Alex Miller's Vault: Tom Discovers Wrestling

THURSDAY. NEXT DOOR @ ALEX'S APARTMENT.

Me. (Tom)

“You’ve got the right idea, Alex. Dating guys. You’re so lucky you’re gay.”

Alex firmly replies, “Just stop, Tom. No gay guy needs to hear a straight guy telling him how lucky he is or how much easier he has it because he’s gay.” I open my mouth but stops me, “In any context. Not these days. You say it way too much. Okay?”

I nod. I do say that to him a lot. Break ups. Dry spells. Dating. In a relationship. So, yeah, all the time. I didn’t know it bugged him. Maybe it didn’t, maybe it’s just my timing. Or maybe it’s because Alex is the most chill guy I’ve ever met. I’ve never heard him yell at anyone or about anything in the three years we’ve been neighbors. And I would hear it. He’s certainly heard me yelling and being yelled at. I can be a volatile guy.

We share a non-brick wall between our lofts that isn’t very soundproof. I’m 28 and he’s 32. We’re both busy. He’s heard me with a lot of chicks. One day, we were shooting the shit. He joked about it. I admitted that I’ve heard him with guys, too. His fucks sound very physical. A lot of grunting. And there’s even what sounds like dirty talk. I can’t make out the words, but it’s the tone. It’s kind of hot. I bet he can say stuff to his guys that would get me slapped or sued.

Encounters: Denim Duel 2

 

Previously in The Cave: ENCOUNTERS: DENIM DUEL

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FIRST CLASS. 30,000 FEET IN THE AIR OVER NORTHERN GEORGIA USA.

“Last chance, sir. Can I help you with anything else? Anything at all?”

“What?” The first-class flight attendant wags my empty glass. Oh. I didn't even see him take it, I'm so lost in thought. He licks his lips and raises an eyebrow as he waits for me to answer. I finally gather myself, “No thanks. I’m good.”

I adjust the blanket that I’m using to hide the prominent bulge in my pants from the flight attendant. He’s shamelessly flirted with me since I boarded, so I know the outline of my semi-hard cock would not have gone unnoticed. I don’t mind the flirting. It happens. I’m a hairy, bearded, olive-skinned stud that other guys think is handsome. He wouldn’t even be the first (or worst) flight attendant that I’ve fucked. I just have no interest this time.

Me (Steve).

CLAW 11: Ryker vs. Xander

PREVIOUSLY IN CLAW … (everything you need to know is recapped in the story, but if you want to read every detail, check out these past stories)

ROUTE 69: BAD BOYS S106 (Ryker’s career destroyed)

THE CAVE: THE ADVENTURES OF SUPERSTAR 10 (Ryker saved)

ROUTE 69: BAD BOYS EPILOGUE (#2/3) (Ryker’s new normal)

CLAW 1 (Ryker rebounds)

CLAW 2 (Xander’s deal)

CLAW ARENA. SUNDAY MORNING.

SLAM! “Ryker. You’re here.”

I open my eyes slowly, reluctantly pulled out of my meditative state as I sit in the lotus position in one of the three practice rings at the recently upgraded Championship League of American Wrestling (CLAW) training facility. I’m in my fresh white spandex trunks over a white thong in white pro boots. I unfold my legs and then pivot on my butt to see who’s here.

“Xander?” This is a surprise but I’m chill. “Hey, dude.”

The Cave Unleashed 16: Dunk vs. Kent

OUTSIDE CODY’S GYM. LOS ANGELES CA.

“Oh, boy, why are you here?”

The driver says, “This is the address, right?”

I turn, “Oh, sorry, I wasn’t talking to you.” He stares at me. I explain, “I was just asking myself why I’m here. We’re cool. Thanks.”

I get out of the car and stand on the sidewalk. I pace outside the building. It’s hot but not oppressive. Instead of knocking, I take a walk. Why am I here? There’s nothing to be gained. Maybe I just want someone to talk to. Not that Cody and I ever talk that much. My mind wanders to how it all started over ten years ago. And how it blew up an hour ago. 

Me. Kent.

The Cave 28: Bane vs. Big Daddy Cage

BETTER BEAN CAFE. LOS ANGELES CA.

“You want something, so ask.”

Uh oh. He caught me staring. I didn’t realize that I was being that obvious. Of course, he’s a gorgeous Black muscleman, 6’1” / 230-lbs, so he’s probably hyper-aware when guys stare at him. I’m a big white guy, 6’4” / 250-lbs. Not 'gorgeous' but I get some looks, too, so I kind of get it. Although for me, the attention is more recent and I hang around with some ridiculously hot guys, so I'm not always sure if I'm the one being stared at.

I'm still enjoying the 'who me?' phase, but I can understand if it’s annoying to be gawked at. He’s just doing some work at a coffee shop and some random guy is checking him out. It’s just that I was kind of sure I recognized him, but it took me a few extended glances for me to be 100% sure. It is him, though. Since he’s opened the door, I get up from my table and walk over to his.

The Cave 27: Cody vs. Beau/Buck (The Road to El Paso 6)

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The Cave Shorts: Ruining a Master Peace

These events directly follow the end of The Cave 26: The Bat vs. Master Peace.

Spoilers (or reminders) for that story contained below.

THE CAVE RING.

“And that’s what you get for underestimating The Bat.”

The victorious Cave superstar rises up.

And I lie here unmoving on my stomach like a loser. Which I am.

The Bat puts his big black patent leather pro boot on my broad, cum-lined back. I’m sure he’s flexing over me, celebrating beating me. Knocking me out. I’m still feeling that. And then fucking my tight top ass. I’m sore and embarrassed. I was sure I was going to win. The Bat has trouble with bigger guys and I’m a bigger guy - 27, 6’1” and 225 lbs of hard, sculpted muscle.