I walk into the bedroom. I turn around, facing him. He throws me down. My back falls on the mattress. get ready now because i’m going to drive my cock deep into your pussy

“Dave, are you ready for a real man to fuck you? Not all those L.A. queens who always want to get fucked by you, but a real man who’s going to drive it deep into your pussy.”

he said what i wanted him to say! yes a real man! and when i’m done with you you’ll never want to fuck another guy again youll just be a total bottom that needs a cock in your pussy every second of the day

He pulls down my Calvins, then opens the drawer of a chest to the side of the bed, pulling out a condom and some lube.

“Mike, you got to be careful. I…never…really have that done to me very often.”

He smiles sinister like what you say will have any effect on what i want to do with you youre just a pussy whore like all the other pussies in west hollywood he puts on the condom, then begins lubing it up then squirts another batch of lube onto his fingers. He walks to the end of the bed. And then oh yes he is he spreads my legs apart and places his knees between them.

“Don’t you worry, little boy. I’ll be gentle at first and then I’ll be hard, and then in the end you’ll never have to fuck another L.A. queen again because all you’ll be able to think about is how good my cock feels in your pussy.”

oh yes he is such a man and i’m in his total control but i’m shaking i can’t do this it will change me cant be the pussyboy i want to be i’m a man a jock the son of a vietnam vet the son of a dutch reformed christian farmer and dad there will be times in life where you must persevere over temptation and you do so by knowing what is right it always comes down to the three most important things in life god family and team and god sees me sinning to be fucked by a man no thoughts of procreating just dirty sex and family will be appalled would disinherit me and team they think i’m a jock a competitive macho football player and i’m just a sissy boy and oh he’s ready to mount me

“Relax now. Soon you will open up to me. Open up now. You know you want it.”

yes i want it i want him in me i want to be his pussyboy i want him to be in me all the time and in months to come dad will be dead and i will be free and mom will come to visit and she will find me with my arm around mike my man and me being the girl of the pair wearing earrings and a tight spandex shirt and a bracelet and chain around my neck and mike being such the man meeting my mom and saying why dont you girls do some shopping while i work in the garage oh yes he’ll be my mine and he’s coming in! i feel it entering such a man a mans cock in me

“That’s it now, baby. Open up. You know you want this. It’s going deep into your pussy. Tell me how much you want it.”

tell him how much i want it how could i oh its tightening

“Okay, careful now.”

“Hey, loosen up, baby. Tell me how much you want it. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

such a man tell me your my pussyboy

“Tell me now. Tell me you’re my pussyboy. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Mike, I…uh…”

“I’m going to ram it in hard unless you tell me!”

i’m your pussyboy oh how i’m your pussyboy

“Okay. Okay. I’m…your…pussyboy.” i say it without expression as though i don’t mean it but oh i mean it just give in i have to anyway he’s totally in control this is the real me not the son of a vietnam vet farmer not a member of the l.a. quake i’m a nellie girlfriend

“Oh, yeah baby. You’re feeling good. You’re feeling oooh!” he goes in deep the mans into me i’m feeling all of him a real man and i’m his girlfriend i’m his pussyboy i’m his total bottom i groan he can tell the pleasure of that groan now i can show him because now i am free i am free to be who i am and he is so deep into me i was born to be fucked i was born to be a pussyboy

“Oh baby, your pussy feels so good. What do you like now?”

he knows just what i like

“To be fucked by you.” I say it so strongly showing him what i want. “To have you fuck my pussy all night long.”

That gets him going he drives harder and harder fucking my pussy all night long. oh and now i am free now i am truly free

Wrestler for Hire

Greg Herren

I can’t believe I am doing this, I thought to myself for maybe the thousandth time, lighting another cigarette and pacing.

I know I shouldn’t be smoking—usually when I’m about to wrestle I keep my bad habit a secret. I don’t tell my opponent I smoke; I rinse my mouth out several times with mouthwash and gobble breath mints like M&M’s. Intellectually, I know I’m not fooling anyone—you can’t get years of smoke stink out of your breath, off your clothes, and out of your hair in just a couple of minutes with Scope and Tic Tacs—but no one has ever said anything about it. Maybe they’re just being polite—maybe they just want to wrestle so bad they don’t care—maybe that’s why some of them won’t ever wrestle me a second time. Fuck if I know. There’s no point in trying to figure out people’s motivations. I figured that out a while back. If they don’t want to wrestle me again, I just blow it off and shrug. Hell, there’s guys I won’t wrestle a second time.

Manhattan is full of wrestlers—all the contact sites have pages and pages of Manhattan wrestlers, many of them with stunning bodies and into the same kind of wrestling I am. But I am only here on business for a few days, and my time is pretty limited. I am meeting one of my publishing buddies for drinks downstairs in a couple of hours, and this is the only real open window of time I have for a match. None of the guys I’d e-mailed or friends had recommended I get in touch with could make it at this time, which sucked. I’d hoped to get a match in while in New York.

One guy I’d wrestled had told me after we’d wrestled that sometimes, when he was in the mood to wrestle, he picked up a street hustler and paid him fifty bucks to wrestle with him for an hour. I’d been shocked—the thought of paying someone to wrestle when there were plenty of guys out there who’d do it for free didn’t make sense to me. Although I’d gone months at a time without wrestling—sometimes I could coax a bar pick-up into wrestling around, but while they liked it and got into it, they didn’t really know what they were doing and it wasn’t that much fun. Oh, sure, my cock had gotten hard and the sex was always intense, but it wasn’t what I really wanted.

After my lunch meeting was over and I’d come back to the hotel, the escort thought kept going through my mind. I’d never hired one, and I was a little nervous about it. But I’d picked up one of those gay bar rags with the big escort section in the back and started paging through it in my room, and then it just jumped out at me.

WRESTLER FOR HIRE. You like to wrestle? Then I’m the stud for you. 5'9", 200 pounds of solid muscle; 31 waist, 50 chest, 20 arms, 28 quads. Out only. Chase.

There was a picture of a bare torso that made my mouth water. His body was smooth, tanned—the muscles huge and defined. With my hand shaking a little bit, I picked up my phone and dialed the number. He answered on the second ring. “This is Chase.” His voice was deep, masculine. My cock started to move inside my underwear.

“Um, hi, Chase, my name is Greg, and I was wondering if you had any time available this afternoon?”

“Well, yeah, about four. Does that work for you? How long?”

“Two hours?”

“Okay, I charge two hundred per hour, cash only. That a problem?”