Yusuf, he can’t quite grow a full beard. My buddy’s cute but he’s brazen and confident. He always says there’s no harm in hearing a no. His flirtatious adorableness gets him a lot of action.

We started wrestling for fun but have built a decent reputation. As Valentino and Romeo, we’re an openly gay heel team called the Heavenly Bros, even though we look nothing alike. Taylor has style. He’s designed and made our sexy, colorful, and elaborate gear. Fans love to boo us during the match then turn around and pose with us and buy our merch after the event.

The reason we’re here is for a gay pro wrestling event. Indie wrestling superstar Jefe is the lead organizer. It’s a gay-owned hotel, 100% booked up for three days with wrestling fans here for a good time. Three cards over two days, literally taking center stage. There are standard rooms overlooking a giant center play area. Five stories on one side and three on the other. There used to be a pool in the middle, but a new pool was built off to the side.

Now, there’s just a huge open space. Perfect for a 20 X 20 pro wrestling ring, seats, cameras, lights, and sound.

East Texas Pro Wrestling is small, but our promoter Lou got four of us invited to participate this weekend. There’s us. There’s the ETPW heavyweight champ. Reks is a rising star. Not gay, but super-hot and a vocal community ally. Totally on our side. The fourth wrestler is the boss’ cute but bitchy boytoy, Logan. I heard that Logan signed a long-term personal services contract. I bet he made out great on that. I wouldn’t mind if Lou offered me one of those.

Everyone is 18+ in the hotel this weekend, and I hear it’ll be all men. This is basically a private gay resort for 72 glorious hours. Just horny men and we’re lucky enough to be the main attraction. Well, one of them anyway.

It’s cross-federation, but lots of titles are on the line. We’re cool with that. It means more exposure. We’re supposed to meet our opponents, The Rustlers from TRA, tonight at the reception. It’s funny. When we started, we just wanted to learn. We never thought we’d be wrestling in front of a crowd. Then we never thought we would win a match. Just be low-card jobbers. A lot of fans embraced us. Then we knew we’d never get a belt. Now, we’re champs.

ETPW might be small, but the Heavenly Bros were mentioned as a team to watch in the Masters of Pro Wrestling top 200 tag teams list last year. It’s prestigious. Sure, we weren’t actually ranked, but it was a thrill. If we win tomorrow, we could have our belts and our opponents’ titles, too. Champs versus champs. Two titles will have to move us into the rankings next year. That’d be cool. And if we lose, a great match will still elevate our profile.

Yusuf pulls out a small blade, swipes once, and pulls the sofa bed open. He explains, “It’s new. Tie was still on.” He slashes at the plastic over the mattress, stripping it. The big man tucks the blade back into his tool belt. “All set.” He turns to us, “You guys are easy.”

I hold back a laugh, and Taylor lets out a soft moan. My buddy smiles, “Thanks.” He hands the big man a $10 tip. My eyebrows go up, but Yusuf accepts and tucks it inside. My friend says, “I hope you check us out.”

Yusuf snorts and replies in a cocky tone, “Like you boys have been checking me out?”

I speak for the first time, “What does that mean?”

The big man rolls his eyes, “C’mon. What? Did you see me in the lobby? Make up a couple of bullshit reasons to get me up here? A couple of jobs any man could fix without breaking a sweat.” He lifts one arm, running his hand through his hair. “It’s okay, boys. You’re not the first to do this. I create more ‘gust problems’ than I solve. If I didn’t own half the place, I’d fire me.”

Huh, he owns half the hotel? I cross my arms over my chest, “Wow, full of yourself much?”

Yusuf steps toward me. I instinctively step back, my back hitting the wall. He smiles. Without taking his eyes off mine, he orders, “C’mere, Taylor.” My buddy steps in. Yusuf palms his head and massages it. He says to me, “What would your boy here do if I said, ‘kneel and suck my cock?’ Lemme be clear, I’m not gonna make you boys do anything you don’t wanna do. But if I just said that. What do you think he’d do?”

I glance at Taylor who looks at me with pleading eyes. I look back at Yusuf, “If it’s his choice, yeah, he’d drop to his knees and give you the best blowjob you’ve ever had.”

Yusuf grins as he guides Taylor forward. He says, “C’mon, champ. Do what you wanna do.” My buddy’s down on his knees in front of the giant immediately. He caresses the tall man’s legs. Yusuf never takes his eyes off mine. He says, “Fish it out, boy. But take your time. Worship it.”

Taylor whimpers, “Yes, sir.”

I swallow hard. My eyes naturally dart down to see what this tall man with huge hands is packing. I’m a good size, but I just know that he’s going to be huge. The dark brown flaccid dick that flops out is already thick and meaty. Taylor moans when he sees it. He plays with it, moving Yusuf’s meat around. Very nice. When I look back, Yusuf is grinning at me. He knew I’d look at it and be impressed.

To me, he taunts, “Yeah, you like that, boy. Just wait until it’s fully hard.” I can’t help but look down. Taylor is jerking and Yusuf’s manhood swells to massive size. It’s huge. So huge, I get a little scared. Not Taylor, though. He wants that ass-destroyer inside him. The giant whispers to me. “You wanna join your partner, don’t you?”

I hesitate.

“It’s okay to be scared. But part of life is overcoming your fear, boy. Put away any foolish pride you have. Drop to your knees and get in there. I don’t judge. Go for it, champ.”

I swallow hard again. I don’t want to give him this victory, but I decide that it doesn’t matter. He’s already won. And I really, really want to at least taste his monster cock. I slowly lower myself to my knees. As I move closer, I feel Yusuf’s other hand palming my head. He pushes my head back so we’re staring at each other. “Good boy. Look at this. I got a pair of pro wrestling tag team champs on their knees. Yeah, looks like I’m the champ now.”

We’re pulled in together, opening our mouths. Taylor and I lick each side. We reach the head. Tay shoves me a little to take the tip first. Yusuf laughs. He teases, “Play nice, boys. There’s enough for both of you.” He forces my head down, “Take care of my balls, boy. Get in there.” I obey. Mmm. He smells and tastes great. Like he’s fresh out of the shower. I get to work.

Taylor and I get into a rhythm. We trade off, servicing the gorgeous giant. Any shame I felt for being so easy is gone. Even Yusuf’s arrogant trash talk is turning me on now. He’s cocky, but he deserves to be. I love how he keeps talking about how we’re the tag team champions and how easily he got us on our knees. The beast is fixated on his ownership and control over us.

It’s a scene that turns me on, too, and not just because I’m getting to worship the biggest dick I’ve ever seen live and it’s attached to a handsome, built, 6’5” muscleman.

We’ve roleplayed this scene with guys from the wrestling personals since winning the titles. This is hotter because it’s real. Fuck. The big man commands us to strip off his pants. Taylor moves takes off the shoes. Yusuf says, “While you’re down there, kiss them, boy.” I can’t believe it when my tag partner does it without question. Actually, I can believe it, because when Yusuf says, “you, too, C-Dawg, get down there and kiss the other one,” I lean down and do it.

“That’s it, boys. Now, look at what you’re submitting to.” We turn our heads. The big man has stripped his shirt. Fuck. His torso is perfect. “You like this? You wanna submit to this.” We nod and get back to work getting him naked. The shoes and socks are off. “Hold up, show my bare feet some love now.” We kiss and lick them in unison. Fuck, we’re acting like cheap whores.

We finally peeled down the pants. No underwear, which is so hot. He’s freeballing at work. Damn. What a cool fucker. We slide back to upright on our knees. He palms our heads and turns us so we can see the mirror. What a fucking sight. The gorgeous giant is naked in just his tool belt with us on our knees. He asks, “Looks like my belt’s the real title belt, right, boys?”

In unison, we reply, “Yes, Sir.”

With a laugh, Yusuf says, “Get naked, boys.” We strip fast, throwing our clothes onto the sofa bed. Naked and hard with leaking dicks, we move back into position. Another long look in the mirror. Yusuf nods, “That’s better. Now this is a picture. The tag team champs ready to get fucked.” He looks at me, “I know your boy Tay is ready. Are you, C-Dawg?”

I admit, “No, Sir. I didn’t, well, this is a surprise.”

“It’s okay, boy. Get in shower and clean up. You’ll get fucked, trust me. I’ll work on your boy.” Yusuf pulls a phone out of his tool belt. “Letting the front desk know this job is gonna take a while.” Oh yeah, he’s working. “Tay, you ever been fucked wearing your belt.” My buddy lies and shakes his head that he hasn’t. Yusuf grabs one title belt and nods his head, “C’mon.”

“Yes, Sir.”

When Taylor moves to stand, Yusuf growls, “No. Crawl, boy.”

My tag partner’s head sinks, but he obeys. He crawls into the bedroom. The trail of pre-cum tells the story. He’s loving it. When they’re out of sight. I practically run into the bathroom. I start the shower to get it steamy as I get to work. A few minutes later, I’m in the shower, washing up. It’s a big walk-in shower with a glass partition and no door.

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THE SHOWER.

I’m rinsing up when I see a shape enter. I turn, expecting Yusuf. It’s not him. I back up, startled. I settle down when I see it’s not a total stranger. It’s the front desk clerk, though. I worry that he came to check on the maintenance man. I start to stammer when he holds up his hand, stopping me. “Relax, boy. I’m Abdi. I’m just here to help Yusuf get the job done.”

Before I can say anything, he pulls off his green shirt.

Holy fuck.

Abdi

Abdi the flirty desk clerk is a beefy Middle Eastern muscleman. He’s only 5’6”, but with all that muscle he might be over 200-lbs. I mean, I knew that he was a powerhouse. I saw how his shirt strained at the seams to contain him, but wow. Seeing him shirtless is even more impressive. He unfastens his belt, and I can’t take my eyes off him doing it. My cock is up and pointing at him. 

It takes some work for him to get his tight white pants down over his massive ass and leg muscles. Those tree trunks could kill a man, but what a way to go. Like his buddy, he’s working commando. The ass is spectacular. So smooth, round, and fat. Wow. It flexes as he moves and I’m drooling. He stands up and folds his pants neatly. We lock eyes in the mirror, and he smirks.

“Don’t get the wrong idea, boy.”

I nod. His back is so broad. Abdi is the definition of fireplug. Stocky. Muscular. Powerful. He turns. I look down. Oh fuck. The sexy muscleman is packing. Unlike his buddy, who has a massive cock, Abdi’s is shorter than mine by a couple of inches. It’s just above average length, but it’s thick. Thicker than mine. Thicker than Yusuf’s. A true beer can cock. I don’t know.

The naked stud moves into the steamy shower. I back up. He grabs my dick, “Not bad. Bet you fuck a lot of boys with this.” I nod. “They tell you how big it is?” I nod. “Yeah, it’s a good one. Big-dicked twink wrestler. You’ll get lots of boypussy this weekend. But not now. Now, you’re learning the ranks. Lots of guys below you, but at least two real men above you. Me and Yusuf. You got that?”

I nod.

Abdi lets go of my cock. He spins us so he’s under the spray. “Wash me up, boy.” I move to grab a washcloth. “Use your hands. You wanna feel these muscles. You need to grip my cock. Feel the weight of it.” I nod. I pump out some body wash and get to work. Like Yusuf, he smirks at my subservience. “So, you’re a champion wrestler. Tag champ of all East Texas.”

How did he know that? I’m about to ask when he strikes a double bicep pose. He’s so wide, his elbows almost touch the wall and the glass. I focus on soaping up his peaks. I slide my hands under his arms. “You’ll wanna do a good job on my pits, boy.” I slide my hands in. The muscleman’s not ticklish at all, loving me caressing his trimmed pits. “Yeah, get ‘em fresh.”

I move my hands to his pecs. They’re awesome. Meaty and oversized, I soap them up, pausing to rub the nipples with my thumbs. Abdi likes that. He moans. The powerhouse lowers his arms and bounces his pecs. Oh shit, I love seeing that. He sees my reaction and laughs. I keep rubbing down his torso. He rests his hands on my shoulders. We lock eyes. He winks.

Abdi pushes down and I crouch before him. I soap his thick legs from hips to ankles. He lifts a leg, “Don’t forget my feet.” I hold under his foot. I don’t know what comes over me, must be a holdover from Yusuf, but I lean in and kiss the top of his foot. That earns me another moan. I pull off, soap it up then repeat with his other foot.

He asks, “You the bottom of the team? The guy who gets beat up and rescued?”

I bow my head, “No, I’m actually the more dominant one. I’m the top. Taylor’s the bottom.”

“Nice.” Abdi reaches under my chin and lifts my head to look up at him. I force myself to look past his amazing pecs, staring up into his smirking face and dark eyes. He says, “You’re a bottom now, boy. You got that?” I nod. He turns and rinses off, forcing me to stare at his amazing ass. Fuck, any other time, I’d be on that. He turns back to me. “Show time, champ.”

The short muscleman pulls my face to his crotch. I open wide, but I can only take the head. He’s too thick for much else. Abdi confirms it, “Don’t worry, champ. Bad thing about my dick is barely any guys can suck it. It’s a fucking beast.” He easily pulls me up to my feet, showing off just a fraction of his strength. “Good thing is how it feels when it splits you in two.”

Abdi roughly pulls me into a kiss. He’s reinforcing his power advantage by manhandling me as we make out. Making sure I know who the man is. I go with it, not wanting to fight back. When he pulls off, he says, “You’re a champ in the ring, but you’re my bitch in this shower, aren’t you?” I moan. He spins me around so hard; I stumble and slam into the wall face first. THUD!

“Sorry, champ. I forgot you’re a lightweight.” Abdi spanks my ass. SMACK! “You’re the alpha of the team? How the fuck did you boys win a pro wrestling title?” My face goes red, and I don’t answer. Verbally at least. I stick my ass out at him. He spanks it harder, “Yeah, that’s a good boy. You know when you’re beat, don’t you? You know when to give to a superior opponent.”

Abdi wets a finger before powering it into my hole. I hang my head and moan. His fingers, like his dick, are thick. He works it around, opening me up. I moan with pleasure, appreciating him opening me up before he wrecks my hole with his thick meat. God damn, I’m horny. These two studs have worked me good. Yusuf broke down my resistance and Abdi’s taking the prize.

When the muscleman pulls his fingers out, I know it’s about to get real. Abdi whips a dry hand towel around my face. He forces it in my mouth as he grips either end and twists behind my head cloth. “Bite down. Don’t want anyone reporting a murder.” The muscleman laughs, but when he powers inside me, I do bite down. Hard. He pushes the head in, and my eyes roll back in my head. I scream, my voice muffled by the towel gag.

Oh fuck! Abdi is the thickest man I’ve ever taken. Luckily, when I do bottom, it’s always for guys with big dicks. But this still has my head spinning. I whimper as my fingernails scrape the smooth shower wall. He pushes in more. I cry out, but by the time he bottoms out, I’m chill. He swings his free hand around my hip and finds my cock. It’s fully hard for him. He pumps it.

Abdi laughs, “Yeah, you screamed at first, but now you love it, don’t you?” I nod as much as I can. I push my butt back into his pelvis. “Yeah, the champ’s a hungry bottom boy for my beer can, aren’t you?” I nod and whimper. “This here’s what they call a squash job, boy. You just knelt for Yusuf, and you got no resistance against me. You submit to me?”

I whimper, “yes,” admitting it. It’s all true. I’ve given in since Yusuf arrived. And now I’m fucking stuffed with his thick cock. Abdi starts plowing me. He’s not gentle. He puts his 210-lbs of muscle into it, slamming me so hard my spine bends as he pulls back on the towel. I fight with all I have to keep from being driven into the shower wall, bracing my ripped arms.

“Ooh, boy, you’re doing great. Look at you, hanging on a man’s dick. You’re sexy, boy. A sexy jobber boy. That what you are for me? My sexy jobber boy?” I nod and cry out. The pounding has my whole body quivering. My cock is throbbing. It’s a relentless power fuck. I wonder how long he can go. Suddenly, I feel my balls tighten and my cock pulsate. Oh shit. Oh shit!

OH SHIT! I cry out through the towel, “AH CUH ING! AH CUH ING!”

My mouth can’t form ‘m’s’, but Abdi gets it. He laughs as he orders, “Yeah, jobber bitch. Cum hands free for daddy. I fucking own you. I own your ass. I own your balls. I own your dick. C’mon, boy, CUM! I command you to cum!”

I close my eyes, and it happens. Abdi hoots with delight, feeling my ass contract on his thick meat as I explode, shooting my load onto the shower wall. He can feel my body convulse, knowing I shot on command is crazy. I keep firing after I’m empty. My body relaxes. The hammering continues. My arms are too weak. They give out. I’m driven into the wall, hitting chest first. SPLAT!

Abdi releases the hand towel, but it doesn’t fall. I keep biting down on it. He pulls my hips back and holds firmly as he continues to pound my cock. “I’m gonna breed you, boy.” I hug the wall, unable to respond. Suddenly, I feel the warmth of his cum painting my insides. Abdi grunts as he erupts. I clench my ass instinctively and he moans. “Yeah, milk it, boy. Every fucking drop.”

Finally, the muscleman with the thickest dick that’s every fucked me slides out. I relax. “Tighten up. Keep my seed inside you.” I obey. He laughs, “You’re such a good boy.”

Abdi grabs me around the waist. He squeezes me in a bearhug. I moan. He’s so strong that I feel my midsection collapse. I helplessly hang in his grip. When the powerhouse steps out, he carries me with him. We exit the bathroom. I rub his mighty forearms. “Did you love that, boy? Did you love submitting to me? Tell me.”

I honestly admit, “Yes. I loved submitting.” I laugh-cough, my body crushed in his vice-like grip. “I’d love to do it again, if you’re into it. It’ll have to be tomorrow, after our match.”

“Your match? That won’t be a problem.”

“Cool.” I notice a big duffel bag on the floor. “What’s that doing -”

Before I can finish my sentence, Abdi switches from bearhug to rear naked choke. My eyes go wide in shock. I can’t speak. He tightens up, his thick arms flexing into my neck and his paw pressing on the back of my head. I gurgle and start to strugg -

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