AchillesAdonis v. TSWF Champ JoelAlphaHunk

Always the cocky exhibitionist, 22-year old Jon Turner aka AchillesAdonis stood before the full length mirror in Daddy Dom Sal’s gym locker room.  His wavy blonde hair and blue eyes were gorgeous.  His defined 50” pecs and 22” biceps were perfectly proportioned.  A former gymnast in college, Turner was stronger than his 5’9” 185 pound frame might suggest.  Javier Cortez had certainly underestimated him.  Turner was wearing only his gladiator black job strap with the gold waistband.  He cupped his bulge and saw the outline of his big mushroom head.  His 7.5” cut cock was already half hard.  His reflection did that to him sometimes.  He ran his fingers through his dirty blonde armpit hair and felt his erection grow.  He thought he might rub one out.  

What confused Jon Turner was that he had started getting horny around other men’s bodies.  That had never happened before.  His cock had come alive while he humiliated Cortez in his Dragon Sleeper following their Chain Match.  Hell, he had gotten half-hard during the match as well.  Then Turner had jerked off and cum on his best friend and Manager Pat Ross while the black-haired Muscle Boy was spit-roasted by ex-Champ BlackAlpha and TSWF promoter Dandy Dawson.  His buddy Pat—or, in character, the Greek Soldier Patroclus—had all but come out to him that night, but the two men hadn’t spoken about it.

All the wrestlers in the Tri-State Wrestling Fed had told him to train at Sal’s Bay Ridge gym.  It was where all of the past Champs, including VinnyMuscleStallion and BlackAlpha, trained and sometimes had private matches sanctioned by the Fed.  So he and Ross had spent the past week pumping iron and doing cardio at the gym.  They also wrestled in the gym’s ring room under the Daddy Dom’s watchful eyes.  Turner was leaving nothing to chance before his title match this coming Friday night against Champ JoelAlphaHunk.  During those wrestling practices, Turner had found himself sneaking glimpses of Sal’s body.  The Alpha Male had turned 47 but kept himself in tiptop shape.  He was 6’3” and weighed around 225 pounds.  Like Turner, Sal boasted of a 50” chiseled chest.  His biceps were 20”.  He was bald but sported a black and silver speckled closely cropped beard with beautiful green eyes.  His 9” cut cock was thick and perpetually semi-hard.  He wasn’t bashful about going shirtless in his gym and often wore only black Speedos so his prominent bulge got its due attention.  

Turner had known the Daddy Dom for only a week but already felt like a pseudo son.  He needed to speak to someone about his sexuality and wasn’t sure he was ready to do so with Pat.  Maybe Sal would be a good listener.  Maybe he would have some advice.  Turner was beginning to think he might be bi-curious.  The exhibitionist in him felt he might be ready to take post-match “stakes” in the ring to a new level.  He knew the gay fans would love it.  In his nine prior matches, as the Blonde Gymnast, AchillesAdonis, Turner had wedged the loser’s face into his sweaty armpit in a Dragon Sleeper while forcing the jobber to jerk off.  The crowd went wild over it.  But now Turner wondered if he should face fuck the loser and possibly ram his hole.  He was pretty sure he would be horny enough to do both.  But it was a big step.

Turner’s concentration was suddenly disrupted by loud grunts coming from the steam room.  What the fuck is going on, he asked himself.  He approached the glass door and saw steam billowing upwards in the room.  He opened the door and could see that two Muscle Hunks were going at it on a tiled bench.  His 7.5” cut cock immediately plumped up inside his black jock strap.  One guy had his legs spread wide in the air while the other’s furry butt flexed on each inward thrust.  “OH…OH…OH…FUCK ME DADDY, FUCK ME HARDER!” yelled the bottom.  “FUCK YEAH, YOU WANTED DADDY’S BIG COCK, DIDN’T YOU?” shouted the top as he pummeled the bottom’s hole.  The voices were unmistakable.  Patroclus was taking it up the ass one more time.  And Daddy Dom Sal was doing the pounding with his thick 9” cut cock.  The Blonde Gymnast approached the two men and could see that Ross was covered in sweat.  His black hair was matted and his blue eyes rolled backwards.  His 6’2” 180 pound body was entirely smooth—having been shaved by Dandy Dawson and ex-Champ BlackAlpha before he was spit-roasted on that massage table.  Ross had kept his body hairless ever since losing his virginity to better show off his lean but defined muscles, including his 48” chest, 18” biceps and cut abs.  

Sal looked over his shoulder at Achilles and his tenting bulge.  “Get over here!” he panted, then reached for Turner’s package.  He pulled AA’s hard cock out of the pouch and began stroking it as he continued to thrust into Pat Ross’s hole.  The steam instantly lubricated the Greek Warrior’s shaft and he moaned as Sal jerked his cock in tandem with his forward thrusts.  Pat’s eyes opened wide as he saw his best friend’s cock being stroked by Sal.  “Now,” the Daddy Dom said almost breathlessly, “It’s time for you fuck another man.”  “But!” Achilles started to protest but Sal pulled out of Pat’s hole and positioned the Blonde Gymnast between his Manager’s legs.  “PLEASE JON, PLEASE FUCK MY ASS!” exclaimed Pat Ross.  Sal guided the hard cut cock to Patroclus’s opening and AchillesAdonis gave into his temptations.  He rammed his wet dick into his best friend’s hole.  No woman had ever felt as tight as Pat’s canal.  He felt his friend clenching down on his thick cut dick.  “OH….OHHHHHH….OOOOHHHHH…FUUUCCCKKKK!” moaned Achilles as he began to jackhammer Ross who grunted loudly with each thrust and hollered “THAT’S IT, FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARD ACHILLES, BREED ME!!!”  Turner could see his buddy’s hard 6” beer can cock twitching on his abs. 

As the Golden Greek God fucked Patroclus, he suddenly felt another new sensation.  Sal’s hard 9” cock was sliding up and down in his crack as the Daddy threaded his thick forearms through Achilles’ pits feeling his dirty blonde armpit hair.  Sal locked on a Full Nelson while continuing to dry hump Golden Warrior.  “NO…NO…SAL, DON’T FUCK ME!” pleaded Achilles as he felt the big cock head bump into his smooth hole.  “DON’T WORRY KID,” replied Sal as he maintained his hold and resumed his dry humping of the Golden Boy.

“CAN’T HOLD ON,” cried Achilles as he felt his load rise.  His cock throbbed deep inside Patroclus’s hole and shot volleys of cum in his bowels.  “UNGH!  UNGH!  UNGH!” cried the Blonde Gymnast as his whole body spasmed while he orgasmed.  “YES, FUCK YES,” yelled Ross as his fat cock spewed cum onto his smooth chest and abs.  Daddy Dom Sal shouted “I’M CUMMING!  FUCK I’M CUMMING!” and Achilles felt Sal’s hot load splash into his ass crack.

As the three men came down from their climaxes, Sal released Achilles from the Full Nelson and the Golden Warrior collapsed onto Pat’s cum-splattered chest.  Sal moved around to Ross’s face and ordered “CLEAN ME UP BOI!”  The Bottom Bitch opened his mouth and swallowed the semi-hard 9” cock.  He tasted the remnants of the Daddy Dom’s load as he polished the cock head.

“I can do it,” murmured Achilles into Patroclus’s neck.  “I’m ready to fuck JoelAlphaHunk after I defeat him for the Fed title.  Damn I want to fuck his hole.”  “That would be so hot!” said Pat Ross as he pulled off Sal’s thick cock.  “And you can practice beforehand on my ass!”  Sal and Achilles both chuckled and the Daddy Dom said “JAH is really JoelBetaBitch.  I can’t wait for you to ensnare his caramel-colored Muscle Boy body in that retarius—that weighted net—just like you did to Cortez!”  “Maybe I’ll net both him and DaddyRodrigo then let you fuck DR,” said Achilles.  “Deal,” said Sal, who enjoyed fucking another sexy Alpha Daddy almost as much as he had loved pounding Patroclus and cumming handsfree in the Golden Boy’s ass crack.  Something about turning JoelAlphaHunk’s Manager into a submissive Toy Boy made Sal hard again, “Round Two Studs?” he asked as steam enshrouded the three Hunks.

(To be continued.)