He slid his arms around me and cupped my ass with both hands. “You liked it?” He squeezed my ass tight and I felt tingling in my groin. I was going to get hard again if he kept this up.

“Hell, yeah. I’d never had someone make me come like that with them still in me. That was awesome.”

He let me go and moved toward the bathroom. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

I went with him into the bathroom, and he flipped on the water in the shower. He stepped in first and pulled me in with him. The water pounded down on our heads as we stood there. He pulled me into a long kiss, letting the water run down into our mouths as he ran his tongue over my lips and then pushed it deep into my mouth. He stopped as suddenly as he started and smiled at me as the water ran down our faces. He took a mouthful of water and carefully squirted it from his mouth into mine. The act was so intimate and sexy that my cock sprang to attention before I knew what was happening.

Joe stepped out of the shower for a minute and came back, dripping wet with a condom in his hand. “This time, you’re going to show me what you’ve got.”

He ripped open the package and slid the rubber down my shaft. His fist was tight around my cock, almost as tight as the latex. He pulled his hand away when he’d finished and stood back up. “That’s a nice cock, Trevor. Damn, I wish I’d made a move two years ago. What would you have said?”

I took a step closer, so that my cock was between his legs, pressing against his crack. “I’d have said yes. I would have wrestled you that night and gone upstairs with you to fuck.”

That was all he needed to hear. Joe reached behind him, grabbed my cock, and slid it into his ass. I could feel the heat of his hole, even through the latex. He moved us back so that his back was against the shower stall wall. I bent my knees slightly so I could move more inside him. His own cock had roared to life again and pressed hard against me.

I started banging him hard. There was no talk and no foreplay with Joe. He wanted it fast and now. I shoved myself all the way inside him and started thrusting fast. I knew this wasn’t going to last long. Usually, I’m slow to come on my second fuck of the evening, but there was too much pent-up desire between the two of us. The water poured down our bodies as we went at it. I bent over more and teased his nipple with my tongue. It was hidden in all the dark matted hair, but I found it and sucked it until it was rock hard.

Joe started playing with his own dick as we fucked. He didn’t say a word and I wondered if I was hitting something inside him. I wanted to make him blow a load while I fucked him. He grabbed his dick in his fist and started pounding away at it, even though he’d come in me no more than fifteen minutes ago.

I kept up the rhythm and pushed myself inside him again and again. I could tell from his face that he was getting close. His eyes closed part of the way and a small smile played around the edges of his mouth. I looked down to see a few milky white streams shoot out of him and get washed away.

Joe dropped his hands away from his cock. One slid around behind me and started playing with my hole. One finger slid up inside me as I pounded his ass. I kept at it for about another minute before I felt my balls tighten again. I blew a hot load into him. I could barely catch my breath and leaned against him as we enjoyed the moment.

I pulled out and threw the condom on the shower stall ledge. I’d clean it up later. We both got towels and dried off in silence. I could still feel his eyes on me as we dressed.

He pulled me into a long kiss as he got ready to leave. “I’ll be back again, you know that?”

“Yeah, I know.”

He smiled at me. “How much does a whole night cost?”

The New Boy

Cage Thunder

I stood before the door, my hand poised to knock, and sighed. I couldn’t believe I was doing this again. Another hotel hallway—this time a Courtyard by Marriott in Kansas City, Missouri—and I was completely disgusted with myself and my ridiculous compulsions. I’d sworn the last time I’d done this that I was never going to do it again, for Christ’s sake, no matter what. But once again, all Allen had to do was ask me and here I was, about to knock on another hotel room door. I shifted my gym bag on my shoulder and briefly considered turning and just walking away. Yeah, right, like you would ever do that, I sneered at myself in my mind, you’ll never do that, just like you’ll never say no whenever Allen calls, no matter how mad you get or how disgusted you get with the whole mess. For fifteen years, you’ve jumped whenever he snapped his fucking fingers. And you’re never going to stop, are you?

I put those thoughts out of my head, gritted my teeth, and knocked on the door.

The door opened, and there he was, wearing a T-shirt and a pair of jeans. He was still hot, his head shaved and a thick black mustache, his skin ruddy red. He was a big man—just over six feet four and weighing a solid two hundred forty pounds. He wasn’t quite as well developed or defined as he was fifteen years ago when we’d first met, but he was still a sexy man. There was a big grin on his face, and the big bicep on his right arm flexed as he grabbed me and pulled me into a hug. He lifted me up a bit off the floor and said, “It’s so great to see you, man!” The hug was tight, and my back cracked a bit as he squeezed me. His delight was genuine, which was part of the problem.

It was hard to stay pissed off at someone who loved you.

I let myself smile. “It’s good to see you, too.” And it was, which made me even more annoyed with myself. Dysfunctional, party of one, your table is ready. I hugged him back lightly, wrapping my arms around his broad back and barely exerting any pressure.

“Come on in!” He set me down and clapped me on the back. I shut the door and followed him past the closed bathroom door into the living room area of the suite. The love seat and table had been shoved against one wall, and a pair of queen-size mattresses stripped of their sheets were placed side by side in the center of the room. Next to the love seat was the obligatory camera bag—he never went anywhere without his video and digital cameras. “You are gonna like this kid.” He grinned at me. “Lots of natural ability and”—he whistled—“his body is pretty phenomenal.”

“I’m sure.” I said, putting my bag down and shrugging off my black leather jacket. I was wearing a black muscle tank top, and I made sure my biceps flexed as I deftly folded the coat and tossed it over a chair.

“Damn, you look hot,” he said, shaking his head. “But you always do.”

“Thanks.” I sat down in the chair and leaned back, stretching my legs out in front of me. “So where is the kid?”

Allen’s eyes glinted. “He’s already dressed and in the bathroom.” He lit a cigarette, flicking ash into a Diet Pepsi can. He always smoked in non-smoking rooms. That was Allen in a nutshell—he disregarded anything that he considered an inconvenience. He’d once explained to me that smoking rooms stank, so he just booked non-smoking rooms and smoked in them. He traveled a lot for work, so the hotels never complained or charged him a cleaning fee for unstinking his rooms. “So, get dressed and I’ll take some pictures.”

I stood up and stretched. Pictures were a part of the ritual. Over the last fifteen years, he’d taken thousands of pictures of me. He’d taught me how to pose, had taught me what gear looked best on me, and as my fame had spread in the underground gay wrestling circuit, those pictures had come in very handy. I kicked off my shoes and stripped down to my underwear—black Calvin Klein briefs with a red waistband. Allen always liked me in black and red, and to give him credit, the colors did look good on me. I unzipped my bag and removed a pair of black wrestling trunks with red stripes on the left hip. I slid off my underwear and placed it on top of my clothes. I pulled on the wrestling trunks and felt my dick start to stiffen a bit. Putting on gear was always a bit of a turn-on for me. I sat down and pulled on a pair of knee-high red socks, then my black kneepads, and slid on my black patent leather wrestling boots. I started lacing them up. I focused on the laces while listening to him mess with the camera. I took my time, thinking let the kid sit there in the bathroom until I’m good and ready—might as well get him used to Allen’s self-absorption. Finished, I tied the laces and tucked them inside the boots.