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  A tank of a man stood there, a big grin on his face. He was five nine, for sure, a few inches shorter than me, but that was the only way he was smaller. He wore a white string tank top that perfectly showed off the heavily veined muscles in his shoulders and arms. The deep cleavage between his massive pecs disappeared beneath the white cloth, but a tanned, half-dollar-sized nipple peeked out on the left side. His baggy black nylon sweatpants didn’t hide the size and power of his mighty legs. A gym bag was slung over his left arm. His black hair was buzzed short, Marine-style, and his green eyes stood out brightly against the dark tan of his skin. “Greg? I’m Chase.” He stuck out his hand and I shook it.

  “Um, come in.” I stepped aside and let him pass, looking at the round mound of hard ass under the nylon.

  “Oh, thank God, you smoke! Mind if I have one?” he asked, kicking off his shoes and sitting down in the chair next to the nightstand. He rummaged around in one of the side pockets of his bag, producing a rumpled pack of Marlboro Lights and a lighter. “I haven’t been able to have one for hours.”

  “Go ahead,” I said, bemused. The last thing I expected was a muscle god to want a cigarette.

  He lit one with obvious pleasure and blew the smoke across the room. “Man, that’s nice.”

  I lit one and sat on the bed. “Your body is gorgeous,” I blurted, a complete dork.

  “Thanks!” He smiled, a genuine smile that lit up his eyes. “You’ve got a pretty nice one, too.”

  “Yeah, right,” I shrugged. Next to him I looked like I’d never lifted a weight in my life. But then, he was getting paid to please me, right?

  “I mean it.” He flicked ash. “Take your shirt off.”

  I obliged self-consciously, aware of the love handles no amount of cardio seemed to get rid of, the little roll at my navel. He whistled. “That’s nice, man.”

  “I could be leaner.”

  He stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray and placed one of his big hands on my leg. I jumped a bit, and he laughed. “Relax, man, I’m not going to bite you. We’re gonna have some fun, right?”

  I nodded.

  He stood and pulled the miniscule tank top over his head, folded it, and put it on the floor next to his gym bag. I stared. The cuts in his stomach were deep enough for me to stick an entire finger inside. His torso was shaved completely smooth, and there was no hair under his arms. His armpits were really white. He gestured to me. “Come here.”

  I walked toward him. “Jump up on me and wrap your legs around my waist.”

  “Okay.” I did, and he put his arms around my back and pulled me in close. His skin was warm and smooth against mine, and I felt my dick growing. His skin was also surprisingly soft over steel-like muscles. He carried me to the bed and lay me down gently, then stood and popped his arms up, and flexed. Huge veins snaked along his forearms, across his biceps, and in his shoulders. “Damn,” I breathed out.

  He grinned, and slid his hands inside his sweatpants, then inched them down. All he had on was a black thong. His pubic hair had been waxed so none showed around the Lycra hugging the big hanging package. He had a bikini tan-line that showed stark white, like his armpits, against the deep tan. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted me to wear,” he said. “I have other things in my bag.”

  “That’s fine,” I said, my heart racing.

  He turned around and showed his beautiful muscled ass. The thong was just a couple of strings running above the top of each perfectly molded cheek, then a tiny triangle just above the deep canyon between them. He bent over and touched his toes, making his ass flex and curve.

  I almost came right then.

  He turned back around and grinned at me. He started pulling my sweats down. I lifted my hips to help, embarrassed at how my body looked in my white thong. “Nice legs,” he whistled. “You have to promise to head scissor me at some point. I fucking love that.”

  “Okay.”

  He jumped on the bed, which bounced, and lay beside me, on his side, resting his head in his hand, the bicep bulging. “What you into, Greg? Sub? Pro? Jobber/heel? Give/take? Just trading holds?” He put his top leg over mine. It was heavy. His free hand began tracing around my left nipple.

  “I like it all,” I said, hearing my heart beating in my ears. “I usually leave it up to my opponent.”

  “Dude, you’re paying—you decide.” He rolled over on top of me, our crotches against each other. His dick was hard, too. He grabbed my arms and held them down over my head, making my back arch up just a little bit. He bent his head and started flicking his tongue over my neck. My body started to tremble. He grinned. “Why don’t we just roll around a bit and see what we feel like?”

  I swallowed. “Sure.” I actually liked what he was doing, but didn’t say anything. I wanted to see what he would do next.

  He let go of my arms and rolled off me, getting up on his knees. I sat and admired the beauty of his body. He settled on his haunches and grinned at me until I finally got up on my knees. “Flex your arms,” he ordered.

  I did, feeling a little silly. Mine looked like pipe cleaners next to his. He whistled, and grabbed each bicep with one of his hands and squeezed. “Nice, man.” He let go and traced an index finger from the base of my throat down between my pecs to my navel.

  “Can I—” I swallowed. “Can I put you in a full nelson?”

  “Thought you’d never ask.” He turned so his back was to me. I slid my arms under his armpits and locked my fingers behind his neck and pressed down, moving closer so my crotch was right against his boulder butt, my hard cock between the cheeks. He groaned and struggled against the hold, so I applied more pressure to hold him in it. He began flexing his buttcheeks, so my dick was getting a kid of massage.

  Incredible.

  “Oh man,” he breathed, “that’s nice. A little tighter, do you mind?”

  I squeezed and he let out a long moan.

  “Yeaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh….”

  I fell backward, pulling him so he landed on top of me. I straddled his waist and locked my ankles, squeezing hard.

  “Oh, yeah, man, that’s hot…fuck yeah…torture me, man…I can take it!”

  I squeezed my legs together with every bit of strength I could muster, and he groaned, his breath coming faster and shorter as I pushed his head down further, pressuring his neck with my arms, until finally I couldn’t squeeze anymore and relaxed.

  “Fuck!” he said, rubbing his back against me. “You’re good, man.”

  I squeezed again and he cried out, fighting against it, until after a few seconds more he said, “Okay, man, okay! I give, stud!”

  I let go and he rolled onto his stomach. He grinned, shaking his head. “You know what you’re doing, man. Fucking hot! So many of these people who hire me don’t, you know?”

  “Really?”

  He shrugged. “Most of ’em don’t really wrestle—it’s just a fantasy for them, and sadly, many of them aren’t in very good shape. They don’t know how to put on holds, so I have to pretend.” He rolled onto his back. “Sit on my chest and work my abs over.”

  “Okay.” I climbed on his massive chest, enjoying the feel of his hard pecs under my ass, and punched him lightly in the stomach.

  “Yeah, nice. You can go harder.”

  My punches landed harder and faster. With each one his body reared, reacting, and he moaned. The head of his cock jutted from his thong. I kept punching, harder and faster, until he tapped my back. “Break, man, break!” I looked over my shoulder at him. “That’s hot, guy, I fucking love this! Your back looks so fucking hot up there.” He traced a finger down my spine and I trembled. “You want me to do something to you?”

  “Scissor me,” I said, falling to the bed. “Around the waist.”

  “A man after my own heart,” he said, sliding his legs around me. He squeezed, not hard, just enough for me to feel the power in his legs.

  “Yeah.” I grinned. “Really give it to me, man.”

  He rose up on his hands and flexed
his ass, his legs powering together. The breath was crushed out of me, blood rushed to my head, but I didn’t give in, though spots were appearing before my eyes…it felt so fucking incredible, those massive legs around me, his balls flopping against my side. I felt like I could die right then and there, looking at his rippled stomach and strong pecs.

  He let up and whistled, “Damn, you can take it.”

  I gulped in a breath, my vision clearing. “Feels good, stud.”

  He squeezed again, but this time I couldn’t hold out, couldn’t resist. I smacked his legs, and he immediately let go, and I rolled out, gasping for air. I reached for the bottled water on the nightstand.

  “You okay?” he asked, concern in his voice. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  The water felt good and I gulped down another swallow. “Fuck no, man, that was fucking hot!”

  He smiled. “I’d love to get in a ring with you sometime. A friend of mine has one on the Upper East Side.”

  “Yeah.” I reached over and tweaked his right nipple. “That would be fun…but I don’t have time on this trip.”

  “Oh.” He reached over and rubbed my dick. “You wanna lose these thongs?”

  I grabbed the strap of his with my teeth and pulled it down. He laughed as his cock sprang out and slapped against his lower abdomen. I kept his thong tight between my teeth until it was down around his ankles, then used my hands to pull it off his feet.

  “My turn.” And he did the same thing, his hot breath on my legs as he worked the thong down. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me onto my back, and stood, holding my legs apart. Before I could wonder what he was going to do, he started running his tongue up the inside of my left calf and my entire body went rigid. His tongue slid further and further up, until he was licking my inner thigh. I closed my eyes and moaned. My God. No one had ever done that to me. Fucking amazing. And then his tongue was licking my balls and then the underside of my cock and then lapping the head.

  I grabbed his shoulders, kneading the hard muscle, digging my fingers in. The muscle was tight and hard, full of knots. I started working one of the knots out.

  He moaned, letting my cock go. “Oh man, that feels great! Don’t stop!”

  I swung out from under him and straddled his back. He dropped his head and I slid my thumbs down the muscle along his spine, digging in deep. He moaned, his ass flexing and unflexing, his legs swinging at the knees and slapping against the bed. When my thumbs reached the curve of his ass, I hesitated. Nothing anal, he’d said.

  Instead, I sat on the small of his back and grabbed both of his arms, swinging them up and back. The muscles of his back jumped out in relief. “OOOOOOHHHH!” he grunted, his skin flushing as he fought to bring his arms back down. I kept applying pressure, struggling against his incredible strength. A bead of sweat rolled off my nose and dropped, joining the sweat slicking his back, as he strained. “Fuck you, man!” he half-shouted. “I’ll never give!”

  I drove my knee into his side.

  “NO WAY!”

  I kneed him again, and his body convulsed.

  “Okay, man, fuck you. I give, man!”

  I let his arms drop and sat on his back again. He was breathing hard, and his back was shimmering with sweat in the late afternoon sunlight. I wiped sweat off my forehead and leaned down to kiss the back of his neck.

  He rolled me over onto my back and slid on top, his cock against my stomach. He grabbed my arms and forced them over my head again, putting his weight against them. He smiled into my face. His own was wet with sweat. “Nice sneak attack, stud.” He nuzzled my right armpit and licked it.

  Oh, wow. I tried to arch up, but he was too strong, holding me helpless as he kissed the sensitive skin there, and then nibbled it. My cock strained, my body strained, sweat tricked down all over my body. I had to get up, I had to get his mouth off me, it was too much, it was too much, if he didn’t stop I was going to come, I couldn’t believe how fucking amazing it was, how it felt—

  And then he stopped.

  I lay panting. “Jesus.”

  “Pretty intense, huh?” He didn’t release my arms. I didn’t mind. I liked lying there with his hard, heavy body on mine, completely in his power. Then he got off the bed and stood there looking at me, then slid one hand under my neck and the other under my lower back and he was picking me up, my God, how fucking strong is he? I marveled as he pressed me up and over his head until I was lying stretched over his left shoulder, one of his hands around my neck and the other under my balls, balancing me.

  The stretch on my back felt good. My back is limber. “Doesn’t that hurt?” he asked, amazed.

  “I was a gymnast,” I gasped.

  “Damn, I need to get you in a ring,” he said, bending his knees then straightening them so that I bounced on his shoulder, my back arching further with every bounce, and he kept going until the pain started, and I shouted, “Okay! Okay, I give!”

  He flipped me neatly onto the bed, where I bounced again before settling in.

  “How was that?”

  “Fucking hot,” I said, trying to catch my breath. “No one’s ever done that to me.”

  He stood looking down at me, until I sat up and got off the bed. I grabbed his head into a side headlock and dragged it down to my hip, turning him until I could flip him over onto his back on the bed, which groaned.

  I drove down on him, squeezing and flexing my arm as much as I could. His face started to redden, but he struggled, trying to break the hold with his own arms, but somehow I found the strength to hold him off, until he tapped my arm. “Okay!” he squealed. “Okay! Okay! Okay!”

  I let go and moved away, but not fast enough. He grabbed my shoulders and dragged me toward him, until our faces were inches apart, and then he pressed his lips against mine. I opened my mouth to take his tongue, and sucked. He moaned, and I rolled on top of him, my cock rubbing his. His pelvis started thrusting, and I matched the motion, our cocks stroking each other. I moved my mouth down his throat, tracing his Adam’s apple with my tongue, sucked the base of his throat, then moved down to his pecs. I flicked my tongue over his right nipple while pinching the left. I grabbed his cock with my free hand, squeezing it tightly.

  “Oh, you fucking stud, yeah, that’s the way, man, that feels good.” He kept up a steady stream of talk while I worked his nipples over with my tongue, then worked on his navel. His back arched, and I went back to his nipples, pinching both hard.

  He swung his legs around my head, resting them on my shoulders as I took his cock in my mouth. As I worked it, his legs squeezed, just enough pressure against my temples to know they were there, not hard enough to hurt. I ran my hands up and down his flexed quads while I suckled his cock. Awesome.

  He settled his hands on my head. “Dude, you’ve gotta stop or I’m gonna come, and I don’t wanna come yet.”

  I pulled back from his cock and looked up at the gleaming torso and the beautiful face smiling at me.

  “I want you to fuck me,” he said. “I want you to come inside me.”

  “I thought you said no anal.”

  He pulled me alongside him and embraced me. “That’s a rule I have to start with, until I meet the guy and know what he’s like. I don’t let just anyone fuck me—but you’ve gotten me so fucking hot I have to have it.”

  “What about your boyfriend?”

  He shrugged. “I don’t have a boyfriend. That’s just my excuse.”

  “I can’t believe you don’t have a boyfriend!” I ran my hand down his torso, and he shivered.

  “Just unlucky that way. Never met anyone I wanted to be involved with—and besides, he’d have to wrestle.” He grinned. “That makes it a little harder, you know.” He pointed to the wedding ring on my left hand. “You’re married?”

  “To a man. We’ve been together nine years.”

  “Does he wrestle?”

  I shook my head. “No.”

  “Does he know you do?”

  “Yeah, and he doesn’t mind.” I
shrugged. “There’s things he’s interested in that don’t interest me, so we kind of agreed to allow each other the latitude to explore.”

  “Most guys aren’t that cool,” he said, stroking my inner thigh. “Why couldn’t I have met you when you were single?”

  “I would have never dared to talk to someone like you when I was single.”

  He licked my neck. “That’s silly. Everyone is so afraid of guys like me, like they won’t measure up or something. Everyone is attracted to something different, you know? I really don’t like guys who are built like me.” He grinned. “Your body, on the other hand….” He grabbed my dick. “And this cock! Hell, man, I’ve gotta have that inside me. You sure you want to?”

  “Hell, yeah.”

  He walked over to his bag, pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube, tore the package open with his teeth, then gently slid it over my aching cock, squirting lube until it was nice and wet. He squirted more into his hand, reached back, and lubed his ass.

  He lay on the bed, legs apart. “Come fuck me, stud.”

  I knelt between his legs, and he spread them further, his eyes open and staring up at me. I grabbed my dick and guided it between his massive asscheeks till I found the tight opening, and pushed gently. He moaned, then relaxed, and I slid my cock in about halfway before meeting resistance. He was growling, a low sound that only eased when he needed to breathe. I slid my cock slowly in and out, not forcing it all the way. Let him get warmed up and turned on some more, and then I’ll try, I figured. Besides, it felt good.

  His eyes closed, and I started lightly punching his stomach as I slid in and out, and he started stroking his own cock.

  “Yeah, that’s nice, you can punch harder.”

  I started slamming my fists into his abs when I moved my cock out, letting him breathe as I went back in, and then, just as I thought, just as his legs got slick with sweat, the resistance gave and I plunged all the way in. His entire body bucked, his back arching, and his eyes flew open.

  “Oh you fucking stud, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!!!”

  I slammed my fists into his gut with greater power as I slammed my cock deeper inside, and he groaned and moaned and then he shot a load, cum spitting out of his cock’s slit, his body jerking, and a crying out with each shot. I stayed deep inside as he came, until he was finished, until his body relaxed, then I slid out. I peeled the condom off and started stroking my own cock.