Date: Mon, 15 Mar 2021 21:36:32 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Domination delayed - installment 2

When Tom called  Rich Z to set up their "date,"  he was filled with
confused feelings.   He knew now that Rich was gay and had been when they
wrestled.  He also knew, of course, that Rich had fucked him ten years or
so ago, and he remembered enjoying it.  He didn't HAVE to call  Rich
back:  Rich had never asked Tom for his contact info, and Tom could have
just gone on his way, letting this meeting be just a chance encounter
that he'd forget about in time.
But he called.  And when he held the phone in one hand, he had his hand
on his crotch, playing with it each time he heard Rich's voice.  The tone
- almost a laughing at everything - and the mid range voice - were
exactly how he remembered it.  Rich's voice hadn't changed, nor had his
being gay.  Had anything changed?  THAT's where Tom got confused.    As
he and Rich were chatting, he was playing through in his mind what he was
going to say :  "Rich it's glad to see you, but what happened that one
time, is never gonna happen again," or  "I think we should just not see
each other Rich.  It's too uncomfortable for me," or was he going to say
... "would you like to come upstairs for a little while?  "

HE DIDN"T KNOW.  And Rich wasn't giving him any help.  He just said
"Yeah, we can catch up on things, relive the past, all that shit.  I
don't have to work on Saturday this week, so we can even get shit faced
if we want. " Tom smiled.  He remembered some of the "shit face o'ramas"
that the teams would have after a meet.  He and Rich almost always sat at
different tables, but he remembered one, where Rich was sitting very
close to him.  And he remembered that someone at the table had wrapped
his foot around Tom's, and wouldn't let it go.  Tom didn't make a smart
remark, or try to get out of it.  He DID blush.  And when whomever was
doing it released it,  he wanted that foot back.  Was that Rich?

So they were meeting at a bar close to both of their apartments on Friday
at 7.  Tom seemed to go on automatic pilot that morning as he dressed,
and he picked out an outfit that always got attention:  his dark blue
broadcloth shirt, the red and black striped tie, the dark pants:
charcoal he thought the color was called.  Tom was not tall, but he
carried himself very well.  He was 6 feet tall and a solid  170 (when he
was swimming).  He chose colors that made him look taller.  He kept his
hair on the short side, and it was just curly enough that he had no
trouble grooming it.  Early in his life, Tom had had a bad experience
with acne, and  it had left scars.  The scars, though, seemed to add an
element to his face:  it gave him an extra air of ruggedness.  Add dark
brown eyes, and soft pink lips.  He was, as his mom had put it  "a
looker."

Rich was build differently.  Shorter - probably 5'9" or 5'10"  "on a good
day" he'd joke. Like all the men in his family, he suffered from a
receding hairline, and at his age, "Z" was going bald.  He didn't use any
kind of replacement.  He had been advised not to because he had very
broad facial features, and the receding hairline actually complimented
him.  He had a big, BIG smile - it seemed that Rich was ALWAYS laughing
at the world.  Blue eyes, and unlike Tom, he was NOT hairy.  He could go
without shaving for 3 days, and he'd have almost no beard. Unlike Tom, he
was a bit of a "player," and never failed to "bag" as he called it, at
least one guy when he went out cruising.
What was interesting, was when he spoke to his buddy Mike Hart,  is that
he didn't speak of "bagging" Tom.  His exact words were  "I just want to
see where this goes.  I know what I want, but I don't want to force it:
unless we're roleplaying, hahaha, and that'll come later.

Tom left work a little early that day.  He had looked at himself in the
mirror and thought  "this doesn't work.  Not for Z."  Then he thought
"where the hell did that come from?", walked away, then came back to the
mirror.  He took off his tie, he opened an extra button.  He rolled up
his sleeves.  He shook his head, and left to go home to change.  He put
on a pair of dark cream colored jeans, and a very snug dark blue polo
shirt .  He NEVER wore the polo shirt:  he thought it was too revealing:
his nipples pointed out in it as if he were begging them to be
assaulted.  The shirt itself barely covered his torso.  He checked the
mirror and...
"WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING TRYING TO SEDUCE HIM?"   He shook his head
again, but he didn't change.  Instead , he headed out to the bar to meet
Rich.  Rich saw him and got up and smiled.
"WALES!  LOOK AT YOU.  YOU COULDA WALKED OUT OF THE YEARBOOK."
Tom blushed.  "Hey.  I just wanted to look good for a reunion."
"Well.. you succeeded.  Hey, first round's on me.  Whatcha having?"  Tom
drank margaritas, no salt, while Z stuck to beer.  Tom was wondering if
he was going to feel Z's foot trap his, but that didn't happen.  Still,
the conversation flowed.  Z would stretch occasionally, and when he did,
he'd lock his hands behind his head and push out his body.  His muscles
popped a little, and Tom felt himself being seduced.
"You still got the guns, Wales!  LOOK .  They should be illegal."  Z
reached out and squeezed Tom's left bicep.  Tom didn't recoil, or do
anything.  Maybe he should have eaten something before they met,  but he
felt himself almost intoxicated as he sat there.
Conversation switched to high school after they had caught up on their
lives, and eventually to wrestling.  Tom took a deep breath.
"This is kinda an embarrassing question Z, but I'm gonna ask you.  You
had my number GOOD.  There was NO WAY I could beat you.  Coach and I
looked at tapes, we analyzed each move, we looked at your technique in
other matches to see if we could figure out what I was doing, and we
never found anything.  You must have had a secret.  "  Tom smiled.
"You ready to spill the beans, now that it doesn't matter?"
"Who says it doesn't matter?  HAHAHAHAHA"  Z laughed, and Tom laughed
along, wondering if it meant what he thought it did.
"I have to tell ya Tom,  what you and your coach did, my coach and I did,
too.  He told me it was statistically impossible that I would beat you
every time.  We looked, and looked, and we never found anything.  And
then... " He smiled and leaned forward.
"Don't take this the wrong way.  One day, the Coach's daughter came to
see him and asked what we were watching - she liked YOU a lot.  When we
told her, she laughed.  I remember she said  "Oh, it's easy.  He's got a
crush on you Z.  " Tom lowered his eyes, although he knew Z's were locked
on him.
"Did you, Wales?"  Z asked softly.
"I don't know.  If I did, I wasn't really aware of it, but... but... when
you beat me that time when you came to get your brother... and you told
me what you wanted... well, I was ready to give it up.  I wanted it to be
you.  "
"Then why didn't  you call after that?  I thought you were mad"
"And I thought you were just notching another victory ."
"WALES.... You're smarter than that.  Did you ever hear anyone talk about
what happened?  Did it ever leak out?"
Tom sat back for a minute.
"No. No.  I never heard a word."
That silly grin appeared on Rich's face.
"Now, if I thought of it that way.. If I thought about it as 'I fucked
Wales," and wanted to brag, don't you think you would have?"
"I guess" was Tom's reply.
Z looked a lot more serious than he ever did.
"Tom, I always considered it a true honor that you gave it up for me.  To
this day I can't figure out why you did."
Tom was quiet.  Z asked  "Did you ever sleep with any other men?"  Then
he spoke again.
"SORRY.  That's not my business.  Don't answer."
"No, I can answer it.  None.  "
Z laughed.  "I spoiled you.  No man could match up"
Tom laughed back, somewhat uncomfortably.  They were into third rounds
and he started to get up.
"Z, this has been really great, but it's beginning to get late, and I
should get home.  Probably you should too."
Z just looked at him with that mysterious smile. Tom broke.
"Ok.  I'll make coffee if you wanna come by, but that's it.  A coffee.  "
"Coffee sounds good Wales."
As they walked back to Tom's apartment, he thought he felt Rich brush his
hand against his ass once or twice, but it was very light.  He couldn't
say yes or no.
"This is a NICE place Wales.  Doesn't say 'a jock lives here at all."
"Better not.  A jock DOESN"T live here.  An engineer does.  One who works
too damn hard and gets paid too little money.
Then Rich walked right up to him.
"And probably gets far too little sex."  Z's hands had dropped to Tom's
wrists. Tom felt Z slowly  moving them behind his back.
"Z. No.  I don't want this."
"Then why aren't you fighting back, tom?  Why'd you dress in what is the
sexiest outfit you have? Damn. You know how many times I wanted to reach
across the table and tweak your tits?
 Not Tom was totally confused.  He could have fought when his wrists were
in front of him, but pinned behind him, he could squirm and struggle, but
Z was still strong enough to keep them pinned.
"You still have a crush on me, Wales?"
Tom was in mental agony.  What should he say?  His pants were so tight
that his growing cock was showing - so was Rich's.  Every time Rich
pulled his wrists back to the spot behind him, he wanted more.  He saw
Rich's smile, his eyes.
"Yeah.  Yeah I do."
"Prove it."  Rich moved in to kiss Tom and Tom responded.  That's when
Rich  let tom's wrists go, and they embraced in the middle of the room.
"You wanna know how many billable hours I threw away thinking about that
kiss, Wales?"
"You wanna know how many hankies I've stained thinking about what I want
from you, Z"
"What's that sexy?"
"you on top of me.  In me."
"Lead the way Wales.  I gotta get to know your bedroom better."

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Z had grown into a superb kisser.  Wales? Not so much.  Z had to stop him
occasionally.
"Less teeth big man.  Less teeth.  Easy. Easy..." He kissed Tom on his
lips instead of pushing his tongue into his mouth and then he ran his
tongue around Tom's lips.
"You like that sexy?"
"Oh God, YES.  I do.  I don't remember you kissing me like that."
"I did more at school than study law, Wales.."  He sat up on Tom's torso,
and he began thumb torturing his nipples.
"NNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGG"  tom had a bass voice, but he was hitting high
notes as Z got to work.
"How about you slip out of that shirt, Wales?  Let me introduce you to
the fine art of tongue and scruff on nipples.
Tom's reaction made Z think that maybe he was going too far, too soon.
tom bucked so hard, Z had to control him by reaching behind and pushing
his hand into Tom's crotch - hard.
"Sorry...."  tom  grunted out. "sorry.. I never felt anything like that..
OOOOOOOOOOOOOH.."  Z had moved his scruff to tom's ear.  He whispered.
"You thought I had found an Achilles'  heel when we wrestled.  Never
did.  But I'm gonna find them now.  ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG"  He attacked
tom's ear, and the moans let him know... he found one.
"Z..  Please.. I need it. I need it.  I'm not gonna last long.  "
"Your wish precious, is my command. "   Z got up to get undressed.  As
tom did, Z smiled.
"Look at those beautiful feet.  Ever wonder what it'd be like to have
them tied, and tickled for a long, LONG time?
tom laughed.  "Try to do that, and you might lose teeth.  My feet are
VERY ticklish.
"OOOOOOOOOH.  Wales.  You shouldn't have told me that.  I love a
challenge. " He paused.  "Almost as much as I love your body."  He kissed
tom from his neck, down to his navel.  When tom reacted by laughing
hysterically, Z raspberried  Tom's navel  and he laughed more.
"STOP. STOP PLEASE.  It's only a first date?"
"Technically yes, but really."  Z  bent forward and kissed him.
"It's our second date, just ten years later."  He smiled.
"OK stud. We've both been waiting for this for a week, let's not kid
ourselves."  Z grabbed tom's ankles, and pulled his legs up in the air.
He took a look at the back of tom's knees and began thinking  "him
hogtied.  My fingers right there."  His cock got harder, and he began to
slide into tom.
"No fingers this time wales.  Just my totally unleashed cock. I waited
ten years for this..
"OH GOD.  So did I.  It was worth the wait.... MMMMMMMMM.  "  Tom lay
back as Z continued his kissing assault.  At one point, he licked tom's
dick head, and tom stopped him.
"Don't do that.  Please.  "
"Hmmm.  "  Rich thought.  "Most guys LOVE blow jobs. I'll have to figure
that out.  " He began plunging in, taking tom's ass.  He remembered some
of that first time, and he remembered how tight tom had been.  He was
tight again.  It took some effort to get Tom to relax, but when he did, Z
flooded tom's ass with his cock, and tom just closed his eyes and moaned,
licking his lips, smiling.
Z whispered. "I'm gonna pull out wales, because I didn't bring a rubber.
"  He sat back on tom, and played with one nipple while he jerked with
the other. He noticed tom wasn't jerking himself.
"You waiting gorgeous?  You got a beautiful cock?"
"MMMM.  Thank you.  I  just wanna see yours."  In a few minutes, he saw
Z's cock  shoot jizz all over him.  He just missed tom's eye.
"GOD that was great wales.  " He bent down and kissed him.  He kissed
tom's forehead.
"How're you doing? You ok?"  tom smiled.
"I think... I think  I'm better than I have been in a long, long time."
"THAT's what I wanna hear Wales.  Hey... this guy is still standing up
real stiff.  You want me to take care of him?  tom shook his head.
"I'm gonna want to get cleaned up.  I'll take care of myself in the
shower.
"Ok.  Suit yourself.  (Z didn't know that tom was still embarrassed about
having a climax in front of another man.).
"Hey, how about a goodbye kiss before  you get cleaned up?  Z asked.  Tom
looked at him quizically.
"It's not a huge bed, but it's big enough for two.  Don't you wanna stay?
Z looked down for a minute.
"It's ok?  You don't mind? "
"Hell no.  I was hoping that, maybe, if I kept you trapped here, I could
get some more tomorrow morning.
"Hah hah.  " Z responded.  "THAT Wales, is almost as much of a sure thing
as me kicking your ass in wrestling.