Family Reunion

CARL’S DINER. BREAKFAST WITH JAMES.

“Fuck, I still can’t believe how good you look, Deej.”

“Yeah? Then how come the first thing you said this morning was ‘go home and change’?”

“C’mon, don’t be sensitive, bro. You look hot. I love how your shirt and dress pants stretch over your muscles. Fuck. But a jacket, tie, and dress shoes? It’s just not very IT guy.” 

I just nod, disappointed to hear this on the morning of my first day at work. Maybe he’s right that I’m over-dressed. He’s definitely right that I don’t know corporate culture at all. I’ve been told what to wear for six years. Now that I think about it, when I interviewed, everyone was casual. I wanted to look professional on day one, but maybe this isn’t right. Fuck. I try to shake the insecurity off and re-focus on my friend.

I say, “You look great, too, James.”

My buddy shakes his head, “Nah, not like you. You’re built like a god. Fuck.”

I’m having breakfast with James to catch up one-on-one. It doesn’t take too long to pick up where we left off, sharing, joking, bullshitting. I missed him. James shifts the conversation to talk about working out together. I’m cool with that. Then he maneuvers that into talk about the future. Our future. Oh boy. I steer the conversation away from that topic. I think I’m successful until James casually asks if I’m seeing anyone.

I hesitate. My boy smirks at me. Damn, I’ve gotta be quicker. How hard would it have been to say no? James leans in, “I knew there was a man. Who is he? Army guy? American? European? Oh, wait, you found a Korean bodybuilder, didn’t you? You always love them.”

I laugh and shake my head, “None of those. I mean, I guess there’s someone I’m interested in, but I don’t think he’s interested in me in the same way I’m interested in him.” James gives me a smirk, appreciating the irony of the situation. I continue, “We’ve wrestled. Never had a date. Or even talked about one. It might be all in my head now that I’m back.”

“Wait. Someone local? Someone I know?” I hesitate again. How am I fucking this up so bad? I can’t tell him the truth, but I don’t want to pile on more lies. Not when it could be nothing. Of course, he can read me. “It is. Wow.” I let it hang. He nods, “Okay, well, there’s no way he won’t be into you. I hope things work out. I really do mean that, bro.”

“Thanks. It doesn’t matter. I’m just back in town. Starting a new job. Living with my parents. I’m not rushing into anything until I get settled.”

James heads off to his job as I debate whether to go home and change. Do I have time? I rise to pay the bill when I hear a familiar voice. His voice. I turn around. At the counter ordering takeout. It’s Mike. Oh god. He turns and leans on the counter, waiting for his food. He sees me and we lock eyes. We just stare at each other, frozen like deer in headlights.

I finally turn away. Head down, I dig out my wallet, quickly fishing out some cash. I toss my money on top of James’ to cover my share. I reach back for my suit jacket. When I turn around again, Mike is right in front of me. I’m startled and stumble back into the chair almost knocking the table over. BP catches my arm. Strong. He pulls me towards him and a major disaster is averted. All eyes are on me until they see I’m not going to go down.

As everyone in the diner goes back to their meal, Mike laughs, “Smooth.” I get myself together, embarrassed but also excited to see the handsome hunk.

“I wasn’t expecting you to be ... right there.”

“It’s okay. I get why I’d scare you. You got all this extra muscle, but you’re still my jobber boy.”

I smile and look down, sheepishly. No, this is not six years ago. I lift my head confidently, “I might surprise you.”

Mike ignores that, telling me, “You look great.”

“James says I’m over-dressed. I was just on my way home to change.”

“Naw, don’t. It’s your first day, right? You look like a professional who’s taking this job seriously. A man who’s responsible and people can trust. A man who’s going places. Dress for the job you want, DJ.” I smile and relax. I so needed to hear that. Mike stops the waitress and asks for a pen. He writes an address on a napkin. “First day. You think you’ll be done at 5:00?” I nod. “Be here at 5:30.”

“Why?”

Mike just smiles. His order is ready, so he moves to grab it. He just winks, waves and takes off. We don’t even say goodbye. 5:30? Okay.

5:30 PM. THE ADDRESS.

My first day at work went great. Folks were nice. My clothes were fine. The big boss even complimented me on my suit and asked where I shopped. When I told him I got it custom-tailored in Saigon, he was impressed. I already know I can do the job. I was focused all day, but as soon as I get in my car, my cock swells and my mind fills with thoughts of Mike. I start my old beater, the same car I drove in high school. My dad saved it for me and kept it up, but I really need a new ride once I can save up some. This car just doesn’t fit who I want to be.

The address is an old warehouse. There’s no sign on the building. The place needs a paint job. The parking lot isn’t even paved. There’s one car in front. Mike’s big red pickup. I park beside him and step out. I look around then try the door. It’s open. Okay. I roll my shoulders back and step through. I’m blind as I step from bright sunlight into darkness. The door slams closed behind me. BAM!

Okay. My eyes adjust and I’m in a small entryway. I walk down the short hall then around the corner. Holy fuck. It’s a wrestling ring. I move in close. The place is nicer inside with freshly-painted black metal walls and no clutter. There’s a giant ass TV, videos games, bar, fridge, sofa, like a killer man cave thing happening, but all I care about is the ring.

I move to ropes and pull on them. Strong. Pro-quality. I got to play in a ring while I was stationed in Japan. I dated a sexy local pro wrestler who loved jobbing for me. I’d kick his ass in the ring and then pound his mouth and ass with my big dick. It was fun. This is amazing.

I suddenly feel two strong arms wrap around my waist from behind. I lean back into Mike as he squeezes me tightly. It feels great to be crushed by his power again. I moan and rub his thick flexing forearms. He only squeezes harder. I moan louder and lean my head back onto his shoulder. I feel him blow hot breath into my ear then bite my neck. I let out a loud gasp.

Mike laughs and brushes my neck with his beard, “I’m glad you could make it.”

“Nothing could stop me. What is this?”

“My place.”

“What?”

“A little escape. Like my playroom. I got a little house a few blocks away, but there’s no room for a ring. This is where I hang out.”

“Shit. You’re doing well for yourself. The truck. A house. This place.”

Mike shrugs modestly. He orders, “Get changed.” I’m released and I turn to face him. He looks amazing in black pro trunks, boots and knee pads. Damn. I see an open changing room behind him. I start to ask a question, but he tugs forcefully on my tie, “We can catch up after we wrestle. Change.”

I nod and head inside the small room. I strip naked and smell myself. Nice thing about an office job. No sweat. I guess I’m good to go. There are more than two dozen pairs of trunks hanging on the pegs. I can’t decide then I see it. Oh. They’re exactly like I remember them. He must’ve really searched to find the same kind. I feel them in my hands. Smooth. Silky. Perfect.

I start with the boots. The worn-brown leather pair are too small, but the orange ones are the right size. Shiny and fresh, I wonder if he got them for me? I slide on an orange thong first, taking time to adjust myself just right. With my junk pointing down, I squat and get the back wedged deep in my crack so I look nude from behind. I sit down and put on the boots.

Now, it’s time. I work the stretchy fabric over the boots and up to my knees. I stand up and cover the thong with the loincloth-style tiger-print trunks. Just like Beast wore that first night we wrestled. I swallow hard as I think about wrestling Mike again. And in a ring? Damn. It’s like a second first-time. So much for not rushing into things. Who am I kidding? I can’t resist him.

I play with the flaps front and back, making sure they hang right. Even with double pouches from the thong and loincloth, I’m tenting in front. In back, my ass is covered until I move then it hangs out perfectly. Okay. It’s time. When I come out, Mike is running back and forth in the ring, expertly bouncing off the ropes. Of course, he’s good. But how good?

Mike stops and smiles big, “The past six years have been good to you, man. Real good. And like a good little jobber boy, you choose the sexiest gear.”

“Beast won, so this is not jobber gear. It's superstar gear. I can’t believe you found it.”

“I didn’t find it. I won them. Those are the real deal. Right off Beast’s jobber ass before I fucked him right here in this ring.” My shock shows and Mike laughs. He smirks, “The whole time I was destroying him, I imagined it was you I was beating. Now, here you are and it's really happening.”

“I told you I might surprise you.”

Mike backs up into the far corner and spreads his arms, “Surprise me, superstar.” I run at the ring and dive under the bottom rope. I slide into the middle and smoothly spring up to my feet where I bounce up and down. The handsome muscleman claps, “Smooth.”

I test the ropes and stretch out as he circles, checking me out. He asks how much muscle I’ve gained. Where I learned how to move in a ring. If I learned how to take a bump. I keep focused, keeping answers short, but making sure he knows I’m good to go all out if he is. When I’m ready, we meet in the middle of the ring for a staredown. I melt as our bodies press together.

The bearded behemoth sees my attraction and smirks, “Don’t give up, yet.”

I roll my shoulders back, “You’re a lot to take in, but I’m good. I’ll give you a match.”

“I know. You always did. Even if they all ended the same way.”

Mike reaches behind my head and pulls me into a deep kiss. I match his mouth and we make out. We caress each other’s muscular bodies. When we break, he asks me to flex. We show off our hard work, admiring how great we both look. I tell him I want to start and he drops his arms, telling me to bring it on. We shake hands then hunch over and lock up.

We test our strength in the collar-and-elbow. It feels so good to be doing this. We push and shift, increasing the intensity. Our muscles pump. We grunt. And sweat. It’s the longest lockup I’ve ever done. I’m using all my strength and he won’t budge. The way he’s grimacing, he’s trying just as hard. Neither of us can overpower the other, so we break and stand up.

Mike smirks (oh fuck, that smirk), “Looks like you’re finally a match for me. I guess the Army did toughen you up.” I remind him that I was always tough. He nods, “Yeah, you were. You could take a lot of punishment but now, looks like you can dish it out, too. A real beast.” He pats my cheek, “My babyface beast.”

I blush then roll my shoulders back, “C’mon. Let’s do this.”

MAN VS. MAN.

We lock up again. This time, Mike twists and powers me into a side headlock. His huge bicep presses into my temple and I feel like my head will pop like a balloon. I moan as I try to focus. My hands roam along his rock-solid muscles, caressing his body as I suffer. He walks me around the ring, dragging me in the headlock. Right back to where we left off.

Yeah, I don’t think so. I’m not a teenager any more.

I grab the back of his leg and his ass. I squeeze and he laughs, “You like that - WHOA!” I lift fast, powering him up off his feet. I turn slightly and drop him with a side suplex. BOOM! He groans as I force him into a cradle, pinning his shoulders down. I push his knee to his shoulder then get ready to count, but he kicks free before I can even start. I roll away into a crouch.

Mike rises, “Nice move.”

“That was nothin’ compared to what else I got.”

“Ooh, I like that sound of that, man. Bring it on.”

We move in fast. This time, I duck the lockup and go for his leg. I lift using all my leg strength and he’s not ready. I topple him onto his back and shoulders. WHAM! I twist and step over him, locking on a single leg crab. As I sit back. Mike pounds the canvas in pain and frustration. He grunts, “Oh shit, you weren’t kiddin’. I’m gonna like this.”

I’m about to respond when he presses up with his mighty arms while kicking his leg out. I roll with it in a somersault, immediately spinning and rising. I charge back at Mike, but I forget that he’s not just a muscleman. He’s a wrestler. Fast and powerful, he sees me coming and drives up into me, slamming his shoulder into my abs. WHOMP! OOF! I collapse forward over him.

BP rises, lifting me onto his shoulder as he pushes up on my legs. I’m flipped over and down with a back-body drop. BOOM! Mike grabs my hair and drags me up. He reaches between my legs and scoops me across his chest. Mike holds me up like I weigh nothing then body slams me back to the mat. BOOM! That hurt. I open my eyes to see him coming down with an elbow to my abs. THUD! OOF!

Mike grabs my hair and pulls me up with him. When I reach one knee, I surprise him with a big elbow to the abs. THUD! OOF! He bends forward over me, so I lift my arm up between his legs, gripping his ass. I pull and lift him over my shoulders. I rise, holding him in a fireman’s carry. I bounce him up and down, enjoying the sound of his grunting. He’s heavy, but I can lift way more weight than him.

When I reach the center of the ring, I twist and flip, slamming him down onto his back. BOOM! Now, it’s my turn to come down with a big elbow drop. THUD! OOF! I like hearing him gasp for air, but I like it too much. I don’t move fast enough, allowing him to whip his legs up and catch my head. I’m dragged onto my side, looking towards his boots as my head is crushed.

Mike really tightens up on the scissors. He reaches out and rubs my side. As he caresses me, he says, “You’re doing great, DJ.” I grunt, but his position shift has eased the scissors. I twist and push up, kicking my legs up into a headstand. I push and flip, pop my head free. I stumble back against the ropes, shaking out my head as Mike rises, looking like the muscle god he is.

Damn, seeing him pumped, he’s even hotter than ever.

BP moves in towards me. I use the ropes to launch myself at him. He goes for a clothesline, but I duck it. I stop short, turn and grab him around the waist. I lift and throw him over in a belly-to-back suplex. SLAM! He hits hard, but the momentum actually carries him over in a backwards somersault then up to his feet. He topples back into the corner, stunned.

I rise and run in, leaping on top of him with a big splash. SPLAT! I bounce off and he sags in the corner. I drag him out and lock him into a front facelock. I rub his back, “You’re doing great, BP.” He growls, but I’ve got the side of his trunks. I lift him up immediately, suplexing him over before he can turn things around. BOOM! Mike moans as arches his back to ease the pain.

I roll over and schoolboy pin him. I flex my biceps, “Surprised, yet?”

Mike smiles up at me, “Naw, I always knew you had it in you.” He suddenly bucks up and throws me off. “Just like I know you still got those jobber instincts in you.”

As we rise, I laugh, “Not today, man. Not. Today.”

I charge in, trying to keep the pressure on him, but it’s a stupid move. He braces and actually catches me, scooping me up across his chest. Mike body slams me down hard. BOOM! He drives his boots down onto my abs. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Oh, fuck. That hurts. The mighty muscleman drags me up by my wrist and forces me into the corner.

“We’re in a ring. Better use it, right?”

Mike pulls on my wrist and I have no choice but to follow. He whips me into the opposite corner, turning me so I hit back first. CLANG! I stumble out and he’s right there, whipping me back across. CLANG! I bounce out and get whipped into the opposite corner again. CLANG! This time, I manage to grab the ropes and hold in the corner. I sag against the turnbuckles.

I shake out my head then look out just in time to see the mighty muscleman in midair. He’s flying right at me. Mike splashes on top of me, crushing me with his bulk. SPLAT! OOF! I almost collapse while he bounces back off me. BP grabs me by the hair and pulls me forward. He forces my head down between his legs. Uh oh. The massive thighs close around my head.

Trapped in the standing head scissors, I whimper and drop to a knee. I grip his thick legs as he flexes his legs around my head. I see stars as my head feels like it’s wedged between two concrete pillars. I groan and fight to focus, but it’s hard. He could seriously knock me out. I feel him bend forward and grab me around the waist. Oh no. If he lifts me up, I’m doomed, too.

My adrenaline levels skyrocket as I get the focus and fight to push up. I lift and flip him over in a back-body drop. CRASH! Mike lands hard behind me and I stumble forward into the ropes. The mighty muscleman rolls over onto one knee, muttering, “Damn, I should’ve just put you out.” He charges at me, but I’m able to lift my boot into his abs. THUD! OOF!

I taunt, “Yeah, you should have.”

BP stumbles back. I push off the ropes at him, but he bends and catches me. I’m scooped up across his broad chest then body slammed down hard. BOOM! I arch my back and flop onto my side then my stomach as I groan in pain. He’s really targeting my back. I get dragged up by my hair, scooped and slammed again. BOOM! ARGH! Oh shit, that’s rough.

I try to roll out of the ring, but he catches me by the back of my loincloth. They slide down my ass and Mike lets out a whistle as I squirm and struggle to slide free. He pulls the loincloth to my knees then kneels down and grabs my right butt cheek in his huge paw. The mighty muscleman kneads my smooth mound and I moan, enjoying it. He squeezes then spanks my butt playfully. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Mike pulls my loincloth off the rest of the way, exposing my ass and leaving me in my orange thong. He comments that my ass is fucking ridiculous and way better than Beast’s as he tosses my loincloth to the side. I push myself up to my feet, a little humiliated at being stripped, but a lot turned on that he’s lusting after me. I adjust my package in my thong and breathe in deep as I try to walk off the pain.

BP moves in behind me. I try to catch him off-guard, spinning fast with a clothesline, but he ducks. I spin around, leaving myself wide open for him to scoop me across his chest. He lifts then body slams me down to the mat again. KABOOM! Mike follows up with boots to my abs. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! I writhe under him, my body convulsing as I absorb the blows.

Mike says, “Look at that pouch dance for daddy. You still like suffering.”

I growl, but the muscleman is not wrong. My thong is totally tenting and my cock is stiff and swaying. Mike bends forward to drag me up, but I throw my upper body forward, catching him with a forearm to the side of the head. WHACK! UNH! The mighty hunk hunches forward, shaking his head. I roll up to one knee and scoop him across my chest. I lift him, adjusting my grip. He’s a lot of man to hold, but I’m fucking strong, too.

My turn.

I body slam Mike down. BOOM! He rolls onto his stomach, so I use my boots on his back. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! He bounces. I hesitate as I look at his ass jiggling. I move to pull his trunks off, but I realize that’s stupid. Mike’s not the kind of guy you can toy with. I move to his head and grab his hair. I pull him up in front of me, grabbing under his chin to help move him.

Suddenly, Mike grabs behind my knees. Fuck, he’s proving my point. Even my slight hesitation was too long. Before I can react, he pulls on my legs, tripping me backwards onto my neck and shoulders. WHOMP! He rises, keeping hold of my legs. He holds me and I’m not sure what he’s planning. I feel his thighs on my ass and his knees in my back. What the heck is he doing?

BP falls back and uses his legs to lift me. I’m slingshot forwards, flying into the corner where I hit the top turnbuckle face first. CLANG! I hang onto the corner and it’s all I can do to keep my feet. Mike is up and behind me. I feel myself getting dragged back then up. Oh fuck, I go up across his shoulders in a torture rack! I moan immediately, crying out as my back aches.

The mighty muscleman parades me around the ring, stopping every so often to bounce me up and down. I flail on his shoulders to try to slide off, but it’s all weak and he’s got me tight. I hold out against the pain, but I know he can easily keep me up here. BP slides his hand up onto my tenting orange pouch. He playfully squeezes, testing my hard-on. Yeah, it’s still there.

“C’mon, DJ. Give.”

I defiantly cry out, “NO!”

Mike has me. As we circle the ring, I roll my head to the side. There. I see the ropes. I desperately grab for the top rope. My back is seizing up, but I get it. As BP walks, I resist. He’s caught by surprise. The force is enough to pull me to the side. He loses his grip and I slip free. I fall down. I get my feet under me just in time and hold the rope, landing right. PLOP!

I pull on the rope, using the tension to spring me up onto my feet. Mike is moving in fast. I duck, pulling the rope down with me. As he goes over me, I rise fast, plating my shoulder in his abs and lifting with my legs. I vault him over the top rope and he falls to the floor below. I collapse and roll away, massaging my back. Damn, get up, DJ! Go get him! I can’t.

I writhe on the canvas, trying to recover. I look out and see Mike up on his feet. He’s stretching out after the fall. I breathe in deeply, watching helplessly as he rolls back into the ring. Fuck. The mighty muscleman moves in closer. He stands over me and we lock eyes. He smiles and I smile back. I thrust my chin up at his massive bulge, “Looks like you’re having fun.”

Mike nods, “More than you know. You’re pretty much everything.”

I nod, “You, too.”

The bulging behemoth bends forward to drag me up. I whip my hand up and grab his hair. I shove his head back between my rising legs. Mike’s totally shocked, making it easy to lock on the head scissors. I pull down with all my power and he topples to the mat on his side. WHAM! I extend my legs and squeeze as hard as I can. He moans as I crush his head.

Mike pushes on my legs. I see his muscles tensing as he moans in pain. His big muscles are flexing with power as he desperately tries to pry my legs apart so he can escape. I love seeing him like this, his body arching and his muscles popping. I feel powerful and rejuvenated as I get my third wind. I squeeze harder, but he pops free, our sweat greasing my legs.

As BP rolls and rises, I dive at his knee. WHACK! I bring him down hard then grab his leg. I lock him into a single leg crab. He pounds the mat, but now it’s his turn to refuse to give. We’re both sweaty and exhausted, our bodies aching from all the punishment. I fight to submit him, but he just won’t give to me. As I lean back, Mike twists and I lose my balance and the hold. Damn!

We rise up slowly. Mike backs away from me. I want to charge, but I know he’s ready for that. I’m ready for anything, too. Except for this. BP slides his fingers into the side of his black trunks. He peels them down. I watch as he strips them off, telling me, “Let’s finish this like we used to do all those years ago. Just you and me. Like men.”

I nod and peel down my thong. I work it over my orange boots then face him. Man vs. man. Our muscles throbbing, bodies drenched in sweat and cocks rock-hard and pointing at each other. He’s so spectacular.

Mike looks me up and down, “Wow.”

I smile, “Back at you, man.”

We move in. On the lockup, I grab him tight. As soon as the mighty muscleman pushes against me, I go with it. I pull him towards me and turn, using his momentum to throw him down face first to the canvas. SPLAT! I leap up and come down on him as he starts to rise. My weight drives him down again. SPLAT! I grab him by the hair as I slide off his body. 

I drag Mike up, scooping him across my chest. I drop him across my knee into an over-the-knee backbreaker. CRACK! I admire his body as I keep him trapped. He struggles, but I’ve got him bent and stretched. BP moans helplessly as I run my fingers over his abs. He gasps when I grab his cock. I play with it and I feel him relax on my leg. I lean down and run my tongue over his head, teasing his slit. He twitches on my leg, gasping and moaning as I enjoy him. 

“Gonna give?” 

“No way!” 

I nod, “You know, you had the right idea. Let’s finish this like we started. That wasn’t naked, though.” 

Mike grunts, unsure what I mean. I push him off my leg and he crashes down onto the canvas. I rise and kick him onto his back. I grab his legs and lift them up. He looks at me with a raised eyebrow. As I step between his legs and fold them over my thigh, he realizes what I mean. The mighty muscleman suddenly fights, but it’s too late. I step around and flip him over. 

The Babylon Breaker. 

Unlike the first time, I don’t apply it slowly. I sit back immediately, pulling hard to maximize the pressure and pain. Mike pounds the ring, crying out immediately. He fights me, trying to power out, which he wasn’t allowed to do all those years ago. I feel myself being thrown forward, but I brace myself and match his power. He fights hard to escape, but I’m all-man now, just like him. 

For the first time ever, Mike Powell aka Big Pow aka BP aka the greatest man I know submits to me. 

“I GIVE! I GIVE! I GIVE!! 

I release him immediately. The mighty muscleman rolls onto his back. I stand over him and he says, “Give me a flex, champ.” I smile and flex over him, my cock leaking as I bask in the moment I’ve dreamed about for so long. When I’m done, I collapse onto my back beside him. 

Damn, I’m exhausted. I’m sore. And I’ve never felt better. 

TRUTHS COME OUT.

“Doesn’t look like you’re too upset I won. Or at least your cock isn’t.” 

Mike smiles and rolls over, draping his arm and leg over my naked body. He says, “You kidding? I’ve been waiting six years for you to legit beat me.” I laugh. He says, “That whole summer. What’d we wrestle? A 50-60 times?” 

“At least. Fucked even more.”

“I kept hoping you’d find a way to get up on me. Wrestling and fucking.” 

I almost say that he could’ve let me, but I remember that’s not his style. As Mike rubs my cock, he leans down to kiss me. I can’t wait to finally top this muscle beast. 

Suddenly, from the doorway, we hear an angry voice. “WHAT THE FUCK?”

We roll apart and rise fast. It’s James. He's shirtless. And he’s pissed. 

Mike asks, “LP. What are you doing here?” 

“I saw your cars, man. I wondered, what the fuck is my best friend DJ doing at the ring with my big brother?” There’s no hiding what we were doing. But it’s worse, because he overheard us talking. James goes off. “SIX YEARS? YOU TWO BEEN FUCKING BEHIND MY BACK FOR SIX YEARS? YOU TWO BEEN LYING TO ME FOR SIX YEARS?” 

As James storms the ring, I hold out my hands, “Whoa, whoa. Calm down. We just wrestled back during our summer job. You know how it gets on the road. And now today. First time we’ve been together since that summer. That’s all.” 

Across the ring, James paces, not looking at either of us. He’s trying to process what he’s hearing, but I can tell he’s not really open to listening to me. My best friend is angry at us and he wants to be angry at us. We step forward, slowly and calmly. He looks at us with hard eyes. The fact that we’re naked and soaked in sweat and sex isn’t helping our case. 

“Six years. This is why you never wanted me, DJ?” I start to reply but he holds up a hand and I shut up. “What’d you say to me? ‘Let’s just be friends. I’m going into the Army, so I don’t wanna start nothin’.’ Truth is, you were screwing around with my brother.” He shakes his head, “This morning. Your mystery crush. The guy you want. It’s him?”

I nod.

“I guess it makes sense. He’s the hero. The King. The Man. I get it. Why settle for Little Pow when you can have BIG Pow?”

“It isn’t like that. It wasn’t planned. It just happened.”

“Did this ‘just happen’?”

“We ran into each other at the diner after you left and he invited me over. I didn’t know when we had breakfast.”

James nods, “I’ve lived my whole life in his shadow. You know that better than anyone. You KNOW THAT! And you still chose him over me. You still stabbed ME in the back for HIM! Even my best friend thinks he’s better than me. Why not? Everyone else does.”

Mike steps forward, “Hold up. If you’ve got unresolved issues with me, tell me. Don’t take it out on DJ. He’s right. What's happening between him and me has nothing to do with you, LP.”

James’ eyes narrow, “LP. Little Pow. I fucking hate that name.”

Suddenly, James kicks up, slamming his shoe into his older brother’s abs. WHOMP! OOF! He pulls a shocked Mike into a front facelock then DDT’s him to the mat. CRACK! BP falls limp as he quietly moans. James jumps up and holds his arms out. I shake my head and move in to check on the bigger muscleman. After our wrestling and sex, he wasn’t ready for it, so the DDT looks like it has legit wiped him out.

As I move past James, he grabs me around the waist. Just like BP, I’m in no shape to wrestle. I’m lifted up then thrown backwards in a German suplex. BOOM! I land hard on my shoulders. The impact stuns me, especially as it's followed up with hard kicks to my abs. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! James lets out his rage as he breaks down my naked body. He finally backs off and shakes his head.

I roll over, trying to rise. James grabs his brother by the hair and wrist. He forces his stunned sibling up to his knees and drags him towards the ropes. James leads the dazed muscleman up and around, draping his arms over the top rope. He leans over and pulls up the middle rope. BP is locked in the ropes tight. The mighty muscleman kneels weakly, arms spread and bound.

James unleashes his feet again, slamming his shoes into his brother’s massive pecs and chiseled abs. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! He moves in and slaps Mike’s dangling head, taunting him. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The massive muscleman is helpless as he’s kicked again. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! I push up, trying to rise, but I get a shoe to the side of my head. CRACK!

James warns, “Stay down, DJ.”

My (former?) best friend drops to one knee and punches his older brother’s battered torso. THUD! THUD! THUD! The powerhouse is helpless as he’s torn apart by his enraged younger brother. POW! POW! POW! It’s a savage beatdown as James unleashes 20 years of pent-up emotion about living in BP’s shadow. I shake out my head. I need to help Mike.

As I grab the ropes and pull myself up, James steps over the top rope and moves behind his brother. We lock eyes. He grabs his brother’s hair and pulls his head up and back. James leans BP back and locks on a dragon sleeper. Under different circumstances, I’d enjoy seeing the mighty muscleman trapped like this, on his knees, arms bound, pecs up, manhood forward.

But not like this. Not for real. Not done out of anger and resentment.

I hold out my arms, “Please, James. Don’t do this.”

James answers me by slamming his forearm down across his helpless older brother’s broad chest. WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP! I take a step forward and he locks on the dragon sleeper tighter. It’s cinched in and I know he can knock Mike out any time he wants. I step back as a sign of submission. James nods and eases up on the hold, but he doesn’t let go.

“So, what do you think of the big man now? Still think he’s better than me?”

“I’ve never ever thought he was better than you. My connection with him doesn’t change my feelings for you. You’re still my best friend. If you want to be. My relationship with him has nothing to do with who’s better. That’s not why I love your brother. I can’t explain it. It isn’t rational. And no matter what you do to him or me, I’ll still be in love with him.”

James looks shocked, like I just punched him in the gut. He lets go of the dragon sleeper and drops to the floor. His eyes are wide and his mouth hangs open. He points up at me, “You did NOT just say that you’re in love with him.” Between us, the aching Mike raises his head and looks at me. It kills me, but I have to ignore him, focusing on my best friend.

“I did say it. I’m sorry I lied to you, James. You have every right to be mad at me. I should’ve treated you like a man and trusted you as a friend six years ago. I didn’t respect you and that’s on me. But I’m not going to lie any more. Not to you or to Mike or to myself. I love you, bro, but I’m IN love with your brother.”

James shakes his head, “No fucking way.”

“It’s true. Look, I don’t even know how your brother feels. This sure as hell isn’t how I wanted to tell him or you, but I’ve loved him for six years. I never got him out of my system and believe me, I tried. I knew how you’d react, so I tried. For you. I did everything I could to move on. But I couldn’t.”

My best friend asks, “So what now?”

“Now, I have to see where this goes. I don’t want to risk missing out on something special. I don’t want to give up without even trying. You ARE my best friend. But please don’t ask me to do that. Please.”

James is frozen. In front of me, Mike shrugs his broad shoulders and rolls out of the ropes. He slowly pushes up to his feet and come to me. The naked muscleman sweeps me up in his mighty arms and pulls me into a passionate kiss. I melt. We embrace tightly, the world disappearing. Our bodies press together as one. When we finally break, our foreheads touch.

Mike says, “I’ve been in love with you for six years, too. And I still am.”

Outside the ring, James paces. His fists are clenched. We turn to him, standing united, our hands locked. Our naked sweaty bodies are renewed with new adrenaline. My (former?) best friend looks at us, unable to speak or comprehend these revelations. It’s one thing to find out we’re fucking. It’s another to find out we’re in love. He’s completely shocked.

Without saying a word, James turns and storms out. We hear the door slam and we breathe in deep in unison. Maybe when he calms down, he’ll understand and forgive us.

I say, “That went well.” I immediately regret trying to joke. “Maybe I should go after him.”

Mike grabs me, “No. Stay. He’ll come around. We need to focus on us. Now that the truth is out, I don’t wanna waste six more minutes, much less six years. You really love me, too?” I nod. He smiles at me and we bump foreheads. “I didn't know if you'd ever come back to me. And now, you're here. And it feels even better than before. You’re better. Welcome home, baby.”

We make out then collapse to the mat. I feel his hard cock head press against my taint. We lock eyes and I ask, “Fuck me. Please, I need it.”

Mike corrects me, “No, I’m not gonna fuck you. I’m gonna make love to you, baby.” He leans in and we kiss. It’s the best kiss we’ve ever had. Slow, soft and sweet. Then hard and passionate. The big man has his way with me, attacking my neck then sliding his mouth down my body. I have goosebumps as he takes control of my body. Oh fuck.

The foreplay is amazing, but I want him inside me. BP can tell I’m in heat. I lift my legs and grab behind my knees as he opens me up with lubed fingers. His powerful rod slides inside. It fills me and I feel complete. As he makes love to me, we keep our eyes locked. We’re making out when he finally explodes inside me. Mike collapses on top of me. I hug him as he slides out of me. After a few minutes, he rolls over onto his back beside me, exhausted.

The smile on his face is as big as I’ve ever seen. Mike says, “I can’t believe you’re here. The man of my dreams has finally come back to me. And he loves me as much as I love him.”

I roll on top of him, “You know, we’ve never really had an official date.”

“I guess we haven’t.”

“Well, will you have dinner with me tonight?”

“Eventually, but we’re not done here, baby.” I raise an eyebrow. He tilts his head, “You won, remember?”

I smack my forehead, “Fuck. That’s right. I did. I won. You owe me.”

“Yep.” Mike reaches down and rubs my cock, “So, what’re you gonna do about it?”

I lean in for another kiss.

THE END.