Hot Construction Crew

 Palm Springs Grappling with the Blonde Muscle Stud Bobby

Author's Note:  I decided it might be better to break my story about the Hot Construction Crew into three parts!  Hope you don't mind.  Please enjoy.  I did!

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After the blonde stud Bobby had left my Palm Springs house to get his wrestling gear, I had cleared a large space in my living room and laid out my black wrestling mats on the white porcelain floor.  I had taken a shower in my outdoor shower.  As the hot water rained down on me, my mind drifted to the young gymnast’s muscled physique.  I was more naturally attracted to the Latino Rico but something about Bobby also made me horny as hell.  My cock was was soon semi-hard.  I resisted the urge to rub one out and turned off the shower.  After drying off, I pulled on a white jock strap and my tight orange wrestling singlet with the white piping down the sides.  I admired my muscled physique in my full-length mirror and double bi-flexed.  Game on, I thought!

Minutes later, my cell phone buzzed.  I had an incoming text.  It was from Bobby who must have gotten my number from his father Dusty.  “Hey Vinny, what are your stats?”  I was used to sharing them with my wrestling opponents so I typed out:  “6’1”, 185 pounds, 46” pecs, 18” biceps, 33” waist; 33” quads.  You?”  I hit the “send” button and heard the swoosh.  Almost immediately I could see ellipses on my message screen.  As I waited, I could feel my cock thickening in my gym shorts.  My phone buzzed again, and I looked back at my screen.  “5’9”, 175lbs with a 48” chest and 19” ceps.  Waist is 32” and quads are 34”.  Oh, and my cock is cut, fat and about 7.5” long.”  He paused then more ellipses.  Swoosh.  “Rico’s bigger.  9.5 inch uncut cock.  He’s 6’3”, 210 pounds.  Not sure about his pecs but probably 48” like mine.  I’d guess 20” for his ceps and 33” for his waist.  Not sure about his quads.  Btw, what kind of heat are you packing, Daddy?”  I hesitated before typing out “Cut, 7”, pretty thick, big smooth balls.  Why are you telling me about Rico’s stats?”

He didn’t reply and I tried to distract myself as I waited for my evening’s opponent to arrive.  Ten minutes later, the door bell rang, and I opened the door to a grinning Bobby, still dressed in his white tank top and tight fitting blue jeans.  He stepped inside and immediately began pulling off his tank and pants, revealing that he was geared up in a white singlet with bright blue stripes running down his obliques and around his leg holes.  My gaze reflexively went to his bulge.  “Now, now, Daddy!” Bobby exclaimed as he saw where my eyes had gone, “Eyes up here!”  He pointed at his large chest.  As the young stud walked past me, Bobby reached out and lightly palmed my groin.  “Big balls…true that,” he said, “Daddy may be emptying them soon.”

“Hey,” I said, pushing his hand away from my nuts, “Manners!  You need to be taught a lesson, punk!”  Bobby just snickered.  “You’re cute, Daddy.  Did I tell you I would fuck you during ‘stakes’”?  I arched my right eyebrow.  So there it was.  The blonde gymnast intended to take his reward if he beat me.  Deep down, I thought, holy shit.  But I wasn’t about to let that happen.  I’d own Bobby’s hole when this was over, and he’d be crying out for me to fuck him harder and harder.  Still, I was shocked by the kid’s arrogance.  Although he was muscled and likely strong from his construction work, I was several inches taller and weighed 10 more pounds than him.

We lined up across from each other on my black wrestling mats.  We gave each other a close going over.  His bulge was pronounced.  He had to be semi-hard.  The outline of his mushroom head pressed against the white fabric of his singlet.  We slowly, warily raised our arms and moved to the middle, then engaged in a classic elbow and collar lock up.  We grunted loudly as we pushed and shoved against each other, each of us trying to establish a dominant position.  The muscle boy was indeed strong but but my height advantage allowed me to press him down onto one knee.  Before I knew it, the cocky kid surged forward and SLAMMED into my chest.  It was a power move and I crashed onto my back.  BAM!  Bobby was on me immediately.  

He kept spinning around my body, showing off his wrestling skills until I was pushed onto my side.  He grabbed my left foot and my blondish silver hair at the same time then leaned back.  “Aaaaagggghhhhhh!” I yelled as my back was contorted.  He kept up the pressure and I felt immobilized in his grasp.  “How’s that feel, Daddy?” he sneered.  I groaned and tried to twist free of his grasp.  My hair wasn’t very long but he had enough to control my head, bending it backward.  

When I had not submitted after several seconds, Bobby let go of my foot but immediately shoved me onto my back.  He mounted my 46” chest and inched forward quickly, pinning my shoulders.  Now his singlet-covered bulge was next to my face.  His cut cock had hardened and the imprint of his fat mushroom head was directly in front of my mouth.  His white singlet left little to the imagination.  I could smell his sweaty, masculine scent.  He definitely had not showered.

Bobby adjusted his cock so it stood straight up the middle of his gear.  He moved forward until his singlet-covered balls pressed into my nose and mouth.  The outline of his shaft and cock head now loomed above me.  The blonde hunk cupped the back of my head and shoved my face into his crotch.  “Fucking Bitch,” the alpha kid said, “Can’t wait to face fuck you with my big dick!”  

“Fuck you,” was all I could say, but it came out muffled as his bulge pressed into my mouth.  “Oh, I will fuck you, Daddy” declared the blonde muscle boy once more.  But he was too full of himself.  He didn’t notice my legs rising until my ankles surrounded his neck.  I yanked hard and dragged his body backwards.  I kept him pinned back as my head and upper torso rose.  My arms were now freed.  I balled up my right fist and GUT-PUNCHED the gymnast’s lower abs.  POW!  “OOF!”  I started a rapid series of punches into his hard abs determined to soften them up.  POW!  “OOF!”  POW!  “OOF!”  POW!  “OOF!”  When Bobby tried to block my punches, I slapped his hands away and fired into his gut again.  POW!  “OOF!”  POW!  “OOF!”  My right hand then formed a claw and surrounded his singlet covered balls.  I SQUEEZED and TWISTED hard!  “Aaaaggghhhh!”

Still holding onto his nuts, I untangled my legs from Bobby’s body and got to my feet.  Tugging on his balls, I forced the kid to his feet then released his baby makers and pulled his head into a SIDE HEAD LOCK.  He grunted as he tried to wriggle free but I increased the pressure around his neck.  As I held him in place, I SLAMMED my right knee up into his lower abs.  WHUMP!  “OOF!”  The blonde muscle stud’s whole body lifted upwards.  As soon as he landed, I sent another knee into his mid-section, once again lifting him upwards.  WHUMP!  “OOF!”  I let go of my head lock and the kid crumpled to the mat.  I had knocked the wind out of him, if nothing else.  As he gasped, I went behind him and yanked the shoulder straps of his singlet down, exposing his muscled back that tapered nicely down to his waist.  “What the fuck, Daddy?” he mumbled.  

I snorted “Not such a hot shot, are ya punk?” and moved around in front him on the mats.  Still on his knees, Bobby raised his head and upper torso, revealing his smooth, sculpted pecs.  I grabbed his head and pulled it between my quads and started squeezing hard in a STANDING HEAD SCISSORS.  “Nnnggghhh!” the blonde hunk groaned as I tightened my grip on his neck.  I couldn’t see his face but I was sure he was turning a shade of red or purple.  My 33” quads are strong and I felt my 7” cock hardening from the thrill of controlling the cocky alpha wrestler.  I felt his hands pawing at my hamstrings.  He tried to form claws but stopped when I tightened the vice.

“Let’s see what you’re made of, Bitch!” I said, as I leaned down and wrapped my arms around his mid-section.  In one big move, I hoisted the muscled stud upwards.  His whole body was now upside down.  My chin rested on the crack of his ass that I dearly hoped would be mine soon.  “What…what…put me down!” Bobby pleaded somewhat incoherently.  I shook his body and walked around my mats, loving that I was dominating this hunk.  “Say the word!” I demanded.  I could see he was shaking his head no.  “Ok, punk, here goes!” I exclaimed as I dropped to my ass and PLOWED his head into the black mat in a PILE DRIVER.  BAM!  “UGH!”  I let go of his gymnast physique and his body flipped and flopped around the mats.  Once he came to a rest on his chest, I got up and reached down for his singlet.  I yanked the gear down the rest of his back side, ass, hamstrings and calves.  My hard cock pulsed as his bare bubble butt was revealed.  

The kid was moaning into the mat.  He was wearing only a white jock strap.  I quickly pulled down the shoulder straps of my orange singlet and peeled off the gear.  My own white jock was tenting.  I couldn’t wait to bury my hard dick in the stud’s hole.  He had been so cocksure.  I reached down and grabbed a fistful of his wavy blonde hair.  He groaned as I yanked him to his feet then twisted his body around so his back was to me.  I bent his head backwards and applied an INVERTED FACE LOCK.  I shoved his face into my right arm pit.  I dropped to one knee and pulled his body backwards until my DRAGON SLEEPER was fully deployed.  He was gasping for air and his arms fluttered like a windmill.  He was struggling to breath as his nose and mouth were pressed into my dirty blonde pit hair.  “Tap or go out, jobber bitch!” I commanded.

Bobby groaned into my pit then began to utter a muffled “I….I…”  

(To be continued.)