Family Reunion

WILLIAMS FAMILY REUNION

“Hey. What up, BP?”

I’m standing behind Mike Powell aka Big Pow aka BP as he stands alone, unloading boxes from the back of a shiny, bright red, fully decked-out pickup that must’ve cost him a fortune. He freezes. His body tenses. His head lifts slightly as he asks into the air, “DJ?” The 29-year old, 6’1”/240-lbs muscleman turns slowly to see if it's really me. It is. He repeats my name softly. “DJ.”

BP’s eyes flare with the shock. He tries to stay chill, but I see the cracks in his calm exterior. I wait silently. Just as tense as he is. He takes a step toward me when two of his aunties call out greetings to him. Mike stops and waves. To me, he reaches his hand out. He can’t hold back a smile any longer, “David Jackson.” I nod. He asks, “What are you doin’ here, man?”

As soon as our hands touch, we can’t resist. We pull each other into a bro hug. I breathe in deep, getting Big Pow’s scent again. It's been too long. We hold just a little longer than we probably should but not long enough so it's weird if anyone is watching. When we break, we just stare at each other again. I'm trying to stop myself from throwing him onto the back of his truck. It’s hard not to. I hope he’s feeling the same, but I can’t tell.

Looking at his handsome bearded face, impossibly broad shoulders and massive pecs in his white tank top isn’t helping. He looks good. Nah, he looks GREAT. It takes me back to the heat of summer six years ago, a summer that I can’t forget, even when I try. Six years and my feelings have only gotten stronger. The fact that he remembered me by just my voice makes me think it’s the same for him.

I get why he's surprised to see me at his annual family reunion. I've been stationed overseas since I joined the army right after high school. We're in a field near a forest and pond in rural Mississippi. Beautiful, but not somewhere you just run into folks by accident. Last he probably knew, I lived in Germany. He's part of the reuniting family. I'm not. I know over half the 200 people here but I'm connected by relationships, not blood. 

Mike’s younger brother James was my best friend growing up. His family calls him Little Pow or LP, but I don’t - he secretly hates that nickname. James and me did everything together, including taking each other’s virginity by the creek when we were supposed to be fishing. I practically lived at Ma Pow’s. She always treated me like I was one of her own.

I answer Big Pow’s question as simply as I can, “Ma Pow invited my Mom and Dad. And me.”

“Course she did. But where’d you come from? Not all the way from Germany?”

I breathe in deep. Here goes. “No, not Germany. I’m here.”

“Here?”

“I'm officially a civilian again. Served the country. Got my degree. And now, I’m moving back to Jackson. Got a job in the IT department with Federal Parcel Service. See what happens.”

Mike’s jaw actually drops open. He processes what I’m saying, nodding slowly. We're left staring at each other again. He finally says, “No one told me.”

I shrug, “Ma Pow and James know. Figured they'd tell you.”

“Really?”

I hesitate, “Yeah. I don't know. I figured it'd be news. Besides, I didn't know how to get to you on the DL. I didn't think I should ask for your number.”

“I appreciate your discretion, man. I don’t want to hurt LP. You feel me?” I nod. Of course I know. I don’t to hurt LP, either. We stand in silence. Again. He just says, “Damn. You’re back. Standing in front of me. I -”

Suddenly, we're swarmed by family and pulled in different directions. We don't see each other for the rest of the day as he goes with his cousins and I go with James. I feel like I never stop talking. There are a lot of veterans here. They're proud of my service and want me to know it. They want to know about my life. Some guys never left a US base, but I was sent all over. Everyone’s curious about my ‘adventures’ as they call it. I get tired of repeating the same stories, but that's how family works. Even if it's someone else’s.

The last part of the day, I hang with James and my play cousins, catching up. I can tell James is hoping for us to hook up again, but I steer him away from that. I just want my best friend back. Nothing sexual or romantic. Luckily, we’re always with other people. Now that I can’t hide out overseas, I know we’ll have to have a deeper talk about our relationship. It’s six years overdue, but this isn’t the time or place. I was hoping he’d find somebody but no such luck.

At midnight, I need some quiet. I chill by the pond, exhausted. It's still so fuckin’ hot and humid. I'm not used to this anymore. The stars and moon are so bright. Say what you want about the country, but the stars sure are bigger and brighter here. I put my beer down then strip off my shirt. That’s better. I lie down on the most remote picnic table, just staring up. Thinking.

It was a great day. The only thing I regret is -

“Hey.”

I recognize that voice. I fight to keep still and keep looking at the stars, “Hey.”

Mike formally asks, “Mind if I chill with you? I need a break.”

“Me too.” I calmly add, “Been distracted all day.”

“Me too.”

“Same reason?”

“Same reason.”

Mike sits on the bench part of the table to my right. He peels off his tank and puts it on the bench. I can’t not look. Still amazing. He lies back and we just stare up.

I let my hand fall down towards him. It just hangs there. Untouched. Unacknowledged. We don't speak. Both probably thinking about that summer. Suddenly, I feel his hand. He grabs mine and squeezes. I still don't say anything, but I just got all I need. For now.

SIX YEARS AGO.

As we lie there staring up at the skies, holding hands, I think back six years.

BP is four years older than me. When me and James were headed to high school, he was headed to college. So, I knew him, but didn't really know him, you know? I knew that he was popular and James really looked up to his big brother. Big Pow was his hero. Captain of the wrestling team, started on the football team and earned valedictorian. But we never hung out. He was more legend than person to me.

Until the summer when I was 18. Graduated high school. I signed up for the army but wasn't getting deployed until September. Now that we were ‘adults’, Ma Powell used her connections to get me and James a summer job doing surveying for the state. Great work for college students and the same job she got Mike years earlier. He was still doing it every summer.

Since Big Pow had been doing it for a while, he got to lead a team paired with a rookie. Me. As summer crew, we got sent to the most remote places where the full-timers wouldn’t go. It was easy work, but boring and dirty. All day, going around into fields, forests, swamps, anywhere, planting our stakes, taking our measurements. We'd stay at some cheap roadside motel for the night before doing it again. We came home on Friday night then back out early Monday morning. The money was good, especially since rooms and meals were covered by a set per diem. If you stayed and ate cheap, you could actually make extra money on the deal.

We quickly got to know each other for the first time. For example, one night at the Shady Swamp Motel, I found out he was into pro wrestling. Like I said, the smart play was to stay and eat cheap and this was the cheapest. Walls were so thin, I could hear his TV on the same channel as my TV. WWL War. My Monday show since I was a kid. I thought it was cool we liked the same thing, but then I couldn't hear his TV. I heard banging. Then an angry call.

When he hung up, he banged on the wall, asking me if he could come over. I looked down at my naked body and semi-hard cock. I wanted to pound one out while I watched, but quickly said yes. I mean, how could I say no? I pulled on my workout shorts and met him at the door. He was just in workout shorts, too. BP casually hopped on my queen bed and I lied down beside him.

We watched pro wrestling together on my bed that night, shirtless in thin shorts. I hadn’t watched it without jerking my cock in a long time. It was kind of boring, but I liked talking with him. Nothing else happened. Really. He went back to his room when the show was over, but I swear I saw his cock moving in his shorts while we watched. He shifted and lifted the leg on my side, blocking my view. But I saw what I saw. Did he like wrestling like I like wrestling?

It didn’t matter. I knew that I would never find out. I couldn’t do that to James. He loved me and always felt less than his brother. Me and Mike hooking up would feel like a betrayal, even if there was nothing technically wrong with it.

Only problem was that I was 18 and horny 24/7. If Mike kept coming over to watch wrestling half-naked and looking like a sexy muscle stud, I instinctively knew it might be trouble.

TROUBLE.

Three days later when WWL Beatdown was on, we watched together again on my motel bed at the Creekview Inn. I didn’t offer. He didn’t ask. We just did it. By the next Monday, when WWL War was on again and we were back on my motel bed at the Super 6. I realized that this was now a thing we were going to do all summer and there was nothing I could do about it.

That second Monday night, something did happen. It's weird, because I remember every detail now, but at the time, it all happened so fast I didn't realize what was happening until I woke up alone in my bed, covered in sweat and cum. I even thought it was a dream when I first woke up, but the dried cum on my body confirmed it all really happened.

It started simple enough. Big Pow and I were talking about wrestlers we liked. He was all about the big men, especially heels. I liked the faces and underdogs. He laughed at me liking the guys who get beat up, the jobbers. I defended my guys, saying they had it rougher than his guys, always having to take the punishment without the glory. He called me a bleeding heart and said he hoped the army toughened me up. I punched him in the arm and he laughed.

We talked about moves we liked. I liked one variation of a Boston crab that Bobby Babylon used, because he was a little guy getting big guys to tap. Mike said it was bullshit that a monster like Big Time Beckett would give to that. He got that TV wrestling outcomes were pre-determined, but that shit was too fake for him. In the heat of the moment, I told him I'd been put in that hold and it hurt. That shut him up.

The older stud let it hang there. He didn't ask where or by who, maybe he didn’t care. Maybe Mike just figured out it was just me, his brother and our friends fooling around. BP suddenly shocked me. He said for me to put the hold on him. I hesitated. He took that as proof he was right and started teasing me. That got me mad enough to just do it. I just had to work out in my head how it went.

I put the bedspread on the floor and put him on his back. He was smirking but did what I told him. Mike looked up and said if I got him to submit, he’d pay for my meals for the week out of his per diem. I nodded and reciprocated with the same offer in reverse. The bet was made.

I grabbed his ankles and lifted his thick legs. I can picture how his shorts slid down revealing the thickest, most sculpted legs I’d ever seen. I still remember how heavy they were. Solid like they were made of metal, but warm and smooth. I wanted to caress them, but I had a job to do. The fabric pooled at his hips. I was so tempted to open his legs wider, but I didn’t.

I looked away from the large mound under the nylon shorts between his legs. We locked eyes. He was so cocky looking with his arms spread out wide, daring me to submit him. Like he was the one toying with me, even though I was about to put him in a serious hold. I asked if he was sure. He said he was. I told him I didn’t want to hurt him. He told me to quit stalling.

Okay, I warned, here comes the Babylon Breaker.

It wasn’t easy, but I flipped him over. My leg was between his and I crossed his ankles, locking them in my right armpit. When I sat back in the modified crab, he grunted. With his legs folded, he was trapped. I leaned back and really bent his back. Like most big musclemen, Mike wasn’t very flexible. He cried out. For real. I could tell he was trying to be cool, but he couldn’t. A soft ‘oh fuck’ came from behind me.

I sat to compress his spine and he let out a long slow moan. I asked if he was okay. He grunted an unconvincing ‘yeah, I’m great’. He finally started to push up and try to kick out. I told him I could feel him fighting me, but it was too late. He was as trapped as his heel hero Big Time. After a few more seconds, I offered that if it hurt that bad, I could just let him go. Those words hung there. ‘Let him go’. His little brother’s punk friend had him, but he’d never admit it.

I could tell from his growl that I’d insulted his manhood. I didn’t care. I had Big Pow at my mercy and I was loving it. He kept fighting me, but I held on. He stopped and shifted to ease the pressure. I focused on bending him, keeping up the pressure and keeping my balance. With every move I made, he let out a louder groan of surprise and pain. I told him I was only halfway. He let out a ‘fuck off’.

Unable to counter my hold, Mike had to suffer. And he did. I wasn’t going to let him escape. I finally applied as much pressure as I could. He tapped. Like legit tapped. I released his legs and turned to see him lying there moaning. His mountainous ass was up as he squirmed. His shorts were wedged between his cheeks. Fuck, he was so hot. BP slid back and stretched out his back. He never said a word as I waited.

I could tell that Big Pow was pissed at himself, but when he rose up, he was cool with me. I mean, I'd done what he asked and been proven right. He confirmed I was eating on him all week. I was gracious, treating him with the respect he deserved. Working with him, I was actually learning how cool he was about everything and I already liked him a lot.

The challenge was over, but it actually started something that night. It started us putting moves on each other. Our favorite wrestling moves. No bets, just for fun. We pretended our big thick cocks weren’t hard as hell, but they were. Wasn’t any hiding the truth. The holds were hot and Mike was a fucking stud. I gave to him. He gave to me. We both got sweaty, pumped and sore.

After I’d submitted BP for the third time, I had to adjust my cock in my shorts. I turned away. He casually told me not to worry about it. It didn’t mean anything. Then he added, neither did the submission because we were letting each other apply the holds. It’d be different if we were really wrestling. I took the bait and agreed to real wrestling with him. I knew it was a trap, but I wanted to be trapped. I needed to be trapped by him.

BP smirked and bounced his pecs at me. I could see the hungry look in his eyes. We got to wrestling on my motel room bed. No particular style. Just roughhousing as Ma Pow used to call it. We didn't talk rules; we knew what to do. We also didn’t talk bets or what was going to happen after we wrestled. I guess we knew that, too.

Mike stared me down and I suddenly felt intimidated. Right from the first lockup, I knew I was dead meat. I was legally a man, but still not fully built. Not like I am now. And not like he was then. I learned fast how right he was about how I could only get him if he was letting me put the holds on him. When we were facing off for real, it was a whole different deal. At first, he played with me, casually pushing me away like I was nothing.

I tried to use speed. I dove in and he literally swatted me away. I fell to my right, landing on my hands and knees. This time, BP was on my back immediately. He forced me face down onto the bed and locked on a full nelson. I struggled, but once his hands were locked, that was it. He rolled us over and squeezed. I bridged, but he wrapped those tree trunk legs around my waist.

Give me credit for fighting, though. I struggled, but he had control. I was strong but he was MIGHTY. I mean that. Like a superman, BP crushed my body. I couldn’t believe he was this strong. I knew he was still toying with me. I grunted and strained. I started to sweat. He was doing nothing but holding me in place. My ego kept me going, but I couldn’t escape.

When I finally stopped fighting, he said, “You done squirming?”

In response, I fought some more. And so, he squeezed his legs and pulled on the nelson. My body stretched out, my shoulders and sides collapsed and my neck cramped. I cried out in pain and had to admit the truth. One move in and I was done. No amount of squirming was going to save me. I had to give. I gave him my submission verbally, because my flailing hands had nothing to tap.

Mike released me and rolled me over. I lied there, face down as he chilled beside me. I was so embarrassed. I immediately realized that we were fulfilling our roles, with Mike as the kind of big heel he loved and me as the kind of fighting jobber I loved. He said as much, asking if I even tried. I told him to fuck off and that I’d get him next round. He laughed and smacked my ass, “Good to hear it.”

The ripped powerhouse chilled on the bed beside me. He was flipping channels, saying how much late-night TV sucked. I tried to surprise him by diving on top of him. I pinned his arms down and slid my legs inside his. I open him up into a grapevine. I knew he wasn’t that flexible, so I thought I might be able to get him. He fought me and flipped us over, getting on top of me.

I let out a frustrated ‘fuck’ when he mounted me. He swatted my head like I was a bratty little brother. I bridged and toppled him off. I grabbed him in a headlock and squeezed as hard as I could. He groaned in pain and I felt good. Until he powered out, which he did two seconds later. One second later, my wrist was up my back in a hammerlock.

BP pushed me forward, face first onto the bed. He put his forearm across the back of my head and pressed his weight down on me. The hammerlock was hurting, but I could tell he wasn’t going for a submission yet. I squirmed under him again, my ass rising and shifting against his bulge. He moaned and I froze. I felt his hips thrust down and he was dry humping me. Fuck.

I moaned, low and slow, just like he did. He slowly rode me and I lifted my ass up higher into the grinding. Neither of us said anything, but we didn’t have to. Message sent and message received. From that point on, we both knew where things were headed and we both wanted it.

Mike groaned, “You’re trapped.”

I admitted, “I know.”

“Wanna give?”

“Not to this. Doesn’t even hurt.”

Suddenly, he pushed and my wrist was forced up higher. I let out a cry and he laughed, “How about now?” 

I shook my head as much as I could with my face buried on the bed and his arm pushing it down. He said, “I guess I was wrong. You don’t need to toughen up. You’re already a tough guy.” I moaned approvingly, excited by his praise, even though I wasn’t proving much more than I had a decent pain tolerance. Still, it was respect and I was proud to have earned his.

Mike casually said, “Just give, man. I need you to have two working arms when we’re done.” I held out, so he said, “You don’t have to prove anything to me, DJ.”

I felt more pressure and I admitted what we both knew, “Okay, you got me. I give.”

BP let go and rolled off. He grabbed the remote again and went back to flipping through channels. He asked if I liked wrestling porn. I didn’t know what that meant, so he went to his room while I worked out my shoulder.

Mike returned with his laptop then showed me a video from a place called Black Wrestling Web. He scrolled to two hot musclemen wrestling in a dark basement. One had a loincloth on and the other was in a thong. Their asses were out and jiggly. It was simple man vs. man as they mat wrestled, sweating and straining. It was so hot that I had to grab my cock and jerk it.

BP pushed my hand away from my dick. He said the video was just inspiration for us. He wanted us to keep wrestling. I nodded, wanting that, too. Mike put the laptop on the table facing us. With his back to me, I couldn’t resist. I slid up behind him then grabbed him in a reverse bearhug. He grunted, part surprised, part aroused and maybe a little bit of pain. I squeezed as hard as I could.

I did my best, but he wouldn’t give. I let go and lifted my arms, forcing him into a full nelson. Or at least trying. His shoulders were so thick that it was hard work to get my fingers to even meet, much less lock them in place. Suddenly, his shoulders relaxed and I managed to lock my hands. I suspected he let me, because he was facing the laptop and he started grinding his ass against me.

I probably could’ve shot my load right there, but I focused. I squeezed and he moaned. I was feeling like I had him until he spread his lats and powered his arms down. I was a strong kid, but he broke the full nelson like it was nothing. BP locked my arms against his side with his arms then just backed us up to the bed. With no effort, he pushed us back and we fell on the bed with his weight crushing me. BOOF! UNH! I moaned under him.

Mike sat up and grabbed my wrist. He dragged me off the bed and spun in front of him. He locked me in a reverse bearhug. Now, I was looking at the laptop. As he squeezed the life out of me, I watched two muscleman battle. I suddenly felt BP humping me. I gripped his forearms and moaned. It felt so good to be trapped in his arms. Painful, but so good.

I let him hump me while I watched gay porn wrestling, but I knew I couldn’t go down like this. I fought hard to break free. It surprised him. I guess he figured I was submitting. I bent forward and reached between my legs to grab his. I pulled up as hard as I could and lifted his foot. Mike tried to keep his balance, but he couldn’t. He stumbled back, dragging me with him.

We crashed on the bed with me on top. I broke free of his arms, but he got his legs up and around my waist. He locked his ankles in front of me as he lied on the bed. I tried to pull him forward off the bed, but he squeezed harder and I lost focus. As I stood there, trapped, I saw the loincloth guy getting crushed in a head scissors. I felt his pain for real as I suffered.

I had no choice. I tapped Mike’s leg, “I GIVE! I GIVE!”

BP opened his legs and let me stumble forward. I kept focused on the laptop, unable to look away. Loincloth guy was in a rear naked choke now. Would he give? Was he done? The guy was way more ripped with these massive pecs, but there he was, losing like a bitch. Suddenly, Mike came up behind me. He wrapped his arms around my head in a rear naked choke.

I gasped as he held me. Mike whispered, “You like Beast, don’t you? A muscle hunk in his little loincloth. Yeah, that’s the kind of guy you like, isn’t it?” I gripped his forearms and nodded, unable to speak. “Yeah, I like him, too. I like seeing him wrecked, but you want to see him win, don’t you?” I nodded again. BP squeezed a little harder, “You think he’ll break free? Will you?”

I struggled hard, but unless I did something dirty, I was never getting out of this hold. On the screen, the incredible Beast did break free. I tried again to counter using the same method, but I couldn’t. I tapped, failing where the muscleman on the laptop succeeded. Mike let go and backed off. He patted my ass, “We won’t count that one. You weren’t expecting me.”

I turned, “Are you expecting this?”

I suddenly charged forward. I tackled Mike back onto the bed. We crashed down and I realize now that I was lucky not to break the bed. I grabbed BP in a front facelock and squeezed. The big muscleman pushed on my body as I squeezed him. My arms were locked and he actually struggled under me. No matter how big he was, I figured he had a weak point.

It wasn’t that. Mike never even hinted at giving. He caressed my sides. It felt good until I learned he wasn’t feeling me; he was feeling for the perfect place to punch. The big muscleman fired fists into the soft spot on each side. POW! OOF! I lost my grip and got thrown off. BP was so strong that I rolled across the bed and fell onto the floor. SPLAT!

I lied there for a minute, but Mike never came to me. I sat up and looked. He was back stretched out on the bed, watching the ending of Beast’s match. I crawled around the bed and came up beside him. I grabbed under his knees. I lifted and folded him in half into a cradle. With his ass up and shoulders down, I counted the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Mike powered out, but I had the advantage. I grabbed his ankle and dragged him until his legs hung off the end of the bed. I didn’t know what I was going to do, but it didn’t matter. BP kicked me in the abs. WHOMP! OOF! I stumbled back and he hopped off the bed. I charged him, but he caught me. With a lift and turn, he flipped and threw me onto the bed. BOOF! Next thing I knew, I was dragged off by my ankles.

I dropped to my knees in front of the bed. Mike leapt over me, flipped over onto his ass then rested his legs on my shoulders. As I knelt there, he grabbed my hair to hold me in place then put his upper legs against my ears. When he locked his ankles, I saw stars, but he luckily, he lightened up. We were both facing the laptop. Beast was in control. At least one of us was.

The weight of Mike’s massive legs and the power of his scissors kept me kneeling there, totally helpless. He rubbed my head and told me to stay down. Like I had a choice. We watched the match. I wanted to jerk off, but I held back. One touch and I knew I’d shoot. When I did fight, he just squeezed harder and I stopped. He was toying with me, but I was enjoying it, playing along. I didn’t really want to end it, even if I could.

BP said, “Okay, this is it. We’re coming up to the end. This is a good one. If your knees hurt, switch to sitting.” I worked my legs out and we slid back so I rested against the foot of the bed with his tree trunks still tight around my head. I rubbed them as I stared at the screen.

Sure enough, Beast crushed the guy in the thong in a body scissors/rear naked choke combination. He knocked the loser out then posed over his wrecked carcass. His soaking wet loincloth tented in front as he basked in victory.

Mike patted my head, “Looks like your guy won, after all.”

I made fists and pumped them to celebrate, but I was still trapped as they panned over the loser’s unconscious body. Mike tightened up and I knew that would be me unless I gave. I tapped once again, not wanting to get knocked out. The bigger muscleman opened up. He reached under my armpits and lifted me onto the bed. He lied beside me, pulling me in close.

Mike rubbed my pec, “I think we’re done wrestling. You done?” I nodded.

I guess he figured I’d lost enough. Mike had re-established his position as the man, making my original win feel kind of cheap. Not that he ever said that or even implied it. It’s just how I felt. I could only beat him if he let me. Anyway, now that we were done, he rolled on top and put me in a schoolboy pin. He didn’t get off. He just sat on me and flexed. I checked out his pumped muscles and he loved it.

We locked eyes. Then I lost control. I lifted my head as I struggled to toss him. I opened my mouth, cupping his cock head. I tried to make it like an accident, even though there was no reason for that at this point. Old habits, I guess. He leaned forward and rubbed his junk all over my face. I sucked on the front of his shorts, balls, head or shaft, whatever was against my lips.

Next thing I knew, BP grabbed me behind the head. He slid off the bed onto his feet. I was pulled off onto my knees on the floor. He dropped his shorts down then sat on the bed. I spun to face his manhood. He guided me forward, but there was no pressure. I wanted this as much as he did. I went down on him. Fuck, I'd never had a bigger or better cock. I worshipped that man and I must've done pretty good, because he shot down my throat.

Big Pow grabbed under my chin. He pulled me up then turned me to lie down on the bed. I let him control me. He pulled my shorts off then went down on me. My mind went back to the BWW video and I was done. I fought to last, but less than one minute later, he sucked my load right outta me. Fuck, I'd never been hotter. When he was done, I could see he was hard again.

Mike slid his finger in my hole. I nodded, giving him permission. He nodded back. BP was gentle with me, but he was so big. When I groaned too loud, he covered my mouth with his big hand. I took his index finger and sucked on it. That relaxed me enough to take him. He pounded my hole hard. I felt him slamming into me unlike any guy before him. I realized that this was my first time with a real MAN.

BP was a fucking machine. I mean that in every possible way. I'd learn that even more over our summer together, but that first night, he kept going and going. I shot a second time while he was still plowing me. Mike pulled out then shot all over my abs and pecs. A big load, too. Bigger than what I'd swallowed just a few minutes earlier. Fuck. He kissed my forehead then backed away. He pulled on his shorts and I just watched. He left my room with his laptop and a reminder we needed to be up at dawn.

I just stared at the ceiling for a while before falling asleep, still covered in his seed. For the rest of the summer, we wrestled and fucked every night whether wrestling was on or not. After a while, we did it on the job, too. We'd do it in fields. Even in the flatbed of our truck. Anywhere we could. I never won. Not once. He was always stronger and more skilled. And he never just let me win. That's not his style.

I lived a double life that summer. Monday through Friday, Mike was now my best friend, my lover and my confidante. We were closer than close, only getting one room on the road ‘to save money’. He knew more about me than anyone. I don’t know why I felt safer confiding in him than my best friends and family. I just did. And it wasn’t just a one-way deal. BP opened up to me, too. Our relationship was amazing on every level.

When we got home on Fridays, Mike would go do his thing with his friends, I'd go do mine. No contact. No sly looks or secret meetings. No wrestling. No sex. We never told anyone about our relationship. Mike believed James would’ve been pissed at both of us, but we never gave James the chance to prove BP right or wrong. For an entire summer, I lied to my best friend about my life every weekend. Once I did that, I made it a thing that I could never change.

Not that it really mattered. When the summer ended, that was it for me and Mike. When I deployed, I rationalized that James never had to know because there was nothing to tell. Until now. This is the first time we've had any kind of contact in six years, but I feel all those feelings again. Actually, they’re even deeper now. After six years away, experiencing all kinds of men from all over the world, I know exactly how special BP is.

Fuck. I don’t know if I can walk away from him again.

TO BE CONTINUED …