BlackAlpha v. Patroclus and The Greek Heel "Tino" Gavras

Late morning…. The two male studs—one a hot, muscular black man and the other an equially hot, leanly muscled black-haired white man—spooned together.  As the big spoon, the Black Hunk pressed his smooth 54” chest and torso into the back of the white man.  His 33” right quad wrapped around the 30” right quad of the little spoon.  The Ebony Stud nuzzled the other man’s neck and almost purred “You’re gonna do this?  Take me on, '2 on 1', in a few weeks?”  “Yeah, I guess.  It’s all the promoter’s idea.  Dawson wants to pair up a real Greek heel with my Greek character Patroclus.  He’s got it in his mind that the crowd will love the idea of two nearly identical Greek Warriors taking down the former Champ in his comeback match.”  “Yeah, right, I never lost a TSWF match, man,” said BlackAlpha, “I retired undefeated after defending my title a record 11 times—one more than Daddy Dom Sal when he was Champ.”  “But how many ‘2 on 1’ matches did you have, handsome?” asked Pat Ross.  “Well, none, but I faced interference from a lot of managers for challengers who thought they could steal my belt.  It never worked—just as Dandy’s teaming you with OrangeMuscle won’t work.”

“Did you see the video of Tina Gavras’s match against Raphael Rocco?  Some vicious heel shit in that one,” observed Patroclus.  “Yeah, I watched it yesterday.  Brutal stuff to be sure, but nothing I can’t handle,” replied BA confidently.  “Besides,” he added with a grin, “Tino doesn’t know about us.  If he did, he might smell a rat.”  Ross chuckled, “It will be a ‘2 on 1,’ but maybe not the ‘2 on 1’ Dandy wants.”  “That’s my boy,” BlackAlpha said, as his 9” cut cock hardened and pressed into Ross’s crack.  “Ohhhhh…fuccckkkkk,” moaned Patroclus, “You recharged quickly, sexy.”  “Anything for my boy,” laughed the former Champ.  “I loved fucking you after the match between Cortez and your buddy AchillesAdonis.  I had to have more of you.”  “Me too,” said Ross, “Only I’ve become a vers top—what with my topping Daddy Dom Sal after Achilles was destroyed by JoelAlphaHunk.  Someday you’ll have to let me fuck your ebony ass!”  “Ha!,” exclaimed BlackAlpha.  Only a select few have owned my hole.  Let’s just say you’ll have to earn the privilege.”

Patroclus pressed his butt back, allowing BA’s thick hard cock to slide more fully into his crack.  The swollen mushroom head of the big black cock found Ross’s pucker like a heat seeking missile.  The 23-year old began to moan and pant with expectation.  He had only bottomed for BlackAlpha in the two months they had been seeing each other.  Ross trained everyday with Daddy Dom Sal at his Bay Ridge gym.  He had gained 15 pounds of pure muscle and now weighed in at 195 pounds.  He had let his black armpit and pubic hair grow back but was keeping his 48” chest and washboard abs smooth.  At night, Patroclus met up with BlackAlpha—or “Ronnie” as he now sometimes called his lover.  They typically fucked, then cooked and ate high protein green carb meals together, watched old movies and ended up in bed for round two.

BlackAlpha hadn’t had a serious boyfriend since VinnyMuscleStallion and—although his relationship with Ross was still in its infancy—he found himself constantly daydreaming about the younger stud and his wavy black hair, blue eyes and defined body.  The feeling was mutual.  Ross had accepted he was gay and nothing turned him on more than being claimed and owned by the wickedly handsome and muscular 6’4”, 245 pound former Champ.  Only Daddy Dom Sal was aware of the two men’s relationship and the last thing Sal—an old school Italian Alpha Male—was going to do was spill the beans to the Greek Stud known as OrangeMuscle.  If anything, Ross surmised, Sal wanted Ross to avenge Gavras’s brutal beatdown and fucking of fellow Italian Raf Rocco.

BlackAlpha’s cock head began to push past Pat’s outer ring.  “Fuuucccckkkkk, that feels so good!” he moaned as he sank slowly but surely into Ross’s ass until his balls pressed against his ass cheeks.  “Fuck yeah!” grunted Patroclus as his canal accepted the thick 9” cut cock.  BlackAlpha’s right hand wrapped around Ross’s hard cock.  It was 6” long and very fat, like a beer can.  And it was wet at the tip from Pat’s pre-cum.  BA started stroking the dick in tandem with his thrusts into the little spoon.  “Oh, man, I love the feel of your tight hole!” BlackAlpha cooed in Ross’s ear.  They worked in nearly perfect unison as the Ebony Stud made love to his man while jerking his cock.  “Fuck Champ…fucking drill me!” demanded Ross.  “Bossy bottom!” laughed BA, as he picked up the tempo of his thrusts and strokes.  Both men approached their climaxes.  

“Bzzzzzzzzz….Bzzzzzzzz” Ross’s cell phone buzzed and lit up on the nightstand.  The incoming caller was none other than TSWF promoter Dandy Dawson.  “What the fuck!” both Ross and BlackAlpha said simultaneously.  The cock block phone continued buzzing.  BA reluctantly let go of his grip around Ross’s fat cock and pulled out of his hole.  “Shit!” he muttered.  “Yeah, shit,” agreed Patroclus, as he reached for his phone and hit the accept button, putting the promoter on speaker.  “Yes, Mr. Dawson,” Ross said, trying to sound normal and not like he had been on the verge of orgasming.  “My boy!  Where are you?  OrangeMuscle and I are waiting for you at the Midtown Athletic Club, like we had planned.”  “Oh shit, Mr. Dawson, I forgot.  I’m so sorry.  I…I slept in.” 

BlackAlpha had resumed spooning the leanly muscled wrestler.  His cock was still hard.  He had half a mind to fuck Ross while he was on the phone.  Patroclus felt the thick cock press into his crack and looked back over at BA with a “Don’t you dare!” stare.  The Ebony Stud just sighed and buried his face in Ross’s neck.  “I can be there in 20, Mr. Dawson.  Just a quick shower.  Can’t wait to meet Tino, I mean OrangeMuscle and start training.”  “An hour’s okay, kid,” said Dawson.  “Coach Stan is here and he’ll put Gavras through some moves to warm him up.  Stan’s even offered to be in your corner when you two take on BlackAlpha.”  Coach Stan had been BlackAlpha’s Coach, Trainer and Mentor ever since their days in prison together.  He had coached BlackAlpha to the top of the Tri-State Wrestling Fed and through his title defenses.  But the friendship had frayed and then ruptured when the retired Champ and VinnyMuscleStallion became an item.

“What the fuck?” Ronnie started to say but was shushed by Ross.  “What’s that, kid?” asked Dawson.  “Nothing, nothing, Mr. Dawson.”  “Are you with somebody, boy?” the promoter asked.  “Uh, uh,” Patroclus stuttered, “Well, yes, sort of, but it’s okay.  I can be there in one hour.”  “Hmmmm,” murmured the promoter, “Okay son, it’s none of my business what you do in your bedroom—at least when it’s on your own time.  See you soon!”  Dawson rang off.

BlackAlpha rolled onto his back releasing the little spoon.  “Coach Stan?” he asked the ceiling, “Jeez, my old Coach and Trainer.  He’s still seething over my past relationship with VinnyMuscleStallion.  You’d think he’d let it go.  I see what Dawson is up to, though.  It’s really gonna be a '3 on 1.'  He could be planning anything."  “Ah, don’t worry Champ,” said Ross, “Coach Stan won’t be a problem.  Isn’t he a big old bottom, anyway?”  “He’s vers, stud, and not to be underestimated.  Stan’s got a nicely shaped 8.5” cut cock.  And he knows how to use it."

“Well,” Ross replied, “We need to have plan, man, for the match itself.”  “Yeah,” agreed BA, adding “But we can’t be too obvious.  Stan’s clever and he’d see through any shenanigans.”  “Yeah, agreed,” nodded Ross.  “In the first round,” the Ebony Stud instructed, “You should help OrangeMuscle defeat me.  Prove your loyalty, so to speak.  I just hope it’s not too brutal.  I need to win round two.  I can do it without your help.  Or maybe with your help but in sort of an accidental way.”  “Hmmmm, I'll come up with something” said Patroclus.

“Nice,” replied BlackAlpha, pulling Ross onto his chest.  The two handsome men’s cocks swelled as they pressed against each other.  “Then in the third round,” the Ebony Stud continued, “We can lift the veil on our partnership and destroy the Greek Heel together.  We'll humiliate him as payback for what he did to Rocco.”  Ross’s lips met BA’s as the two muscle studs gave into their mutual lust.  “I want to fucking ride you,” whispered Patroclus as he moved to straddle the Ebony Stud, lifted his hips, and positioned the 9” cut cock near his entrance.  “Fuck yeah,” BA said, “Ride it and cum on my 54” pecs handsfree!”

(To be continued.)