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Hollywood Naked Wrestling Club
A Charlie and Caleb Story
PART ONE

I caught the look on Caleb’s face as Neil led us out onto the balcony of his incredible Malibu beach house. I’d been here before, but to Caleb it was new, and the lavishness of the place was overwhelming to my sweet, unassuming boyfriend. Although he was doing his best to hide it, the look on his face was priceless and I fought back a smile at how big his eyes were. They didn’t have places like this, or people like Neil, back on the farm.

“How was the flight?” Neil asked as we took places at the table already set out with an array of dishes.

“Amazing, first class is another world. The only problem is I can never go back to coach now that I’ve seen how the other half lives."

Neil picked up a wine bottle and gestured to my glass, “You wouldn’t happen to have a beer instead?” I answered his unspoken question.

“Of course, Caleb, for you as well?”

Caleb nodded and Neil set the wine down and moved through the glass doors back into the house.

“This is incredible.” Caleb whispered, once he was out of earshot. “I thought first class tickets and having a limo pick us up from the airport was fancy, but I had no idea he’d be bringing us to a place like this. He’s a friend of your Dads?”

“Yeah, from back in the day, he was like Dad’s wrestling mentor when he first came out. They stayed friends, he was at Jake and Dad’s wedding.”

“And he makes movies?”

“Well he is an agent and a producer; he kind of puts movies together.

“Sorry,” Neil returned deftly carrying three bottles of Corona complete with limes. “I should have remembered you were a beer drinker Charlie.” He set them in front of us then took his seat. “Cheers!” he called raising his bottle and the three of us clinked the necks together. “So how’s the old man?” he asked after a healthy swallow.

“Good, he sends his best.”

“Still wrestling, I hope, not turning into a mature married man.”

“He couldn’t if he tried.” I smiled. “And Jake wouldn’t let him.”

“And what about you? A proud Papa too.”

“Yeah, two years now. Will is quite the challenge but I love him.”

“He’s the spitting image of Dave and Charlie,” Caleb interjected, “and has inherited the wrestling gene. His latest trick is to launch himself like he’s doing a cross body block at whoever is passing close. You have to be ready to catch him at the drop of a hat.”

I took a drink and caught Caleb giving me a sympathetic look. Leaving Will for a couple months was difficult and accepting this job had been an on again, off again proposition right up to when we boarded the flight out here. But Dad and Mel had told me that now was the right time to go. My busy two year old son would barely notice my absence. It would be harder when he was older. I believed them, but still my guilt at not seeing him every day was sometimes overwhelming. I wouldn’t have considered it had Caleb not agreed to come with me, and the job Neil offered had not been so lucrative.

“Sounds about right,” Neil laughed. “So you guys are okay to stay here tonight, I’ll drive you over to Mason’s place tomorrow morning.”

“Just me,” I answered, putting thoughts of Will aside. “Caleb has a show in Sacramento tomorrow night so he has to get back to the airport.”

“Oh right, yeah. You mentioned something about that.” Neil said looking at Caleb, “I’ll have a car take you back to LAX in the morning.”

“Thank you sir, much appreciated.” Caleb nodded, his boy next door looks and good old boy charm clearly working on our host already. I could see a twinkle in Neil’s eye and a pleased smirk on his generous mouth. Too bad we were not here for long, we could have had another oil wrestling night on the beach. Especially since Neil was single again. A picture of him, his dark skin and thick muscles glistening in the torch light, appeared in my head, and I felt a stirring in my crotch.

“And you’re sure you’re okay staying in his guest house? You wouldn’t prefer the studio get you a hotel?”

“Nah, its good. It will make the training easier if I’m onsite. So what’s he like?” I asked.

“Pretty much like what you see in interviews… intense, driven, but generally a good guy.”

“And are the rumors true?”

“Did I mention litigious?” The smile dropped from Neil’s face and I understood entirely what I was being told. Don’t ask, don’t tell, and discretion was a requirement. “He’s worked really hard to get where he is, and you gotta remember he came up in a different time. Right or wrong he feels he has a reputation to maintain, so I leave that to him and his conscious,” he finished giving me a no nonsense look. I understood better why he was one of Hollywood’s top agents. Sitting opposite him in a negotiation would be incredibly intimidating. It was cool, I was here to do a job and the whole situation put me in mind of Jay, so I had no problem putting the gossip out of my head. Caleb looked at me questioning, of course he had no idea what we were talking about. When the job offer came I’d had to explain who Mason Dean was. He’d never seen one of his movies let alone heard the rumors that one of Hollywoods biggest stars was a closet case.

“Really though, I think you two will get along fine. Did you read the script?”

I nodded, saved from having to give my opinion of it by a mouthful of kale and avocado salad. I’d finally gotten through the script on the plane and I thought it was pretty awful. The story was of a guy who runs afoul of a crime syndicate and has to enter an underground illegal fight club. It was a typical action / revenge story that we’d seen done better a thousand times before. The only interesting part was the lead character, an aging professional wrestler, ready for retirement, but pulled into one big climactic final match. That was why I was here. For the next month I was supposed to teach Mason Dean how to look like a pro.

“It’s a piece of shit,” Neil continued, “But if anyone can pull it off its Mason. And with you making him look as authentic as possible maybe we can make something of it.”

“I’ll do my best.”

“I’ve been asked by the insurance company to talk to you about keeping things as sane as possible, no bodyslams through a table okay. Mason’s reputation for doing his own stunts is absolutely true and I doubt even you will be able to keep him off the top rope. But try to keep him on the ground as much as you can. I’ve seen you wrestle Charlie, and your technical knowledge will appeal to Mason so focus on that. It’s one of the main reasons I offered you the job. ”

I nodded once more, pushed aside the salad and cut into the steak while Neil turned his attention to Caleb and began asking him about the shows he was doing while we were out here. It was an excellent cut of beef, marinated in some kind of tangy sauce and very tender. Living with someone who was as good in the kitchen as Caleb my taste buds had experienced an awakening and my palette had become quite discerning. This protein was as good as anything Caleb had created, but he certainly could have done something better with the salad… maybe something sweet to combat the sour kale and sharp avocado. Melanie liked to tease me about becoming a bougie bitch, before Caleb I was a pizza and burgers guy. Another pang of guilt passed over me. I wondered what Will was doing… probably fighting his mom about going to bed and demanding she read “The Gruffalo” one more time. Dam this is going to be long couple months, I contemplated. It was okay though, it was necessary and I was doing the right thing. I had a plan. I hadn’t spoken to anyone about it, not even Caleb or my dad, but I’d been mulling it over for a while now. It had been just a dream but when Neil called about this job I saw a way to make my dream a reality.

I wanted to buy the warehouse and the Elite promotion from Max. For all intents and purposes it was mine already, mine and Melanie’s at least. We ran the shows and I used the facility to train like I had since retiring from the ring, and Max left us pretty much alone to do it, however technically he was the owner and I wanted to change that. I guessed that becoming a father had prompted this desire, but for whatever reason I wanted it to be mine officially. I was sure he would gladly have sold it to me, as the father of his grandson and his friend, he’d probably have given it to me if I’d asked, but I wanted to pay him what it was worth. Additionally I wanted enough money to refurbish the place, turn it into a state of the art gym facility. Top level equipment for my non wrestler clients and at the very least a new ring for my wrestlers. I envisioned a school, like Larry’s place, only with hot water in the showers. As for Elite I wanted to kick it up a notch as well. Take it from the Polish community center to bigger venues, record the shows professionally and post them. I also wanted to open it up, hire more diverse wrestlers, and present high level matches with a focus on technical wrestling. This job, and the ridiculous amount of money I was getting paid to do it, would make all that possible. So for the next couple of months I’d grit my teeth and power through, missing my quirky little family back on the east coast, but knowing I was building a future for myself and a legacy for my son.

I finished the steak and set my knife and fork down, but before I could grab my beer Caleb reached across the table and took my hand. He gave it a squeeze and I looked up to see him smile at me reassuringly. I wasn’t usually so quiet and he’d read it correctly as once again doubting my decision to come out here. I gave his big palm a squeeze back and smiled to show him I was alright. I thought about how when we’d first met I’d written him off as young, naïve and just a one night stand, I couldn’t believe how stupid I’d been. After Will, he was absolutely the best thing that had ever happened to me. I thanked my lucky stars he’d persevered and I hadn’t completely lost my chance with him at the Rainbow Wrestling show.

“How about a tour?” Neil asked. “Charlie you’ve seen the place but Caleb are you interested?” Of course he was, and after finishing our beers the three of us set off with Neil leading the way.

Apart from a separate office, the walls covered in photos of Neil and his famous clients, an Oscar and a Golden Globe in a lighted trophy case, the main floor was pretty much one big room so we moved upstairs, depositing our bags in the bedroom that had been Jake and Dad’s when I’d vacation here ten years ago. We finished up the tour on the beach level, in the stunningly equipped home gym that clearly Neil still made good use of.

“And this is my own version of the dungeon,” he said, touching one of the mirrored panels opening a concealed door, “Isn’t that what you called the basement at your dads place?”

“Yeah, that’s right… It’s where I spent years having my ass handed to me.” I laughed.

He gestured us through to a good sized room covered wall to wall with a mat. Both Caleb and I automatically kicked our shoes off at the door and went inside.

“Wow, amazing!” Caleb sighed. I had to agree. I had not been in this room before, but I’d heard about the intense real competitive submission battle Neil and my dad had fought in here the day after the oil wrestling night. I once again pictured them, this time in singlets and my cock swelled beneath my jeans. My dad would never tell me who had won though. Neil followed us in and stood against the wall with his arm crossed, smiling at the delight on our faces. Caleb walked in a circle around the mat then turned to face me. He smirked, then raised his eyebrows questioning. In response I bent low in a ready stance, one leg in front, and tensed my muscles ready for the lock up I knew was about to come.

Like a large blond puppy he launched himself forward and the grip fight began. Wrestling with each other was never something we didn’t take seriously. There was no malice behind it, but every time we tussled it was with the full intention of winning. This was a completely happy place for us, and no one I’d met seemed to love it as much he and I did, except for maybe my dad.

He shot in on a leg and I sprawled back, taking a step to the side and catching an underhook. He countered by giving up on the leg and turning into me. This was what I wanted and I quickly moved to a headlock, twisted my hips into his crotch, bumped up and tossed him onto his back. He was prepared though, held onto my shoulders, bringing me down with him using the momentum to flip me over.

“Hell YES!” I heard Neil holler as I struggled to keep Caleb from locking in some kind of submission. He was pressing down on my chest, trying to get his legs across my belly, so I shrimped to the side away from his attack. I got my knees under me and twisted to face him. I slammed my chest into his and powered him over, I held him for only seconds though before he repeated the same maneuver and my advantage was lost. This intense back and forth lasted for minutes and the sweat started to flow.

We ended up on our knees opposite one another, a grin on both our faces. We grip fought some more until, with speed and a little luck, I managed to pass his arms and lock in a front choke. He responded by sitting back on his ass, opening his legs and then closing his big muscled thighs around my waist. I groaned at the instant pressure on my ribs so I tightened my lock on his neck, flexing my bicep and twisting my shoulder into his chin. With the duel submissions in tight we fell to the side.

“Ah you fucker, give it up!” I gasped, feeling like my internal organs were being rearranged. He mumbled a response, I’m sure telling me to do the same thing, but I couldn’t make out the words with my arms crushing his face. Whatever the case, the stalemate went on as we cranked on our respective submissions and got even sweater.

I felt my arm strength burning out. I wasn’t going to win this way so I pulled back on the choke slightly and felt him capitalize by moving his chin down, blocking me from getting it locked in again. I let go completely and postured up, moving my hands down his torso. I tucked one elbow into his thigh and gained some reprieve from the body scissor, but instead of working to open his legs completely, as the other hand passed his hips, I let it slip into the waistband of his jeans. My fingertips felt the elastic of his briefs, and I wiggled under that as well, finally reaching my intended destination, his fat cock. I grasped it and heard the sweet moan I’d hoped to illicit. Instantly the pressure around my ribs decreased and with just a slight tug and a twist, his legs fell open completely. He crunched up and grabbed for my wrist but I didn’t fight him. I let go of his dick, pulled my hand out of his pants, then backed away.

“CHEAT!” he grumbled.

“I don’t know… Neil, what do you say? This is your place, so your rules apply. Was that an illegal move?”

“No sir,” Neil laughed, “In my dungeon that’s standard procedure.”

We were back on our feet and after Neil’s pronouncement Caleb flashed me another grin, this time charged with something more sexual.

“Alright then,” he grabbed the collar of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. “I can play by those rules.”

His beautiful muscled upper body never failed to make me weak in the knees. In two years he’d also gained in size. His chest in particular was thick, with a deep crease down the center and perfect round nipples that were deliciously sensitive. He did not process a six pack anymore, he ate to well for that, and his stomach was slightly rounded now, but it was solid, with a gorgeous little treasure tail of blond hair running from his belly button down into the pants he was currently shucking off. I shook my head to clear the haze of desire that was clouding my judgement. I would get to experience all the joys of the man I loved eventually, but right now we had some wrestling to do. I followed his lead and began to undress as well.

“Now this is what I’m talking about,” Neil hollered, “Been too long since this room has seen this kind of action.

In just briefs we circled each other warily; no longer did Caleb have a bad habit of rushing in. I could see the wheels turning behind his eyes as he worked out his plan of attack. Eventually the need to get our hands on each other overwhelmed us and we moved in once more. I shot in first this time, and he neatly side stepped the attack, his big palm coming down on the top of my head. He pushed me to the side as he ducked under my arm and came behind me. His hands clasped around my waist and I squatted low, pushing on his forearms to break his grip and prepare to fight off a suplex. Instead of the takedown though he stood taller, pulled his fists into my gut and lifted my feet a couple inches off the mat. All the air was forced out of my lungs and once more my insides were being crushed. The belly to back bearhug was a move he was using with more frequency these days and I blamed my dad. It was one of his favorites and he’d probably been showing Caleb how to make it excruciating. He shook me around a bit and I moaned, the sound seemingly spurring him on to flex his thick arms and squeeze me tighter. At the same time I felt the hard lump of his cock press into my ass as he added a grind to the bearhug. Instinctively I pushed back with my hips into his crotch, the submission was pain but the frottage was exhilarating.

The assault continued, but eventually I felt my feet touch the mat again. He was strong but he couldn’t hold me up forever, especially not with the blood now rushing to our cocks as we each got harder. The suplex came, he sat back pulling me with him, twisting to the side and my body hit the mat. He scrambled to get a mount but I blocked his pass and gained control of a wrist that he left unguarded. We turned and rolled. I got behind him and brought the wrist up sharply to his shoulder blades. He wailed and tried to break my grip but I held on and climbed his back. Now it was my crotch nestled in the two perfect mounds of his ass and me grinding into him. I also buried my face in his neck, drinking in the beautiful smell of him, warm and earthy, like being outdoors after a spring rain, and I tasted the salt of his clean sweat on my lips. I reached around and added a choke to my hammerlock, not tight, but enough to control him, then I hooked my feet around his knees and rolled him over on top of me. With his crotch exposed I brought my legs around his waist and planted my heels on either side of his bulge. I used them to massage his cock and was rewarded with more moans and gasps of pleasure.

After a while I heard a whimper that wasn’t coming from Caleb. Turning my head I caught sight of Neil watching us hungrily. He was crouched down on his haunches with one hand tucked into the athletic shorts he was wearing, the front of which displayed a bulge that rivaled mine and Caleb’s. He was so hot, in his sixties now, but still incredibly sexy, and, remembering his massive dick from the night of the oil wrestling, I decided I wanted to see it again… maybe more.

Caleb must have sensed my distraction, and the loosening of my hold, because I was brought sharply back to the match when I lost the grip on his wrist, and he twisted around inside the loose choke so we were belly to belly. Instead of cock to ass, it was not crotch to crotch and the grinding continued. I held onto his head but he snaked his own arm around my neck getting a choke of his own.

We could have kept this up for hours without either of us forcing a submission from the other, we'd done just that many times. But having a clear winner didn't always matter to us. It was the struggle that counted. The desire and the love of matching against each other. I would happily have continued on liked we were, trading control until we both came in a great gush, but this seemed like an opportunity to switch things up.

“Look at Neil,” I whispered into Caleb’s ear. He turned his head.

“Ahhh fuck,” he moaned, just as enamored by the sight of him as I was.

“Wanna?”

“Hell yeah,” he grinned.

I lifted the back of my head off the mat and locked my lips onto his. I pushed my tongue forward and he matched my aggressive kiss passionately. Once more I thanked my lucky stars I’d found him, or he’d found me.

In seconds we were up and advancing on Neil. The look on his face moving from confusion, to panic, then to absolute delight was priceless. He stood and put his hands out as we got closer.

“Ah now boys, you don’t wanna do this,” he smirked, the arrow in his loose shorts pointing directly at us.

“Come on old man, let’s see what the guy who taught the guy who taught me can do,” I teased.

Quicker than I expected someone his age to move, he lunged forward and we engaged chest to chest. While I struggled with his front Caleb moved in on his back. He got an arm around his neck and pulled him over while he hollered about us being afraid to take him on one on one. Locked up tight he was helpless as I pulled his shorts off, he was commando underneath and the magnificent cock appeared stiff and leaking, sending a shiver of anticipation through my body.

He wasn’t going to give it up easy though and he twisted, fighting hard to escape Caleb’s headlock. The two of them rolled away locked in battle and I took a second to remove my briefs letting my own hard dick free of its fabric cage. I dove into the fray and the struggle became a ménage of twisting and coiled bodies. Caleb was tugging on Neil’s shirt trying to remove it as I fought to control his powerful legs. I heard a rip and hoped it wasn’t a designer shirt, as the material shredded. Caleb went over backwards holding part of it, leaving Neil now free to crunch up and engage with me fully. He was so strong, certainly as much as either Caleb or myself, and I thought again about him and my dad wrestling and wondered how hard my dad had worked to get a submission from him. If he did, they so could I, I reasoned, and the little motivation was enough to check his attack and put him back on the mat. Quickly I moved into a mount position, high on his chest so my dick was in his face. He bucked and kicked but I rode it out and kept him pinned. Caleb moved around behind me, he’d taken his briefs off as well and was equally as aroused. He sat on Neil’s stomach, positioning his ass over top of the big brown cock and began to grind on top of it.

“Ah shit.” Neil moaned, his breath coming in short pants. I took my dick and gave it a few pumps then used it like a bat and smacked his bearded face with it.

“You bastard,” he cooed.

“Looks like your pinned old man,” I teased, then I flexed my biceps and growled. While his grinding continued Caleb brought his hands up and ran them along my arms, massaging the mound of muscle before moving them to my chest and cupping my pecs. His face dropped into my neck which he began to kiss and lick furiously. I pumped my cock some more.

"I'm going to cum on your face," I hissed.

“Fuck no” Neil moaned and twisted. A powerful bump of his hips sent Caleb and I sprawling. The wrestling began again.

He scrambled up and caught Caleb in a headlock, I dove in and locked up his waist, but got caught in a body scissor. The three of us struggled and rolled across the damp mat, slithering around on top of each other like a nest of baby snakes. He was doing well, but he couldn’t control us both and eventually Caleb got his head lose and I slid though his powerful legs. I held his ankles and got to my feet, Caleb got his arms and together we flipped him to his stomach. Once there I adjusted my grips and put him in a Boston crab, his feet tucked nice and secure into my armpits. Caleb moved to sit on his upper back, facing away from me, locked his fingers under Neil’s chin and pulled. Neil was now bent into a U and in some serious trouble.

“Submit!” I hollered.

“Fuck you bastards,” he mumbled.

Caleb and I upped the pressure, leaning closer until our backs were touching and the howls of outrage and pain from Neil increased.

“Alright I give, I give!” he finally screamed.

With a victory whoop we let go and Neil collapsed, Caleb stood and I turned toward him.

Our dicks met first, smacking against each other and poking into our stomachs as we moved in and began making out once more. Below us I saw Neil twist to his back so he could watch, his impressive cock still at full post. Caleb broke away from our making out and stepped over Neil. He got down on his knees, grabbed our host by the ears, and moved him to sitting. He coiled one leg behind Neil’s knee then reached around his back, and locked his hand around the thigh of the other leg. He pulled, splitting the big man apart. I got down in front of him. His dark brown shaft, wet and pointing up toward the ceiling, was ready and lay before me like tonight’s dinner had been earlier.

I started with his balls, taking each one into my mouth, sucking and running my tongue around it before moving to the next.

“Oh fuck,” he whimpered, unable to move locked in Caleb’s tight spladle.

I moved to his cock, starting at the tip, licking around the mushroom head then running my tongue down the prominent vein to the base. I moved back to the top and closed my lips around it, relaxed my throat, then moved down till once more my nose was buried in his thick patch of wiry pubic hair. From the sound of his panting and moaning, Neil was about to blow so I kept it up, sucking and tonguing his cock, enjoying every squeal of pleasure and gasp my oral was giving him.

I was correct; it wasn’t long before I felt the explosion. My mouth was filled with his cum. I pulled off, swallowed, then used my hand to milk the last drops out of him. His body was racked by convulsions and when I felt I’d drained every last ounce from his delicious balls, I let go.

Released from the spladle Neil collapsed completely. I moved past his legs and once more sat on his chest. Caleb positioned himself with his knees on either side of Neil’s head so we were facing each other. We went to work jacking ourselves. Leaning forward, Caleb’s balls were resting on Neil’s forehead and mine were on his chin, we began to kiss and make out while we pumped. I bent low and sucked on Caleb’s nipples, while he nibbled my neck and earlobes, areas we knew were highly erogenous for the other. We both ejaculated, as I’d threatened covering Neil’s face with our loads. But he didn’t seem to mind, the “ah fuck yes”, and the moan of delight at the cum facial, telling us this was exactly what he wanted.

Spent, we lay back on either side of him, our heads each on a furry pec.

“Damn boys, that was a good time. But if I had a partner you’d be in trouble. Maybe I should get your dad out here,” he sighed.
I smiled, I didn’t doubt that it would have been a very close match if not for our two on one advantage. I pictured Neil and my dad facing off against Caleb and I. My cock sprang back to life, that would be a good time, I thought to myself.

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V

If anyone was reading my blog during the lockdowns, (feels like a lifetime ago), You might recognize the basic story. After a couple years of rewrites, proofing, polishing and a title change it is finally out. Its a very personal story, based on a few childhood events from my own life that I have used as inspiration. It has lots of wrestling in it, however maybe not as much as my other novels. If you read it I hope you will appreciate the story and the characters as much as the headlocks and scissor holds.

"When thirteen year old Freddy saw the speedo in the department store he had to have it. It looked just like the trunks the professional wrestlers he so admired wore. However, he had no idea that it would turn his time at John Wesley Bible Camp from bad to intolerable, and it was just one more thing that made him feel like an alien in the very Christian environment he’d been raised in. When he meets Sean things change. The charismatic and incredibly handsome camp counselor teaches Freddy that he can be and do anything he wants, that bruises fade but knowing you’re not afraid will last forever.
Years later, when the two young men find each other again, it’s Freddy who returns the favor. When the struggle between having faith and being queer becomes a wrestling match with lethal consequences. This very personal coming of age story is about finding yourself in a time when acceptance was the exception."

I'm super proud to share that my third wrestling novel The Challenge is now available on Amazon. I wrote this story back in the spring and after some long months of rewrites, proofing and polishing it is finally ready to download as an ebook or, if you're old fashion like me and prefer to actually turn real pages, as a paperback. This story was inspired by the amazing online community of wrestlers, wrestling fans and others here on meetfighters and I hope those that download it will enjoy it and see it as the tribute it is intended to be.

Andy and Tom were friendly high school wrestling rivals when an incident at the state finals turned them into bitter enemies. When they run into each other many years later the rivalry heats up again. Introverted Andy and outgoing Tom decide that they are going to settle things once and for all in the ultimate challenge of themselves as fighters and mentors. Dustin’s life has been anything but special, stuck in a small town, fired from a dead end job, hating everything about himself he thinks there is no escape until an offer comes that changes everything. Cute and blond Shane is locked into a stereotypical role that is emotionally unsatisfying. He discovers a side of himself he didn’t know existed and unlocks a passion and a power that turns him into a new man. With plenty of wrestling action The Challenge is a gay erotic story full of matches that go from steamy sex battles to competitive grappling. It’s also a story about fighting fear. The characters battle not only each other but themselves as the rivalry between the two men transforms their lives and the lives of the boys who become their protégés on and off the mats.

Thanks for the ongoing encouragement and enthusiasm for my work. It is much appreciated. I hope you will enjoy THE CHALLENGE !

You Win Some You Lose Some A Charlie Solo Story

It sucked losing, even when it was my job. What made it worse was throwing the match to a guy I’d had to save twice. Flubbing a move was one thing but this gorilla was also dangerous, whether he was unskilled or careless I wasn’t sure but based on his backstage arrogance I guessed a hazardous combination of both. In the final sequence he’d come off the top rope with an elbow smash but hadn’t taken his own weight on the landing. Instead he’d dropped down hard across my chest and it hurt like hell… thankfully it wasn’t my ribs or I might be nursing a facture. We were scheduled to repeat the match in a few days, if it happened again he’d end up on the wrong side of a shoot. I might be the new guy here but a Lancaster Larry style hook would teach him not to take me for granted. My frustration was peaking, it was six months I’d been wrestling here and the promoter didn’t seem to know what to do with me… except use me as a jobber for the big guys. I was seriously begining to regret leaving Max and the CWA, something had to change I thought to myself as I made my way up the aisle to the dressing room.

“HEY ANDERSON!” I heard over the crowd reacting to the winning wrestler still celebrating in the ring. At first the name didn’t register but then I heard it again and I realized they were talking to me. “Dam” I muttered to myself, it was bound to happen though. Anderson was the name I’d used when I made the erotic wrestling video a couple of years back. It was a British website, not very popular in the states, but I was now wrestling in England so it was only a matter of time before it surfaced. I wasn’t ashamed but I was concerned that someone might use it to make trouble for me in this new promotion. Should have listened to my Dad I mused deciding to ignore whoever it was and keep moving up the aisle.

“CHARLIE !!” The same voice yelled again and this time I couldn’t help glancing over. The man standing behind the metal barricade smiling broadly was James, the guy I’d made the video with. He hadn’t changed much, still scruffy and handsome with a boyish face and the naturally muscular thick build of a laborer. I smiled back and headed over.

“James!” I greeted him, “holy shit I can’t believe it?” I’d taken down my profile on the meet up site after turning pro and hadn’t spoken to him in years.

“Nice match… hope he sends you a thank you card for covering his ass.” He winked.

“You caught that?” I laughed, “well it’s all about putting on a good show right… I think you might have told me that a few years back.”

“Are you finished?” he asked, “Can I buy you a drink so we can catch up?”

“Sure, I’d like that. Give me fifteen to get cleaned up and I’ll meet you at the back door of the arena.”

“Deal.” He smiled and my cock stirred inside my trunks. I wondered if a drink might lead to a rematch.

A short while later we were sitting together with a couple of pints in a pub not far from the venue. He referred to it as his local and was greeted warmly by the staff when we arrived.
“How’s Simon.” I asked after a long draught of my stout. James looked down for a second before answering.

“He passed away a year ago” he said solemnly.

“Oh James, I’m sorry.”

“Thanks… it’s been rough, it was cancer. He got the diagnosis just after we got back from the states. He fought it; we did treatment after treatment with some success but eventually it got the better of him, well the better of both of us really. I might not have had the cancer but caring for him, especially at the end really knocked me out. I stopped wrestling, shut the website down …and when he finally passed, I turned into a hermit. Tonight is actually the first time I’ve been out of the house in a very long time. Simon was always my biggest fan and supporter, he wouldn’t want me acting like that so I’m fighting again, getting back in the game for his sake. I saw a promo for the show on the internet and I had to come see you.”

I didn’t know what to say, I remembered the kind, proper, very handsome man who’d been behind the camera for our shoot and given me rum and coke to sooth my nerves. I didn’t know him well but I was sad he was gone and heartbroken for James who was so clearly devastated by his loss.

“Well I’m glad you did.” I smiled at him and raised my beer, “To Simon and to keeping up the fight.” I said. James blushed, I could see he was holding back tears as he raised his own glass and we saluted his husband.

“Enough of that sad stuff… how about you? The career has really taken off I see.” He roughly wiped at his eyes with the back of his big hands.

“Yeah well it’s a bit of a shock starting over again… I’d established a pretty good name with Elite and then the CWA back home so being a jobber again has been a bitter pill to swallow… tonight for instance. I keep telling myself it’ll come, to keep working hard and they’ll start using me as more than a training dummy but I’m starting to lose hope.”

“DON’T,” he admonished, “I followed you on the internet and your technical style will have a big appeal to the fans over here, after all this is the birth place of World of Sport. You just gotta get the promoter to let you show it off more… no more matches with the big gorillas who can’t wrestle.”

“I need you as my manager.” I laughed.

“I’d rather be your next opponent.” He shot back, a definite twinkle in his eye.

“Oh yeah?” I smirked back at him, “You sure about that? If I remember correctly I came pretty close to beating you before and I’m not eighteen any longer.”

“I was holding back, taking it easy on the new kid.”

“Ah I see… well take your best shot bud.” It seemed that James had the same idea about a rematch as I did.

We finished our beers while exchanging some more good natured trash talk. When we stood up to leave I was sporting a pretty sizable tent in my jeans and my body was tingling with the anticipation of some real wrestling action. The pro stuff was fun but I hadn’t had a good rough erotic submission fight since I’d come to England. I remembered James as a strong opponent, skilled and feisty and tangling with him was just what I needed to take the bitter taste of having to loose in the ring out of my mouth.

We walked a couple blocks to his house and continued the build up to the match with more talk and by the time we’d reached his door we were both fired up and ready. Once inside I wasted no time, I grabbed the lapels of his green nylon boomer jacket and shoved him against the wall of his foyer. He was a few inches shorter then me and I lifted him up off the floor enough that his toes were just touching and his face was dead even with mine.

“This is going to end very differently pal.” I growled, my lips were close enough to brush against his as I spoke. I held him pinned, smirking, enjoying his wide eyed look of surprise at my aggression. Slowly I put my mouth on his and took his bottom lip between my teeth, nipping lightly then my tongue moved inside. He kissed me back, his hands were on my biceps and he cupped the hard muscle beneath my hoodie. We both moaned with pleasure and the kissing increased in ferocity. I was hard as a rock by this point and so the pain of his knee connecting with my groan was intensified and I howled and dropped him to the ground.

“Ah you fucker.” I grunted holding my crotch.

“What’s the matter pretty boy? Can’t take it?” He gloated grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me down the hall. I caught a glimpse of a tastefully decorated living and dining room but we continued past them to another room that seemed somehow familiar. He let go and moved a safe distance away from me, the pain in my groin had subsided enough I was able to stand and I realized I recognized the space as the setting of a number of the videos that used to be posted on his website. It was bare except for some weights, a heavy bag lying on its side in a corner and a beat up, well-worn wrestling mat that covered the floor from wall to wall. I looked over at him, he was removing his jacket and he smiled at me.

“I just reset the room the other day… glad I did.” He smirked. I smiled back and unzipped my hoodie tossing it into a corner then kicked off my sneakers. He took his t-shirt off next and I eyed his body appreciatively. It looked like he’d gained a little weight, he had a full belly but his chest, arms and shoulders still looked strongly muscled and with his hairy chest and tattoos I was reminded again how much I liked his bearish natural physique. I undid the buttons of my shirt and let it fall. We were certainly a contrast. Working out and maintaining a toned pumped build was part of my job and I was certainly more cut then him… but I knew from experience that didn’t mean much when it came right down to real wrestling. In just our jeans and socks we crossed the mats to meet up. Similar to the start of our previous match we started with a stare down, chest to chest and eye to eye we glared at each other. This time he leaned forward and initiated more kissing. I was so ready for this I was practically cumming already. I pulled away and shoved him hard enough that he fell to his ass. He gave me another look of shock but quickly stood and moved in to shove me; it was my turn to be shocked that even though I was prepared for it he was strong enough to force me to take a step back. The pushing carried on for a few minutes then I launched myself forward wrapping him up in a rough headlock and taking him down to the mats with vigor.

The grappling was fast and furious right from the start. I kept James’s face jammed in my armpit as I ground the headlock in tightly. He bucked and twisted, trying to pry my arms apart but I held on and rolled with his frantic movements. I got a leg over so I was pinning him on his back now, I felt his knee move up and attempt another nut shot but I turned my hips so all he got was my thigh then I retaliated with a knee to his groin that made him howl in pain. I was just as capable of getting dirty as he was, maybe more since I was looking for some redemption from my loss in the ring and my loss to him during the video shoot.

The low blow had taken some of the wind out of his sails and from my position on top I was able to continue to choke him with my biceps. Bare chest to bare chest I had good control while I ground my jeans covered crotch into him. He punched at my sides trying to get me off and I took the brunt of the hits for a while, wincing at their viciousness but holding on to my choke until I decided I’d weakened him enough to move to another submission. I moved my lower body up to sit on his chest, then released my headlock and captured his wrists pinning them to the mat. As I expected he jackknifed his legs up and I timed it just right, transferring my hold on his arms to his legs then leaned forward folding him up with his toes over his head. This new position brought my crotch right onto his face and once more I was pushing it into him. With surprising flexibility for his thicker physique he twisted onto one shoulder, took his weight on his feet and flipped out between his own legs. Before I had time to react he’d launched himself onto my back and we were scrambling across the mat for control. He caught me in a bearhug, his strong arms were squeezing my ribs painfully but our tight skin on skin position was also pure pleasure. I pushed up on his chin with one elbow and brought my other arm down hard across his furry chest. Another scramble and we flipped and twisted on top of each other. I got hold of one wrist and forced it up behind his back, he responded by wrapping his thick thighs around my waist in a body scissor.

“Ah fuck!” I moaned feeling the pressure on my already sore ribs. I pulled up sharply on the hammerlock.

“SHIT!” He hissed at the increased strain on his shoulder.

The stalemate continued, both of us unwilling to ease up or submit. We each demanded that the other give but neither of us had a good enough position to make that happen. As his quads got tired I felt a slight release in his scissor so I let go of his wrist, sat up and pulled his knees apart twisting and rolling away losing sight of him for a second. I quickly got to my feet and located him, he’d done the same. We stared at each other across the mat, both our chest heaving with the intensity of the wrestling and a light sheen of sweat coving our bare upper bodies. I moved first undoing the fly of my jeans and shucking them off. He followed suit. He had briefs on, old style tighty-whities, I had black square cut boxer briefs and both of us were sporting significant bulges in the front. Taking a moment to enjoy the view we grinned at each other before moving together and locking up collar and elbow.

We pummeled and pushed testing strength. He stepped back and pulled me forward forcing me off balance and taking me over. He threw his weight onto my back and got an arm around my chin; I grabbed behind his hips and lifted up so his feet were above his head. I tilted over backwards coming down hard across his chest and he crashed to the mats; then I got my own arm around his chin. He rolled and got top position but I scrambled to my knees and it was a battle of headlocks as we ground into one another brutally. I loved it and so did he, a good rough fight with a sexy man, neither holding back, wanting to win was the best thing in the world. With a roar I forced him over, broke free from his armpit and climbed on top. I used my forearm under his chin to hold him down and brought my knee onto his belly. I let fly with a few hard punches to his pec’s and he yelped and grunted then I reached down and slapped his crotch a few times getting more screams.

“You like that?” I bellowed.

“Fuck you.” He moaned trying to get me off, yelling and swearing with each slap of his hefty ball sack.

A few more nut shots and I dropped my knee over school boy pinning him. I grapevine his legs hooking my feet around his calves and then split him wide. He reached to lock up my head but I got his wrist and forced it down to the mat. I threaded my other arm under, grabbed my own forearm then twisted his elbow into an excruciating shoulder lock and he cursed and bawled at the painful submission.

“Give it up!” I demanded.

“No, never.” He cried.

“SUBMIT!!” I repeated twisting the arm further.

“OKAY I GIVE I GIVE!!” he shrieked tapping the mat with his free hand.

I let go and got to my feet, I was really sweating now, beads were dripping off my nose and my hair was damp with it. He stayed on his back massaging his shoulder and muttering to himself. I sat down on his chest, my knees on either side of his head and my crotch resting on his chin. I flexed my biceps and celebrated. He grumbled but was smiling at the same time.

“How’s that tough guy… not a boy anymore am I?” I crowed while giving him a posing show. He reached his hands up and ran them along my abs till he was cupping my pecs. I tightened for him and he punched the hard muscle. I grabbed his hands, lay down across his body and pinned his arms above his head. I started kissing him roughly and grinding my cock into his. He struggled but was kissing me back just as aggressively. His mouth tasted sweetly of the beer we’d just had and the hard thrusting of our dicks was bringing me closer and closer to climax. I was in heaven.

He bumped up with his hips and rolled me over so he was on top then the kissing and frottage increased until once more we were wrestling. A quick succession of moves followed as we traded top position multiple times till we were both once again breathing heavy and the mats under us were shiny with our sweat. He got on top and pinned me, then punched my chest; I retaliated by driving my knuckles into his soft hairy belly. It may not have rippled with abs but it was by no means weak and even though he grunted and swore with each hit he didn’t weaken.

“Come on!” He called flexing his biceps over me, “Is that the best you got?”

I hit him a few more times than reached up and pulled him over and we were back to grappling. It was a close fight, our bodies tightly pressed together. I nearly made him submit again with single arm choke that had him turning purple and wheezing but when I called for him to give he stealthy slipped his hand under the waistband of my trunks and took hold of my cock. I screamed out as he twisted, dropped the hold and reached to pull his hand away. He slipped in behind me and with his free arm he locked in a choke. His feet hooked around my legs and then his tantalizing grip on my junk changed; instead of crushing he was stroking my cock. I moaned pitifully as I went weak and he tightened his headlock. I felt the load I’d been building intensify, a few more strokes and I’d be done.

“I give.. fuck, I give.” I managed to croak out.

“What’s that boy?… LOUDER!” He sneered pumping my dick harder.

“FUCK I GIVE I GIVE!!!” I whimpered pulling on his forearm trying to get some space between my neck and his thick bicep.

I felt him release me and I roughly pulled away falling over onto my back. My boxer briefs were pulled below my balls and my cock was standing straight up from my groin like a fence post, wet and glistening. He stood and placed a foot on my chest posing over me in victory, his white briefs were so soaked they were see through and his fat dick was just as hard. I lay there, recovering some strength and appreciating the sight of his heavy wide legs and his workman like body flexing over me. He finished his celebration then bent down and pulled my boxers completely off. Holding them in his hands he moved to sit on my chest and I knew what was coming as he prepared to wrap them around my neck and choke me with my own underwear. It was even, one submission each, but I wasn’t about to let him get another one, I wanted to win. I brought my knee up and hit his crotch as he sat and he howled and rolled off me. I quickly took hold of his briefs and yanked them off, then stood up and took him by the ears pulling him to standing. I lifted him in a firemans carry holding him momentarily across my chest, he was heavy but adrenaline was pumping madly through my body and I dropped to one knee draping him across the other one making him wail some more at the impact on his back. I stood back up and repeated the move.

“AH SHIT!!” he was yelling as I dropped him into the backbreaker multiple times. Leaving him in position I pushed on his chin and took his cock in my hand bending him into a u shape. He was begging and crying but wouldn’t give up. I kept up the punishment taking a page from his play book and began to stroke his cock but he still refused to tap. I pushed him off and he hit the mat like a ragdoll, his hand on his back writhing and squirming in a pool of sweat. There was little resistance as I sat in front of him and wrapped my thighs around his head. His was facing down and his mouth was on my balls, my cock pressed against his face as I locked my ankles and flexed my quads.

“Please no.. no no” he muttered. I lay on my back but crutched my abs so I could see his handsome face as it turned red then purple locked in my head scissor. He tried to reach around my thighs to punch me or go for some more cock torture but I captured his wrists and held them straight out.

“Come on man… it’s over, you’re done. Submit.” I ordered but he continued to struggle. I thrust my hips up and tightened the squeeze, my dick smacked into his face, he was helpless unable to go anywhere. I wondered if he would submit or would he choose to go out. By the look of his face it wasn’t going to be long before that happened, I was good either way and I screamed again for him to give to me.

With a final whimper it happened, his voice was barely audible but he definitely submitted giving me the win. I let him go, releasing my ankles and his head dropped to the mats. I slid backwards and lay flat myself, my chest rising and falling rapidly, my body bruised and exhausted but my cock still hard and ready to explode. Eventually I got to my feet and moved to him, I pulled him up again.

“Raise my hand.” I commanded forcing him to take my wrist. Reluctantly he did and I took a moment to savor the victory pose I should’ve had in the ring earlier. When I was satisfied I switched grips dropped our arms and pulled him into me. Both of our cocks clashed and banged against each other as I reached behind him and cupped his ass then locked my lips on his. Feverishly we kissed, hands moving up and down our slick bodies. I pushed him down to his knees and he knew what to do. His mouth closed around my dick and he began to move; burying his face into my neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair then moving back to the tip over and over. I moaned as he worked, one hand on the back of his head controlling the rhythm until finally I exploded in his mouth, a great gush of cum hitting the back of his throat and he swallowed my load. Only seconds later he was gasping as he came himself. I dropped to my knees and we locked up again, slower but still passionately making out. When we broke apart, each rolling onto our backs beside the other, he sighed happily.
“Fuck that was good… thank you.” He said

“Same here, you don’t know how much I needed that.” I told him.

“So I guess we’re even now… we’ll need a rematch to break the tie.” He rolled onto his elbow and smiled.

“Anytime pal, anytime.”

A few days later I was back in the ring with the gorilla and once again he was phoning it in, his performance sloppy and ragged. A weak attempt at a dropkick missed my chest by a good couple of inches and I heard the audience murmur at the obvious misfire. I didn’t react as it would have made it worse so he shot me a dirty look and my annoyance grew. He took my wrist and whipped me into the corner and followed up slamming his body into mine.

“What the fuck?” he growled in my ear as we paused locked up against the turnbuckle, “are you trying to make me look bad?” He threw a few forearms across my chest but wasn’t even bothering to stamp the ring and create some noise. The audience was becoming even more unsettled and I heard a few boos and hisses. That’s it I thought, I’d had enough.

He once more whipped me into the ropes but instead of bouncing off and running square into his boot as planned I dropped low and did a baseball slide past him. He turned to face me, a surprised look on his face just as I got to my feet. I leapt and hit his chest with a standing dropkick that didn’t miss. He was knocked back stumbling into the ropes. The look of shock turned into rage and I returned his glare. He may have outweighed me by sixty or so pounds but I wasn’t afraid, I gestured for him to come get some. The sound of the crowd instantly changed from displeasure to excitement and I heard my name yelled from a few places.

He charged forward hands out like he was going to throttle me, I waited till he was close enough then I dropped down shooting my leg between his and tripping him up in a drop toe hold. I twisted my body with his thigh trapped in my knees rolling across his back till I was able to lock my fists under his chin. I pulled up and, much like James was in my backbreaker a few nights previous, he was bent into a u. He was screaming and waving his hands around and the audience was now yelling happily. This was a real submission, the pressure on his lower back, his chin and leg was excruciating. I knew from experience having been placed in this finisher myself a dozen or so times when I trained with Larry. The ref looked at me blankly, we were off script and he wasn’t sure what to do.

“Ask him ref!” I yelled hoping to prompt him into action, “SUBMIT!” I screamed at the gorilla, he was overly muscled so not too flexible and I was pulling hard enough that his head was almost touching the foot I had trapped in my legs.

“I GIVE I GIVE!” He yelled slapping my arm furiously. The ref had no choice and with a little shrug of his shoulders he called for the bell and declared the match over.

When my arm was raised above my head, my opponent still flat on his belly moaning and whining, the crowd cheered joyfully almost all of them on their feet. I was sure the promoter was out there watching but I wasn’t worried, he couldn’t argue with this reaction. I was pretty confident I’d be winning a lot more from now on.