Date: Tue, 13 Jan 2015 13:07:18 -0600
From: Bix Meister <bixmeister57@gmail.com>
Subject: A Year In The Life. Y2KWrestling Part 3

A Year In The Life

Y2K Wrestling Part 3

By Bix Meister

This is a story featuring gay men, and gay sex, intended for Adults, not
Minors.  It is fiction, and as such is not based on any actual people or
events.  It is a fantasy intended purely as a catalyst for pleasure.  No
attempts have been made to portray safe sex, but the author encourages you
to practice it.

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The barbecue grill finally got a workout later on that evening.  Pete had
to get out into the elements to man the grill, otherwise I think he would
have joined me by wearing a robe.  He still found a way to look sexy in his
flannel lined jacket and sweats as we ate down in the rec.-room. A quiet
cuddle on the sectional was followed by a relaxing sauna, shower and then
bed.

We were up early the next morning.  Barry was there at 6:00 sharp, ready
for his workout.  Pete pushed him harder, and Barry kept up.  I broke away
to make a breakfast scramble, and the two wrestlers wolfed it down.

I was drinking in all of the masculinity before me.  They hadn't showered
this time, so there was a glow in their honest sweat.  They both seemed to
gain energy from the food and coffee, with Barry definitely getting a
second wind.  The banter at the table focused on who was the better
wrestler. I enjoyed seeing these two friends taunt each other, and
playfully suggested they wrestle after breakfast.

I could see that my idea motivated the two, I noticed sparks in their eyes.
Pride alone made them take up my suggestion.  We went down to the workout
room where they stripped down to just jocks.  The wrestling started out
almost tentative, they were testing how far they could go.

Don't get me wrong, seeing two almost naked men wrestling was a turn on,
but this bout was something more.  They were wrestling for personal
satisfaction.  I was just as turned on by the show of strength in these two
guys, well into their 50's, as I was by the show of flesh.  I didn't care
who won, I don't think they did either.  They just needed to prove to
themselves that they still had it.

They had it, and I was lucky to be watching it.  I think that both Pete and
I had underestimated Barry.  He was giving his all trying to best his old
foe.  No one was timing the match, I was enjoying every minute.  I walked
around the room, my sweats tenting to show my approval of the two mature
wrestlers.  They too were firming up, stretching their jocks as they
wrestled They finally ended in a breathless pile on the mat, neither
declaring victory.

I reached down to help the duo off the mat, but Barry pulled me into the
pile.  We embraced in a sweaty group hug.  I gave them both deep kisses to
show my approval of their performance.  I eventually led them out of the
workout room and into the shower.  It was tempting seeing the two, and I
contemplated tackling them both to have my way with them.  However a
sensuous shower won out.  Angelo had told Pete and I about the "Bear Wash"
he had experienced at the downtown sauna recently, so we tried that on
Barry.

I really enjoyed scrubbing him down, feeling his body.  I was at once
turned on by his fur, and the thought of shaving it before the photo
shoot. Pete was enjoying it too.  He rubbed his dick along Barry's
crack. "This is what I am going to win the next time we wrestle Barry" Pete
said.

Barry grabbed Pete's ass and said "Try it old friend.  I always thought you
had a nice ass, and I will accept it as my prize when I win."  I don't know
when they planned to wrestle, but I knew I wanted to watch.

We finally rinsed off.  Barry had some errands to run before we were to
meet that night.  On my suggestion he called the limo company and ordered a
second limo for sightseeing.  I wanted the "Three Amigos" to join us so we
planned to meet up an hour before the tour.

The rest of the day flew by getting ready for the tour of lights.  Pete got
some snacks together while I wrapped a few more presents.  I went home to
check email and found nothing important.  Charlie and Fred were there so we
caught up for a few minutes.  I could tell that Charlie and Angelo had
become close, but I sensed that Fred felt like a third wheel.  I hoped that
I would have a chance to feel him out during our outing that night.

It wasn't long after I got back to Pete's that the three of them were
walking up the driveway.  I think the planned limo ride upped the ante for
them, they all dressed up for the occasion.  I welcomed them inside and
took drink orders.  Two hot cocoas and a beer later, and the guys were
enjoying the snacks that Pete had set out.

We were soon joined by the ex-wrestlers.  Barry arrived early, then
Midnight, The Sheik and Giorgio arrived almost as one.  I took drink
orders.  Beer for Midnight and Barry, wine for Giorgio, and cocoa for The
Sheik.

Pete made introductions around the room.  As they were introduced, I
finally learned their real names.  Midnight was Rodney, and The Sheik was
Omar.  I was familiar with them from watching them years ago.  They all had
pictures on Pete's "Wall of Shame" but meeting them in the flesh was a
treat.

I was not the only guy enjoying this treat.  I had learned that Fred was a
huge wrestling fan back in the day, he really brightened getting to know a
few more of his idols.  He literally hung onto their every word in a case
of hero worship.  He finally had the nerve to ask a question.  "So,
Midnight, Sheik, how did you get your stage names?

In a very deep voice Rodney answered first.  "Because "Shaft" was already
taken" he laughed.  "And it wouldn't totally be truth in advertising
considering some of my opposition."  We all looked at Pete who shrugged it
off.  "You see it was the early 70's and Blaxploitation movies were the big
thing.  My character was all of the Pimp stereotypes rolled into one.  If
they would have had platform wrestling boots, I would have had them."

"How about you Omar?" Fred asked.

"I came to the US from Marrakesh for college at UMD.  While there I met the
guy who drove the tour bus for the local wrestlers.  I was low on money so
he suggested I try out.  It was a bit ironic that a struggling college
student was portraying a rich oil Sheik.  I was the Hollywood version of a
Sheik, complete with robe, a keffiyeh and sunglasses.  It was at the peak
of OPEC and I was a built in bad guy."

While the Three Amigos got to know Rodney and Omar a bit more, Pete
introduced me to Giorgio.  "Giorgio, meet my partner Kyle."  I think we
were both taken aback by the introduction.

"Partner huh?" Giorgio said.  "I always wondered who would catch you, I
never expected it to be a man.  Good to meet you Kyle, you must be extra
special to keep up with him"

I took his strong hand in greeting.  "Great meeting you Giorgio, I have
heard so much about you from Pete, and all of it good."  The other two were
sexy in their own way, but Giorgio was classically handsome.  I wondered
about his son.  "How's your boy Mario doing?"

"While he is doing good professionally, I don't think he is made for Pro
Wrestling.  I worry about him sometimes when he calls."

"I had a dream about him a few weeks back" Pete said. "I think that is a
sign that I should get in touch with him, I am his godfather after all."
Pete of course didn't go into detail about the dream.  It was the dream
that inspired a memorable fucking.

"You'll get your chance in March.  I just found out that he will be on a
wrestling bill at the DECC the second week of the month.  I will hit him up
for tickets for the group of us.  He still looks up to you Pete, it will be
great for the two of you to reconnect.  Maybe it will help him with this
whole wrestling career."

Fred offered refills for the group.  He suggested a beer or wine to Omar,
and the simple "I don't drink" was not lost on Fred or Charlie.  Fred found
some to-go cups and a thermos for the cocoa, beer and wine would be
available in the limo.  A knock at the door signaled the arrival of our
coaches.

We got our jackets and split off into two groups.  As much as I wanted to
experience this with Pete we decided to split up. I rode with Fred, Omar,
and Barry, while Pete was in the limo with Charlie, Angelo, Giorgio and
Rodney.  Both limo drivers were proud to start their tour at our house.
Caleb, the youngest limo driver, told us this was usually the way they had
ended their tours recently.  "These are the two most popular homes on the
tour, it is an honor to meet the guys behind them."

Once all of us made our way into the limos, we were off.  With a quick stop
down to see my house, and a turnaround at the dead end, we headed into the
city.  I sat next to Barry, while Fred and Omar huddled close to each
other.  Fred pointed out the details of both houses to Omar in much the
same way as I had to him a few days earlier.  The body language between the
two was hard to read.  Maybe it was false hope on my part, but I could
swear that I saw some subtle touching going on.

I couldn't blame Fred if that was the case.  Omar still had his swarthy
appeal from his wrestling days.  I remember how he would take off his robe,
displaying his black fur which fanned out over his pecs.  His thick frame
was imposing still.  His moustache, then the ultimate `70's full moustache,
was now more trim, but still coal black.  It brought attention to his full
lips.

Pete had once admitted to me that Omar was among the men that he had played
around with when he was wrestling.  Who knows, whether Omar was Mr. Right
or just Mr. Right Now, I hoped that Fred had found a friend.

Barry and I shared a bottle of wine, while the two of them sipped from
their cocoa.  I had more fun watching them get to know each other than the
watching the tour of lights.  There is no denying that Duluth is a
beautiful city, and this was a fun way to share it with friends.

One neighborhood near Piedmont took advantage of their prominent location
by going all out.  The limo snaked through it, slowing as it joined the
procession of cars viewing the lights.  By now Omar had his right arm
around Fred's shoulder.  I know that some cultures have a different view of
personal space, but this was intimate.

Neither Barry or I complained.  Yeah, Pete and I were a couple, but we
still shared intimate moments with friends.  Barry spent most of the tour
with his hand on my thigh.  He would let it slide up, feeling my dick which
was pulsing at his touch.  I was tempted at one time to take my dick out,
let Barry play a bit, but I wasn't sure what Caleb could see of the back
seat.

The tour continued, but as it went on I wanted more and more to be home
with Pete.  Soon we were heading back to West Duluth and down our street.
The limo driver opened the door for us, and bowed as we got out.  "Here's
to the owners of the best homes on the tour.  It was an honor to chauffeur
you tonight."

We all bowed to our drivers.  Pete put his arm around my shoulder as he
opened our house to our guests.  He pulled me in and whispered to me "Go
fire up the sauna."

Pete made some more cocoa, and offered beers around.  While prepping in the
kitchen he looked at me "Missed ya buddy."  He pulled me in again to kiss
me on the cheek.  "Giorgio already thinks the world of you and he just met
you.  I can't wait for you to meet Mario, he is a lot like his dad, very
handsome, but headstrong in his own way.  He may have gotten that trait
from his godfather."

I smiled at Pete's joke, then brought some drinks into the living room.  I
sat by Giorgio first.  "So tell me about the man that finally snagged Pete"
he said.

I gave him the PG version of meeting Pete, the rescue from the snow storm
and how we connected.  We talked about my graphics business and my
connection to the northland.  He was really interested in my graphics
business and I found out why.

"You should talk to Mario about graphics.  I think he took up wrestling as
a way to please his old man.  He doesn't know that the thing that would
please me the most is for him to be happy at what he does, and I don't
think wrestling is the career for him.  I have seen some of his work on the
computer.  That is when I see my son truly happy."

"I hope I can connect with him in March, because I would be happy to meet
him, talk things over."  I felt I had already connected with the father.
His priorities for his son impressed me. You could tell they were based on
pride, and love.  I saw a bit of my own dad in him.

We talked for a bit more, I could have gone on longer.  However Giorgio had
to leave.  "Guys, it has been great seeing you again, but I have to get
home to the bride.  I can't wait `til Monday and the photo shoot.  See ya
all then."

We said our goodbyes.  Giorgio offered his hand to shake, and I pulled him
into a hug.  He looked me in the eyes "Kyle, great meeting you I hope you
and Pete have a long life together.  You both deserve it."

Barry followed soon after.  "I have to be up early for my workout, I can't
disappoint my task master."  We hugged goodnight as he whispered "You have
fun tonight, but save some for the workout tomorrow."  He kissed me, then
groped my ass before leaving.

The few stragglers were pairing off.  Angelo and Charlie were sharing a
quiet moment at the kitchen table.  Meanwhile Fred was hanging onto every
word as Omar told him some wrestling stories from back in the day.  I made
sure drinks were filled while Pete busied himself in the kitchen. Rodney
asked for another beer, so I retrieved one.

When I returned Rodney patted the sofa next to him.  "Sit your ass down, I
want to get to know you better."  I sat down, he patted my thigh.  "You
must be a special man to handle old Pete here" he chuckled.

His voice was impossibly deep, it sent a jolt to my dick.  "Pete is a
special guy himself, I think I'm the lucky one."  Pete gave me a wink from
the kitchen.  I was sure he knew what was going through my mind.

Rodney leaned closer, whispered to me.  "Pete and I shared a female groupie
one time in Fargo.  Been wanting to do something like that since."  He
massaged up and down my thigh with his hand.  "Want to be the meat in a
Wrestler Sandwich?"

Fuck yeah I wanted that.  Pete came from the kitchen and sat down by me.
He put his meaty paw on the lump in my pants.  "I see my friend, and his
idea has met with your approval.  I told him you might be "up" for it."

"He's not the only one "up" for it" Rodney said as he place my hand on his
crotch.  "I have a feeling you will like what I have for you, and have you
begging for more" I felt the thickness that Rodney offered me, then
instinctively checked out Pete.  From touch it was a battle to figure out
who was better endowed.  Either way I would be the winner in this
competition.

Pete adjusted himself and then rose.  "Guys, you have free reign of the
house.  The hubby and I will be entertaining Rodney down in the sauna.
Join us if you want, or just pick out a guest room.  The robes are
downstairs if you need them.

Rodney leaned toward me, felt my hard dick as he kissed me.  Our tongues
wrestled for a bit as his hands roamed my body.  "Been a while since I have
had a three-way, and this will be the first time with just guys, looking
forward to it." He got up, pulled me up off the sofa and into his arms.

Our intimacy was a catalyst for Fred and Omar who were kissing on the
chair.  Fred had Omar's shirt open as he caressed the abundant black hair
on his belly.  "Feel like a sauna or shower?" Fred asked.

"Shower for me.  I can't take the heat" Omar said.  "Ironic for the guy who
was supposed to be from the desert huh?"  They rose, slowly shedding
clothes as they walked downstairs to the shower room.  The black hair
continued onto Omar's sexy butt.  It looked tasty as he walked away, I
hoped to sample it some day.

Rodney, Pete and I were about to head down to the sauna, but Charlie and
Angelo said their goodbyes.  "We'll show ourselves out" Charlie said.
"I've got something special for Angelo waiting back at the house.  I can
also turn off the lights."  We kissed our friends goodbye.  I knew they
shared the same special bond that Pete and I had.  Seeing them walk away
put a lump in my throat, which was oddly matched by the lump in my pants.

In a show of strength, Rodney picked me up and carried me downstairs.  Pete
laughed and said "You two get started while I turn off the lights."

Downstairs Rodney and I quickly stripped.  I briefly looked into the shower
room.  Fred was on his knees feasting on Omar's curved dick.  Yep, Fred was
doing what he was born to do, suck cock, and Omar was the lucky recipient.

Rodney caught me spying.  "Looks good" his deep voice startled me.  "But I
would rather have some of this." He grabbed my right cheek, then swatted my
left one with his dick.

I turned to kiss him, and stroked his thickness.  "That's what I want too.
I need the two of you to thoroughly fuck me.  I'm primed, let's hit the
sauna."

We quickly entered the sauna.  His big dick flopped as he followed me to
the top tier.  The dry heat was perfect as we developed a healthy sheen.  I
knew it didn't take long for Pete to turn off the lights, so I expected he
was giving us time to get acquainted.

Rodney's ebony body glowed in the amber lights of the sauna.  His wiry
chest hair was abundant, but in stark contrast to the silky hair that I
love on my man.  He was a good kisser, but I preferred the kisses I got
from Pete Yes, I spent my time comparing him to my man.  I slowly went from
kissing him to nibbling, licking and kissing my way down his throat, his
chest and stomach, and finally his cock.

His cock.  What could I say about his cock?  Only that it was the cut,
black twin to my lover's.  I took Rodney's rod into my mouth and slowly
tasted it as I went down to the base.  He responded by oozing pre-cum onto
my tongue as I slowly retreated.  My quirky mind thought of humming "Ebony
and Ivory" as I sucked on that dick.  Pete bested Rodney is the length and
taste department, but they were a close tie in girth.

I was so caught up in sucking Pete's twin, I didn't notice my man enter.
Rodney's deep laugh was my first clue, then the weight of Pete's dick on my
crack.  He slid his dick up and down, playfully nudging it in my sweaty
hole.  "I see you are making my old friend feel welcomed hubby.  I told you
he was good, I was right, wasn't I?"  Then as if to punctuate that, Pete
entered my ass in one slow long stroke.

"Hey, I was hoping it would be my dick opening that ass tonight" Rodney
joked.  "Save some for me."

"I'm just getting him primed.  You can have the main event.  Believe me his
ass will have you cumming in no time, he is a talented fucker."  I flexed
my sphincter, grabbing onto Pete's dick proving his point.  "Yeah you will
love this Rodney, much better than that groupie we shared in North Dakota."

Pete was riding my hole, I was flexing it for him.  Meanwhile my throat
gripped on Rodney's dick.  I was getting over heated sandwiched between
these two men in that hot sauna so I slowly pulled off Rodney's dick.
"Gotta rest guys, getting a bit too hot for me" I sat down beside Rodney,
Pete joined me on the other side.  I was between what would have been my
wet dream long ago, but was my reality that night.

We sat for a bit, slowing our heartbeat in the dry heat.  Rodney started to
feel my body.  "Quite a man you got here Pete."  He felt my biceps, I
flexed them slightly for him.  He stroked my stomach, I tensed my gut.  He
punched it lightly with his fists.  "Yep, quite the man.  And look at the
dick on him."  He held my dick as if inspecting it.  "If I was ever to get
fucked, this is the dick I would pick."

"Rodney, you would be lucky.  Kyle is quite the talented fucker.  He popped
my cherry, and taught me how to love it."

"WAIT, Pete got fucked?  You were always top dog, just like me."

"Rodney, I've rimmed, been rimmed, blown, and been fucked by Kyle.  He is
my equal.  You should try it."

Rodney looked at my dick, he held it tightly as he contemplated it.  "No
time like the present" he said and his thick lips engulfed my dick.

"Yeah... tasty isn't it?" I could see Pete grin as his friend bobbed up and
down on my dick.  He stood and watched closely as Rodney sucked me.  His
thick hands caressed his friends head as he feasted, encouraging Rodney to
take it in deeper. "Yeah, eat it down to the pubes buddy, suck my man's
rod.  Is this your first dick Buddy?" Pete asked.

Rodney nodded and grunted "mmm hmm" as he continued to suck on my cock.
Inspired by his first blow job, I oozed an extra large helping of pre-cum
with a grunt.  "Didja cum?" he asked as he pulled off my dick.

"Not yet, but I am close.  I will warn you before I come."

He went back to sucking.  Pete encouraged him "Yeah, take him deep.  Work
up a nice load from those balls of his.  You should suck on his balls, he
loves that.  Yeah, suck those balls, make those baby makers churn.  You are
going to take his cum aren't you?"

Rodney took my balls out of his mouth long enough to say "Damn right, I
don't do anything half-assed" as he went back to sucking my dick.

Neither did I.  Rodney had me close and the image of him chowing down on my
cock put me right over the edge.  "I'm cumminnnng" I grunted as I started
to shoot onto his tongue.  Pete's firm hand held Rodney's head as my dick
spurted five healthy shots into his mouth and down his throat.

He pulled off my dick, still holding the rigid pole in his hand as he
looked me in the eyes.  "Whew, that was fun.  Even tastes better than I
expected."

"You were great, are you sure that was the first time you sucked dick?" I
teased him.  "I'll have to think of an appropriate way to thank you."

"First I gotta cool down.  Then I will show Pete how to fuck that ass of
yours."

Upon exiting the sauna we noticed that Omar and Fred were enjoying an easy
sixty-nine on the sectional.  Any other day I might have been a voyeur for
a few minutes, but that night, I had two men to please.  We ducked into the
shower room.  Pete got two adjacent showers going as we started to scrub
down.

I should have been happy that I had two alpha males who were going to fuck
me royally, but I wanted some say in how the night went.  "Men, I know you
both want this ass, now you have to convince me who gets to fuck me first.
You each get two minutes to show me who deserves it."

Rodney grabbed me in a powerful embrace under the shower head and started
to kiss me, kneading my ass.  "I'll make you feel parts of your ass you
didn't know you had."  He poked his thick dick against my gut, pushing me
down a bit then turned me around swatting his cock against my cheeks.  He
then grabbed me from behind, wedged his dick in my crack, and rested his
bearded chin on my shoulder as he whispered to me. "I've got about a weeks
worth of cum for that butt of yours."  I almost backed my ass on that dick
there and then, but I needed Pete to make his argument.

Pete simply pulled me away, stood face to face, and looked me in the eyes.
"Actions speak louder than words babe" Pete said.  He then turned me
around, dropped to his knees, and started to feast on my ass.  I was so
over the edge at that point, I probably would have cum if Rodney hadn't
already gotten my load.  I put one hand against the tile wall, widened my
stance, and let Pete's tongue do it's job

Granted, I gave him more than his allotted time, but my talented hubby had
my butt open, ready for the winner.  Truth be told I knew who I wanted to
fuck me first, but I had to assert myself.  I turned around, slapped my
dick against Pete's cheek, then pulled him up face to face.  We kissed
under the shower as I slowly turned it off.

"The winner gets to finish me off.  Which means that Rodney, I expect you
to do a great job opening my ass for my hubby.  In fact, why don't you two
tag team me.  I grabbed towels from the hooks, threw them at the men, then
motioned for them to follow me

We walked by Omar and Fred, still going at it.  "Ya know there's an open
room at the top of the stairs" Pete reminded them.  They barely stopped
sucking long enough to acknowledge Pete's offer.

I laid down on top of the bed, spread eagle, dick pointing up as the two
wrestlers entered the room.  "You're up Rodney, how do you want me" I asked

"Scoot down to the edge of the bed.  I want to look you in the eyes as I
fuck you.  Pete can feed you his dick while I loosen your ass up."

I moved down and pulled my legs back, leaving my butt just at the edge of
the bed.  Damn, Rodney looked so sexy as he lined up his cock with my hole.

Pete grabbed a bottle of lube from the night stand and threw it to his
friend.  "Grease it up good Rodney.  Open him up for the main event."

Rodney made a production out of oiling his shaft.  He put some lube on his
dick then on the fingers of his left hand.  He slowly jacked his dick,
while he put first one, then two, then three fingers into my ass.

"Damn bro, it is going to be a pleasure fucking this tight hole."  While he
was frigging me, he stepped forward and slapped my butt with his ebony
shaft.  "You are one lucky dude, getting to fuck this ass any time you want
to Pete.  God I need it." And with that he pulled out his three fingers and
slid his dick in to the hilt.  "FFFFFUCKKKK" he said as he held onto my
thighs and started slamming away.

Pete got behind me, kneeling on the bed.  He spread his strong thighs,
giving me a natural place to rest my head as his friend screwed me.  His
hands held my shoulders as he looked down at me.  I could see the crooked
grin that let me know he was turned on by what he was seeing.  "That's
right Rodney.  Open my man's ass up.  Yeah Kyle, grip his dick with that
butt-hole of yours.  Don't send him over the edge yet Rodney, I gotta have
my turn."

Pete started to tap his fists lightly on my pecs in rhythm to the fucking
Rodney was giving me.  As Rodney gained intensity, so did Pete, pounding my
pecs and gut with his fist.  He quickly got off the bed and scrambled to be
behind Rodney.  "My turn, I need that ass." Pete grunted.

"Not yet, this is too good." Rodney kept pounding away, hitting my
prostate.  My cock was bouncing on my gut, oozing pecker tracks all over
it.  Rodney had me close already, but I wanted it to last.

"My turn buddy, or I might just have to fuck your black ass.  My man said
we had to tag-team him.  Give it up."

Rodney pulled out, slapped my ass with his dick then gestured "All yours"

Pete nudged his cock by my hole, then leaned forward.  In an unexpected
touch of tenderness he whispered "Damn I need this Kyle", kissed me, and
slowly entered me completely.  While Rodney's fuck had been a pile-driving
experience, this was almost gentle.  His pace was slow, the strokes long.
His strong arms lifted my legs, changing the angle of attack on my
butt-hole

Rodney was inspired by the change.  "Damn that is sweet" He bent down, got
really close, I could feel his warm breath.  "Bet you are loving this.  He
really knows how to love you doesn't he?"

I nodded a quick "Yesss."  Rodney quickly kissed my open mouth.  We tongue
wrestled for a bit while his strong hands held my head.  Pete's pace picked
up, but was still gentle.

"Boy you really did open him up Rodney."  I clenched my sphincter in
appreciation.  "Damn Kyle, don't send me over the edge yet."

Rodney ended the kiss, then slowly raised up still holding my head.  "It's
my turn soon.  Here, get me close so I can fill that butt of yours."  With
that Rodney turned my head to the side, and fed me his shaft.  "Oh yeah,
that looks so nice.  You are one lucky dude Kyle."  Rodney started to fuck
my mouth in the same loving rhythm that Pete was using on my ass.  I could
taste the pre-cum that was seeping from his knob as it passed over my
tongue.

We all were getting into it, each one of us ready to step over the edge.  I
looked at the two men who were fucking me.  They shared a knowing glance.
Rodney raised an eyebrow in question, Pete nodded yes.  Rodney used his
right hand to tag his old wrestling foe.  "My turn" he said as he withdrew
his dick from my mouth to go stand by Pete.  "Gonna fill this ass with my
cum."

Pete bent over, gave me a quick loving kiss, then withdrew.  Rodney quickly
took his place, both in my ass, and on my lips as he bent over to kiss me.
"You've made this old man feel young" he whispered.  He then lifted my legs
a bit more, and slammed home, shooting five generous spurts of cum in my
hole.  Pete stood by Rodney, arm on his shoulder as he continued to spasm
in my ass.  They kissed as Rodney slowly pulled out.

I wasn't empty long.  With one thrust Pete was balls deep. He churned the
cum that Rodney had left there, then quickly added his own deposit.  He
collapsed on bed with me as he slowly continued to screw me.  Rodney had
already found the chair by the window.  He sat there, watching the two of
us continue our love making.  "Looks nice" he said as he absent mindedly
stroked his cock.

Pete was spooning behind me on the bed as he continued fucking his dick in
my ass.  "You really do make an old man feel young" he said, then shot
another smaller load in me.

Rodney got up and walked into the master bath.  I heard him piss while Pete
was still gyrating his dick in my hole.  Pete finally stopped fucking me,
but left his still hard dick firmly implanted.

Rodney came out of the bathroom.  "Guess it is time for me to go."

"Stay the night if you can."  I patted the bed in front of me.  Rodney laid
down, I pulled him back into a hug.  My hard dick found a home nesting in
the crack of his bubble butt.  Pete started a slow rhythm again.  I
responded by nudging my knob into Rodney's rosebud.

He held his hand back to stop me.  "Not tonight buddy.  But if I ever give
up this cherry, I know who is getting it."