Chapter 2 - The First Time

“Wrestle me” he says.  “Make me submit.”

I can hardly believe it.  That little shit thinks he”s so cute.  Gets me all
worked up, takes me to the edge, and then he leaves me there hanging...
Okay, so maybe not quite hanging.  So maybe he did take me over the edge and
back again.  But he started it again, he started!

The water shooting down from the shower head is hot, and the air feels heavy
with steam.  The shower is a large one, more than comfortable for two, a
fact that”s been tested more than once over the years.

The image is still clear...  The look of smug satisfaction on his face,
knowing that he had me.  Knowing that there was no way I could say no to his
demands.  And he didn”t even wait for me to answer!  He just turned and
walked out of the room saying “Go grab a shower while I set things up...”

Set things up?  What could he possibly be doing?  I”ve read a bit about guys
that set up rings at home, but that takes time and preparation.  Not to
mention space! The basement, though big enough, is pretty much full up, and
the backyard is covered in about a foot of snow.  So what”s he doing?  None
of the other rooms are big enough!  Except....

The chill that runs up my spine is a mixture of fear and excitement.  The
living room...  The big room in the front of the house with the even bigger
bay window.  The view of the front yard and the road beyond it are pretty
fantastic...  And the view from the road, looking straight into the house is
probably just as nice... Especially if there”s two people rolling around on
top of one another at the time.

How can he even consider this?  What if someone looks in and sees us?  It”s
not like we”re doing anything wrong, but still...  Just thinking about it is
enough to make me wonder if the reward is worth the risk.  But I know it is..
Even before I can consider calling off this whole little game of his, I know
I won”t... I can”t.  I need this.  I need him.  I need him completely under
my control and at my mercy.  I need his ass as my plaything, and I”m going
to do whatever I need to to make it mine.

And there is something exciting about the risk of getting caught.  It”s a
weird thrill really, but I”m actually getting turned on by the idea of some
strange guy standing at the road watching us...  Wondering what we”re doing
and how it will all end.  And when it does, when he”s seen me dominate
another man, he”ll go home and dream of being that man.  He”ll wish that he
could be the one, to be dominated by me and to be taken by me.  He”ll find
ecstasy just imagining that he was mine...

I”m hard again.  The water is running down my chest and my cock is throbbing
in my hand.  I didn”t even realize that I”d started to stroke myself.
Better to save it though.  I want to be primed and ready to go when I pin
him to the floor... Stake his ass with my throbbing cock...  And hear him
beg me for more.
The warmth of the shower is replaced with a slap of cool air as I step out
into the bathroom.  The mirror has fogged over and the air is filled with a
fine mist.  I stand there for a moment, the cooler air making my nipples
harden.  My cock has softened, looking now like a thick rope dangling down
from my crotch.  I look down and smile...  “Soon enough”, I say, and it
stirs as though it understands me.

I dry quickly, toweling off my hair and face first, rub down my chest and on
down to my legs, made strong from daily jogs around the neighbourhood each
morning and long walks through the park at lunch.  I towel off my ass last,
firm and rounded.  Overall I”m proud of my body.    I may not have the
bulging muscles of a bodybuilder, but I”ve got a good build.  Good abs, with
just enough definition to turn heads...  Solid pecs too.  It”s a nice
package, made sweeter by the snake that dangles between my legs.

I”ve always enjoyed the look on guys faces when they finally see it.  Most
guys just stop and stare... When I go to the gym I always make a point of
walking around the lockerroom and showers with my cock out and proud.  I”ve
caught more than one guy licking his lips after catching a look at it...
And one or two of them”s even got a chance to do more...

I don”t usually get involved with other guys at the gym, but I guess I”d
have to admit that I”ve been taken in by one of those hot gym tone bodies
from time to time.  Sometimes it didn”t amount to much... A quick blowjob in
the shower when no one else was around.  Others weren”t so bold, so we”d go
back to their place and I”d show them my tool up close and personal.  It
always ended the same though...  We”d suck, I”d fuck, and that”d be the end
of it.  No strings, no expectations, and no second date.  Oh sure, some of
them wanted it, but my heart just wasn”t in it.  There”s a big difference
between a quick fuck, no matter how sweet, and an invitation to spend some
time together.   It just never seemed worth it... Until he came along.

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I still don”t know what made him different than the others.  It all started
out the same...  A smile and nod when we were both using the machines.  He
walked in while I was on the treadmill... My shirt was off, lying on the
floor where I”d dropped it, and I had on a pair of really short shorts... I
was showing lots of skin, and I knew it.  What fun is there in being at the
gym if you”re not going to show things off a bit?  He settled on a rowing
machine directly across from me and started right in to his work out.  I
guess I was a bit surprised, because most guys usually stop and admire the
goods a bit longer... He just didn”t seem interested though... Too bad,
because he”s pretty good looking, I thought to myself.  I”d guessed him to
be about 6 feet tall, which gave him a few inches on me (though I was
betting I could beat him out in the the inches that count).  He looked a bit
heavier too...  More bulk overall, but mainly in the chest and arms.

I looked up into his face and saw that he was looking straight at me.  Damn!
He”d caught me checking him out the same way I”d caught so many other guys
giving me the once over.  He smiled again, this time a bit wider.  I smiled
back, but with less enthusiasm... No way is this kid going to think he”s
running the show, I thought.  And that was another thing.  He looked a lot
younger than I”d normally go for.  I knew he had to be at least 19, it was
the minimum age for members of this club.  But he sure didn”t look much
older than that!  And there was no way some punk-ass kid was going to make
me come to him.  If he was interested, he could work for it.  And if he
worked hard enough, I might just show him what a real man could do...  It
might even be his first time, though it”d definitely be his best.

Careful, he said.  You don”t want to wear yourself out.  His words cut
through my day dreaming like a knife.  I looked into his face again in time
to see him wink and walk off.  Nice ass, I thought.  But wait a second...
What was that crack about wearing myself out?  That cocky little SOB is
gonna learn!

I”d hopped off the treadmill and headed towards the door he”d just walked
through before I even realized that I”d left it running, not to mention
forgot my shirt and towel.  By the time I got my stuff and gone back through
the door he was gone...

There were four doors leading off the hallway he”d disappeared into.
Where”d the little fucker go?  I wondered, heading towards the first door.
This door led to the lockerroom area and it led in to the showers.  I pushed
through and all but ran through to the showers.  No one.  I guess I should
have known, because there was no sound of running water.  So I headed back
out into the hall.

Hmmmm....  The pool in the basement or the sauna room...  I knew the fourth
door led to a staff only area, and I was sure this guy wasn”t staff.  So
which was it?  He could be in the hot tub room down stairs by the pool, or
he could be in the sauna.

I started down the stairs to the pool first, but stopped when I heard
voices.  “Don”t add too much chlorine or we”ll get more complaints from the
gym bunnies upstairs” the first voice said.  “Don”t worry,” the second
responded. “What are they going to do anyway, flex at us?”  The laugh that
followed was more like a crude snort than anything else.  So he”s probably
not down there, I thought.  Unless he”s busy blowing the pool guys.

So I headed back up the stairs and towards the sauna, and that”s where I
found him...  He was lounging there like a cat in the sun...  His towel
draped across him, he looked up as I entered.

“Wow, I was beginning to think you weren”t coming...”  he said.  I stopped.
He was expecting me! What was going on here?  “Why would you think I was
coming at all?” I asked, though I didn”t quite meet his eyes as I said it.
“Gee, maybe I was wrong then...” he replied.  “I thought you were the gym
stud...  The big fuck around here.”

“I guess I must have been wrong...” he said with a smirk.  And then he
rolled back onto his back and closed his eyes.  The arrogant little fucker!
I couldn”t believe this was happening...  Well I”d show him, I thought.

Hooking my thumbs in either side of my shorts I pushed them down with a
violent thrust.  I stood there for a moment, wearing nothing more than my
overstuffed jock, and glared at him.  He ignored me...  That was the last
straw!

I all but ripped my jock off and and took another step towards him...  “Blow
me.” I demanded.  He turned lazily towards me and opened one eye.  “Why
shoud I?” he asked.  “Maybe you should blow me instead...” and with that he
pulled away his towel revealing his semi-hardened member.  It wasn”t as big
as mine, I noted with arrogant pride, but it certainly wasn”t small either.

“So what are you waiting for?” he drawled.  “Get to it already”.   Again his
arrogance caught me off guard and I was left without a response.  Then he
reached down and flipped his hardening cock up, slapping it again his
stomach...  His invitation was clear.

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“What are you doing in there?  Rebuilding the plumbing?”  His voice cut
through my day dream and I suddenly realized once again where I was...  And
what I was about to do.

We”d talked about wrestling once or twice, but it had never been anything
serious... Or so I had thought.  And now here I was, moments away from
living a fantasy... Someone else”s fantasy.  It”s not like I was turned off
by the idea of wrestling to win someone”s ass, but I also wasn”t used to
having to earn that right.  Most guys I”d known had been more than willing
to give their ass up to me, along with anything else I might have wanted.
But this guy, he was different.  He never just gave in to what I wanted, and
he wouldn”t just accept what I was willing to give.  He always wanted to
push the limits, and he didn”t seem to care what the price might be...

Then again, why should he care?  Especially this time, when the price for
him was nothing more than what he”d given over to me a dozen times before....
It was the price I would pay if I lost...  He wanted my ass and there was
going to be no stopping him if he won.

I have to admit that I”m not a complete “anal virgin” as some people say.
I”ve played with butt plugs and small vibrators.  I”ve had more than one guy
rim me out down there, and the odd one even got to finger my hole a bit.
But it never went beyond that.  I was the top.  I was the fucker, not the
fucked.  But this time it could be different...  The thought of it turned me
on in a strange way.  I couldn”t help but wonder what it would be like to be
on the receiving end of a big fat cock, thrusting in and out of me with
abandon.  And I knew that it would be aggressive... I knew that he wouldn”t
want to go slow and easy on me if he won...  The price the loser pays...

But I wasn”t going to lose. There was no way I could lose this, not when
there was so much at stake.  I would win, and I would teach him once and for
all that I was the man and he was mine.

“C”mon already!” he called in.  “Or have you already realized you”re going
to lose and you”re going to take what”s coming to you like the boy you are.”
That stung.  The boy I am... I”m the man, and he knows it.  And if he
doesn”t, well then he”s going to learn very soon just what a real man can
do.

Walking down the hall from the bathroom to the living room I felt my cock
swell with anticipation.  This was going to be fun.  Dominating him was
going to be...  

“What the...?”