hard, thinking of him telling my parents and friends that I’d been pimping myself on the Internet. “Okay, I guess. How about you, Mr. Maxwell?”
He laughed and stepped closer to me. I could smell his body now, antiperspirant and soap mingled together. “Trevor, I think if we’re going to fuck, you should call me Joe.”
“Are we going to fuck?” My cock was rock hard and pulsing. I could feel it pounding against my shorts, but I didn’t want to look down to see it—just in case he hadn’t noticed it yet.
His hand reached around me and grabbed my ass. He squeezed it tight and pulled me to him. I felt my own hard cock against his. He was every bit as ready for fucking as I was. The fabric didn’t even seem to exist. The heat was incredible and a bead of sweat ran down my temple. “Don’t be nervous, Trevor. I’ve seen the way you look at me. Hell, I’ve wanted you since the night of your nineteenth birthday party.”
“What do you mean?”
“You don’t remember? Hell, I beat off thinking about you for a month. You were in the changing room with a couple of the other guys from the party. I walked in and you and some blond kid were wrestling, butt naked. You two broke it up when I came in, but I could see your dick twitching and you were breathing way too heavy for that kid. You shouldn’t have even broke a sweat, unless you wanted to do more than wrestle.”
I nodded. “That was Eric Day. He was so hot.”
“Not as hot as you.” Joe pulled me into a kiss. His mouth met mine and he gently slipped his tongue through my teeth. I wanted him, but I was scared. This was way too close to home for me. After about a minute, we broke and I gasped for breath.
“I want you to wrestle with me, Trevor. Like you did with Eric Day.”
“We were wrestling for a six-pack. What are we going to wrestle for?” His dick pressed hard against mine and I knew what the answer would be.
“Double or nothing. If you win, you walk with the money. If I win, it’s two hours with you, instead of one.”
I nodded. “Deal.”
Joe had the sweater over his head before I could move. If anything, his body was better than it had been two years earlier. Leaner, more defined. He pulled down his pants while he watched me. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and his thick dark cock sprang hard and ready from the jeans. His cock was as big as mine and pulsing. “Come on. I’ve been waiting for this for too long.”
I started to move. I slid the shorts down to my ankles and left the jock on. Joe grabbed the T-shirt and yanked it up over my head.
“Are you going to take that jock off, or do you want me to do the honors?” He didn’t stop for an answer. His thumb slid under the waistband and pulled it down to my ankles. My cock was hard and dripping with pre-cum, I was anxious at the thought of what was going to happen.
He pulled me into a wrestling stance before I could stop him. I wasn’t ready for this match. Every time his body touched mine, the skin tingled and burned. He moved around me and took me down hard.
“Aren’t you at least going to make this a match?” he asked as he pulled his form on top of mine. His cock rubbed against mine as his groin pressed against me. His balls fell between my legs and tapped gently against mine. He’d shaved them and I felt the smooth skin against my inner thighs.
He had me held down, his hands pressed on my biceps. I wanted to give him a match, but I wanted the money as well. If he took back the cash, I couldn’t exactly complain to anyone.
I rolled to one side and slid out from under him. I made a quick reversal and trapped him on his side before he could recover. My legs wrapped around his middle and squeezed as hard as I could. Even with the pressure, I felt the heat of his cock on my thigh. I was ashamed to say that I wanted to throw the match just to be with him.
The sweat from his body made it hard to hold him down. He twisted so that he faced me. I still had my legs
He laughed and stepped closer to me. I could smell his body now, antiperspirant and soap mingled together. “Trevor, I think if we’re going to fuck, you should call me Joe.”
“Are we going to fuck?” My cock was rock hard and pulsing. I could feel it pounding against my shorts, but I didn’t want to look down to see it—just in case he hadn’t noticed it yet.
His hand reached around me and grabbed my ass. He squeezed it tight and pulled me to him. I felt my own hard cock against his. He was every bit as ready for fucking as I was. The fabric didn’t even seem to exist. The heat was incredible and a bead of sweat ran down my temple. “Don’t be nervous, Trevor. I’ve seen the way you look at me. Hell, I’ve wanted you since the night of your nineteenth birthday party.”
“What do you mean?”
“You don’t remember? Hell, I beat off thinking about you for a month. You were in the changing room with a couple of the other guys from the party. I walked in and you and some blond kid were wrestling, butt naked. You two broke it up when I came in, but I could see your dick twitching and you were breathing way too heavy for that kid. You shouldn’t have even broke a sweat, unless you wanted to do more than wrestle.”
I nodded. “That was Eric Day. He was so hot.”
“Not as hot as you.” Joe pulled me into a kiss. His mouth met mine and he gently slipped his tongue through my teeth. I wanted him, but I was scared. This was way too close to home for me. After about a minute, we broke and I gasped for breath.
“I want you to wrestle with me, Trevor. Like you did with Eric Day.”
“We were wrestling for a six-pack. What are we going to wrestle for?” His dick pressed hard against mine and I knew what the answer would be.
“Double or nothing. If you win, you walk with the money. If I win, it’s two hours with you, instead of one.”
I nodded. “Deal.”
Joe had the sweater over his head before I could move. If anything, his body was better than it had been two years earlier. Leaner, more defined. He pulled down his pants while he watched me. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and his thick dark cock sprang hard and ready from the jeans. His cock was as big as mine and pulsing. “Come on. I’ve been waiting for this for too long.”
I started to move. I slid the shorts down to my ankles and left the jock on. Joe grabbed the T-shirt and yanked it up over my head.
“Are you going to take that jock off, or do you want me to do the honors?” He didn’t stop for an answer. His thumb slid under the waistband and pulled it down to my ankles. My cock was hard and dripping with pre-cum, I was anxious at the thought of what was going to happen.
He pulled me into a wrestling stance before I could stop him. I wasn’t ready for this match. Every time his body touched mine, the skin tingled and burned. He moved around me and took me down hard.
“Aren’t you at least going to make this a match?” he asked as he pulled his form on top of mine. His cock rubbed against mine as his groin pressed against me. His balls fell between my legs and tapped gently against mine. He’d shaved them and I felt the smooth skin against my inner thighs.
He had me held down, his hands pressed on my biceps. I wanted to give him a match, but I wanted the money as well. If he took back the cash, I couldn’t exactly complain to anyone.
I rolled to one side and slid out from under him. I made a quick reversal and trapped him on his side before he could recover. My legs wrapped around his middle and squeezed as hard as I could. Even with the pressure, I felt the heat of his cock on my thigh. I was ashamed to say that I wanted to throw the match just to be with him.
The sweat from his body made it hard to hold him down. He twisted so that he faced me. I still had my legs
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