“Mr. Maxwell, what are you doing here?”

He smiled and tugged a wad of bills out of his pocket. “I thought you invited me over.” He reached over to me and tucked the money in my waistband. His long, slender fingers pushed the money inside my shorts. He brushed my hard dick as he pulled his hand out.

“I guess I did.” I pulled the money out and threw it on the end table. I wasn’t sure what to say at this point.

“So how you been?”

I swallowed 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 around his waist, but he grabbed my ass and flipped me on to my back. Before I could move, he was up on his knees. My ass was off the ground and my shoulders flat against the floor. He’d won.

He knew it too. His hands ran up my torso and grabbed my nipples hard. He tweaked them both, twisting them as hard as he could. I tried to fight him, but the best I could do was try to bat his hands away. He stopped and fumbled with his pants, which were only a foot away from where we’d wrestled. We hadn’t moved positions at all. I figured that he liked me with my ass up in the air.

He pulled out a condom and slid it on before I could speak. “Ever fucked before, Trevor?” His voice was raspy from the exertion and lust.

I nodded. “Just a couple of times. Usually we just play around and suck.” And never with anyone that big. He was longer and thicker than either of the two guys who had fucked me so far.

He smiled as he pushed his dick against my hole. I tried to relax, but I was keyed up from the situation and the exercise. “I think we know each other a little too well for the small stuff.”

I bit my bottom lip as he moved his cockhead into me. I could feel the big head of his cock move inside me and he began to push in slowly. He took a little in and out until I began to loosen up a little. I could tell it wasn’t his first time with a guy. He knew how to move.

He supported my back with his hands as he continued to push deep inside me. I could feel his pubes against my ass finally. He was all the way in and it filled me up. He started fucking me, slowly at first. Each stroke took him almost all the way out and then in again to the hilt. I guessed he wanted his money’s worth.

Every time he pushed his cock inside me, it touched something that made me want to blow a nut. I’d heard about the prostate before, but I’d never known anyone who could hit mine. He banged it every time he smacked my ass with his balls. He was fucking full force now, thrusting with all he had. I could see tiny beads of sweat on his temple and forehead. My back was starting to stick to the floor from the heat.

He moaned and I figured that he didn’t have much time left. I was trying to hold back, but the pressure inside of me was screaming to let go. He went up inside me again, and I lost it. My jizz blew all over my chest and stomach without warning. I shot about five strings before it slowed to a trickle. Joe didn’t slow down any. He took both hands and rubbed my cum across my stomach and into my pubes. I could feel his touch through the coarse hair.

I was still breathing hard when he moaned again. He pumped my ass hard and I could feel the tremors of his body as he came. He didn’t say a word, but he tilted his head back so that I couldn’t see his expression. I wondered what he was thinking that moment as he came inside his son’s best friend.

He pulled out and flung the rubber into the trash in almost a single motion. He rested beside me on the floor. There was no sound for a few minutes, just the noise of us breathing. My ass and cock tingled with the feeling of being fucked like that.

Joe sat up, slapped me on my still sticky abs, and looked around. “You got a shower here?”

I pointed into the bathroom. “In there.”

He laughed as he stood up. He offered me a hand. “You’re coming with me. I think we both need to get cleaned up. You can’t tell me you didn’t sweat during that match. I think you were really trying there at the end.”

I smiled at him as he pulled me to my feet. “Yeah, even though I really wanted you to win.”