Date: Thu, 17 Sep 2009 12:07:26 -0700 (PDT) From: D One Subject: Meat "We keep em strong, horny and hungry" the Asst. Coach said. Carl heard him as he grabbed the body that moved towards him. He lifted and threw the guy to the floor feeling the opponents arms grabbing his legs at the same time. He inhaled for more energy instantly experiencing the musky aroma of sweat that permeated the workout room. "Good. What about that one?" the man standing beside the Asst. Coach asked. Carl looked up. The two were looking at another wrestlers on the matte next to theirs. Sam was one of the wrestlers. He was in Carl's weight class. The two had often practiced together. "Yea he might do it" the Coach had said "And that one will no doubt" the mans eyes locked briefly with Carl's. It was distracting enough for Carl to end up on the floor feeling two knees pushing his shoulders to the matte. He was pinned. The Asst. Coach was a friend. They had bumped into each other in a dance bar two summers ago. "Hey" the man had said. Carl was embarassed to be discovered in a gay place. He wasn't in the closet but didn't go around campus broadcasting he was gay either. They talked about this and that, classes, wrestling and Carl's summer job. They moved to the dance floor and were soon both shirtless and sweating, their relationship changing with each gyration. "So you got a date later?" The Coach had asked. Carl said he didn't. "OK let's go" Carl didn't refuse or have a second thought. The night of sex seemed a natural out growth of the half naked dancing they had done for hours. "Not sure is he going to lose that fast?" The man asked. Carl pushed the wrestler off him and threw him to the matte instantly pinning him. It was the way NCAA wrestling match rules said but he didn't want to look like a loser in front of his friend the Coach either. Sam and Carl stood still panting from their workout. The rest of the team had moved to the weight room, where they would go soon. Sam had removed the top half of his singlet letting his muscled torso get air. Carl took his cut sleeve sweatshirt off as well. "You two are friends, right?" The Asst. Coach asked Sam and Carl as they stood in the mans office. They nodded though they hadn't really socialized with each other. "This is a friend of mine, soon to be yours too. Mr. Ryan. He's got a fund raiser goign on for the team this weekend...a uh kind of special one. There will be many men like us there." Carl didn't know what the man meant by "us" but he suspected. "It'll be a party and he wants two team members there" Sam blurted out "cool always like a party" he smiled. It changed his wrestler expression into a wonderful smile. Carl stared. "Uh Yea I guess you can party, just remember team rules" The Coach said. Carl knew that meant no drugs, not even pot. Beer was considered ok if they had a day before practice to recover. "It'll be Saturday night" The Asst. Coach said as if knowing what Carl was thinking. "So you both have time to uh recover" he smiled. "You'll show off to these money bags, wrestle as if it were the championship. They want to see a real match, not just fucking around." Carl realized he'd be wrestling Sam as if he were a real opponent. His strength against Sam's, his arms around Sam, he'd feel those tree trunk thighs. "I won't be there but you better do it like it's big time" the Coach said. "And put on a good show..don't end it too soon" he stood. "And wear the black singlets". The black singlets didn't have school logos on them. Carl wondered if they should wear the school ones since it was a fund raising event. And the black singlets were thin, easily ripped as they wrestled. "Oh and you should know this isn't official. So go for it, rip and strip. Private rules afterwards." Carl and Sam nodded, though Carl didn't understand. "What did he mean by private rules?" Carl said to Sam as they lifted dumbells in the weight room afterwards. Sam looked at him and smiled. "You don't know? I thought you were uh, " he looked around "one of us, gay" he said in a near whisper. "Yea but.." Carl realized what had just happened. Sam had told him he was gay. "Look, winner fucks the looser or does whatever the crowd wants. You up for it?" Sam smiled again but this time it was almost evil. "Anything for the team" Carl said though he wanted to ask Sam if they could get together before and practice. "Wear nice clothes for before and after, they like it when you socialize with them" Sam said. "Who?" Carl asked. "Old dudes" Sam said "You are new at this aren't you? How do you make money?" "I have a job at night" Carl said "Carlos Pizza" "Fuck man, you can make more in one evening with one of them then you make in a week at that place. Believe me, I did that once too." "You worked at Carlos?" Carl asked. "Yea until Buddy Cramer, remember him?" "Yea he was a senior when we were freshman. State Champion Wrestler" Carl remembered the older boy well. He had fantasized about being with him often. "Yea he took me to this party where we wrestled just like you and I are gonna do and well, I got some uh dates and quite the pizza place" Sam said as he returned to curling. "Dates?" Carl asked. Sam looked impatient now "Yea dates they call em. You have dinner, or go places, dance, act like the guy is your lover and when it's over they give you money..." "Shit isn't that?" Carl started to ask. "It's a great way to make money, it's called gay for pay man. Allot of guys do it at this place." Sam didn't whisper now. "Shit but you are I mean aren't you?" "Gay? yea but not everyone is. See that guy?" "Masterson? He's gay?" Carl asked about the large black heavyweight team member. "No but he makes great money this way, how do you think he affords that car?" Carl put on his grey dress slacks and grey silk dress shirt. He wore them whenever there was a party or dinner with his visiting parents. "Hey no underwear?" Carl's roommate Steve asked giggling. "No freeballing it" Carl said. Indeed he had already begun to think about flirting with the rich men who were going to be at the party that night. "I guess we won't see you till tomorrow then" Steve said "good luck" and he left the room they shared. Carrying his gym bag, Carl walked off campus to Sam's apartment building. "Hey lookn good there stud" Sam said. His black dress shirt was opened enough to display his pec cleavage. The slacks were off white and fit him so tight, his butt dimples were outlined. "You too" Carl said and he meant it. The thought they were going to be wrestling, ripping off each others tights and having sex that night already had his cock hardening. "Just be polite, smile allot, seem impressed by anything they say" Sam began an ongoing lesson in flirting with older men. "Hey I really appreciate all this" Carl said as they approached the door. "No problem, you're gonna be a good man whore by tonight" Sam said patting Carl's butt "I'll make sure of that". The party was packed with men and guys about their age. There was nothing unusual about it except there weren't any females anywhere. The waiters were all shirtless wearing collars and cuffs and black pants. Except for staring, nobody seemed to pay extra attention to them. However, he and Sam were treated like celebrities from the moment they were introduced by the man they had met during practice, Mac Ryan. "Gentlemen, Ron Beavers, the Wrestling Coach can't be here tonight to demonstrate our kind of wrestling". There were mutters of disappointment heard in the room. "But his partner Hugh Masterson is here" the crowd applauded. It was the first time Carl saw his team mate was at the party towering above the men in expensive suits. "But Hugh won't be wrestling tonight either" the crowd again muttered. Carl wondered about the wrestling that Hugh and the Coach did, let alone what kind of sex they had afterwards while all watched. He wondered if Masterson fucked the coach or vica versa. "You ok?" The Coach had asked that night when Carl sighed heavily feeling the man's cock inside him, his pubic hair rubbing against his skin. "Very ok Coach" he sighed as the man's cock rubbed him making the night one of the best times Carl could remember. "But Ron sent over two of his best wrestlers to show what they can do, everybody welcome Carl Loring and Sam Johnson" The crowd applauded politely at first but as Carl and Sam stepped up on the platform with Mr. Ryan the applause got louder. Sam flexed and that aroused some whistling. Carl added his own flexing and turned around which retreived his share of responses as well. "Well it looks like a hot night tonight" Ryan added. Sam stood naked in the room they had been directed to. Carl stripped down too and began to put on his jock. "No jocks tonight man" Sam said "Here oil me and I'll do you" Carl was in heaven his hands tremgbling as he spread the oil from the bottle Sam gave him all over the smooth legs and thighs, buttocks and torso. "Behave down there" Sam said "You'll get it soon enough" he laughed. Carl couldn't stop his cock grom getting hard as Sam, still naked, his oiled body shiningm knelts to spread oil over Carl's body as well. "Shit man you're goin to cum before the show" he said slapping Carl's erection making it shrink. The black singlets slid over his skin easily and fit so tight you could seen each muscle, nipple and curve. "God we may as well wrestle naked" Carl said looking at the two of them in the miror. Sam's oiled body was visable throiugh the white singlet he wore. "I thought it was black singlets we're supposed to wear" Carl said. "Yea for you" Carl went out first, adopting his serious wrestler face. They learned to do that before each match. The opponents would do it and the crowd expected it. But Sam was clearly the crowd's favorite. They cheered as he appeared arms held over head. The sight of his practially see through singlet got the crowd extra excited. "Ok ok" Ryan quieted the crowd "the match is three pins or whoever gives up first" he said "Nobody gives up" he added an aside to Sam and Carl. "Anything goes after that" the crowd cheered. The first match went fast. Carl grabbed and was grabbed. Sam let him throw him to the matte and quickly returned the favor. They rolled over and over, pushed and grabbed, twisted, arms wrapped between each others' legs against their free balling crotches. When Sam lifted Carl to his feet aftet the pin, the crowd applaued. "OK men, fifteen minutes till match two" Ryan announced and the crowd was already joking, drinking and flirting with the waiters. "OK man" Sam said "next match we get serious, ok?" he said "gotta put on a good show. See that bowl there, it's got to e filled with money or checks for the team by tonight." Sam looked serious and even mean. "Pretend it's the State Champs and they've pissed you off" he said slapping Carl's ass hard, really hard. The room grew quiet as if the crowd knew that the previous match was a warm up and the second one was serious. It was. Carl grabbed one of Sam's thickthighs enjoying the feeling of the hard muscle. But the pleasure didn't last long as Sam flipped him over and onto the matte. It was going to be a fright. NCAA rules didn't apply Carl knew. They grabbed, tossed and threw. Cloth ripped one shoulder of Carl's singlet baring his smooth shaven chest. The crowd loved the first sign oif bared flesh. Carl got more serious and grabbed at Sam wanting to rip until he was naked for all to see. He pushed and tossed surprised he could lift the thicker bodied team mate. The grown cheered wildly as Carl stradled Sam's body now pinned to the matte. He pushed his crotch into Sam's face knowing the wealthy men around them would love the move. They did. Sam looked suprised at first then pushed back making Carl go to his back. He lifted Carl's legs and gyratned his covered crotch againts Carl's upturned butt. The crowd cheered again. Carl encircled his legs around Sam and squeezed twisting him until Sam fell back to the matte and once again he pinned him to the floor. The match ended. Breathless, sweating, half clothed in his ripped singlet Carl accepted the applause with Sam beside him. Sam rolled down his own singlet to get air and Carl suspected crowd reaction as well. "Man you were getting serious out there" Sam said as they sat naked in the dressing room, gulping Gatorade. "Yea well you said to make it real" Carl smiled. "So you want to get fucked or should we surprise them and have you fuck me?" Sam asked he was playing wiht his cock as he talked. "Shit man, I thought the winner fucks the looser" Carl smiled. "So that's the way you want it? All out for the prize?" Sam smiled back looking evil. "All out, winner takes what he wants" Carl said as he pulled his ripped singlet back on. "OK man you asked for it" Sam said as he pulled the totally wet white singlet back on. The crowd seemed to know what to expect. "Gentlemen fight for the final prize. Winner takes what he wnts afterwrds" Ryan announced. Sam didn't wait for the whistle he attacked Carl like a hungry animal and the crowd began to cheer wildly. Carl saw the bowl was already half full of money and paper. Hands were stuffing more into it as they wrestled. But he didn't have much time to see more since Carl was acting angrier and he had to fight not just wrestle back. The singlets ripped easily. Skin was revealed. And each time the men watching reacted wanting more. Carl felt the warm air across his buttocks. Sam had grabbed the cloth and ripped easily. He was on the floor with Sam straddling above his butt on Carl's chest. LIke Carl had done before he shoved his crotch against Carl's mouth. Instead of biting as he was temp;ted to do, Carl reached for and pulled the white singlet from Sam's body down to his waist. Sam stood to garner the crowd's applause and Carl grabbed more revealing Sam's genitals the crowd wanted more. They were nearly naked now wrestling, knowing not to end the match too soon. But when Carl fell to the floor face down he knew what Sam would do next. The cloth ripped totally off his body. He was naked in front of men in suits, bare chested waiters, and others who had been brought there. He attacked Sam not willing to give up, grabbing and wiggling in wild abandoned.Carl learned he liked making the crowd scream, yell, applaud and cheer. Sam's naked body was soon revealed thanks to Carl's attacks and they continued to wrestle wearing until finally Carl, exhausted lay on his back, feeling naked thighs around him, naked butt on him and Sam's bared cock and balls shoved in his face. Carl didn't know what to do next. Should he just give in, push Sam off or what. "SUCK" a chant began to rise in the crowd. Sam pressed Carl's shoulders to the matt and gyrated his crotch against Carl's face. Carl opened his mouth and the cock moved inside. Sam face fucked him. Carl, though exhausted, felt his body get excited. The sight of his arousal got the crowd's response adding to the continuing crowd chanting. Then the chant began to change. They yelled "FUCK" as loud and enthusiastic as they had "SUCK" until Sam pulled his cock, now quite hard, out of Carls mouth and he stood as if they should wrestle more. Carl, also hard crouched and they moved at each other. Carl didn't fight back as Sam encircled his waist and pushed him to the floor in a half nelson. His cock pushed into him and the crowd cheered. "You like that huh?" The Coach had said mid way through their passion. Carl could only sigh "God yes" to the man. He had been fucked before but not quite like this. There had been hurried man to man sex in the bathroom back home in a park near the high school. He had sucked cocks too, even his college roommate in the freshman dorm. But this was different. It was man sex, Carl thought as he pressed his butt back with each lunge the Coach made into his gut. "Give em a show" Sam yelled in his ear. Carl realized he was being too docile but loving it. He began to groan, moan, yell and wiggle his ass glorying in the public fucking he was getting from the guy he had lusted after since that years wrestling season began. "Yea yea, ride him like a horse" the crowd yelled this and other comments. Carl moved when Sam pushed him and lifted a leg. He was going to do things seen in pron tapes in the booth of the adult video store back home. Carl wondered how Sam knew so much about it. Propped on one leg, the other lifted he accepted Sam's boner jamming into him, Face down on the floor, standing with Sam's arms around him and back on the floor face up with his legs high he felt Sam's cock stretching his sphinter with each piston like plunge. Carl knelt now watching Sam slamming his cock at his face. He felt it slammed against each side of his face. Then he got an idea, one he nor Sam had expected. Carl stood and attacked Sam throwing him to the floor, His hard cock aimed and stabbed. The crowd went nuts as Carl was not fucking the winner of the match. He shoved into the thickly muscled buttocks. Sam, though surprised, went along with the unexpected yelling as if he was being raped. To both or their surprise Sam's cock started spitting out sperm while Carl was jamming. The sight of it was too much for Carl and he was spilling his own jism into and then all over Sam as their sweaty bodies rubbed against each other. The applause was so loud, Carl couldn't believe it. He accepted Sam's hand puling him to his feet and the two naked, exhausted youths bowed like performers. Carl saw the glass bowl was full and evne spilling over of donations. They had done well. "Shit, you two were unbelieable" Mr. Ryan said when he entered. They had collapsed guzzling whatever Gatorade was left. Ben is going to be very proud if not envious he wasn't here. He never put on a show like that." Sam laughed "Shit man I didn't know you were that, uh you know..." Carl truthfully responded "I didn't know either" they laughed. "Come on shower" Sam said. Carl followed him into the shower glad to feel Sam's hands gentle this time as they soaped and bathed each other. "Come on you two, save it for the man out there" Ryan said after knocking on the glass shower door. "Christ we have to do more?" Carl asked. "Well no wrestling unless they want I guess. But from your performance, I'm betting you won't be going back to the dorm tonight. I know I won't." Once again dressed as they were earlier, Sam and Carl rejoined the gathered men. The crowd had reduced in size but many were still there. They applauded as the two re entered the room. "Hey great job guys" Masterson patted both their butts, "Maybe next time we three should do it" he smiled. The thought of the tall, black naked man's thick cock awakened Carl's thoughts. "Not tonight guy, I got a uh date" he put his arm around a much older man and walked from the room. Carl and Sam parted each talking to strangers, shaking hands, accepting drinks and food. "So you tired?" A tall classy looking man with grey hair and wearing a grey obviously expensive suit asked. Carl smiled back "A bit but I'm recovering" he said. One of the shirtless waiters was standing closeby. "Parsons, Mike Parsons" the man stuck his hand out and Carl shook it. "Kenny here and I are going to swim at my place, want to join us?" "Uh as in Parsons Pool?" Carl asked using the casual reference to Parsons Aquatic Gym. "Yea well that was my father" Mike said. "Then you're the Olympic Champ Diver, nice to meet you" Carl was serious and enthusiastic. He remembered watching the nearly naked man as a youth competing in the Olympics. "Wow you have a good memory" Mike said. "You kidding I think I got my first boner watching you" Carl said then realized he was acting too trashy. "Oh I'm sorry" he looked around. Mike Parson's laughed. "You got hard at six? I AM impressed. Wait a second." Parsons moved aside to talk to another man who approached them. "Hey man you coming? He really wants you, me too, and he pays great. You up for it?" Kenny the Waiter was pulling on a t shirt over his white collar and cuffs. Mike returned. Carl would have gone home with him anyway to fulfill a life long lust. He wasn't kidding about being attracted to the man as a young Olympic diver. "Come on the car's waiting, if you want" Mike wasn't acting like a rich guy demanding a date just because he was rich. He seemed classy and really attracted to him. "Sure, I hope we can swim naked, I'm hot in these clothes" again Carl said what he was thinking and immediately feld embarassed. Mike just laughed and led Kenny and him through the crowd. As Carl turned to look back he saw Sam smiling and giving him a thumbs up sign. Some man had his arm across Sam's shoulder. Carl knew Sam wouldn't be seen that night either. He wondered if making money for being meat would be as lucrative as Sam promised or if he would fall in love with Mike Parons, moving in and discovering childhood lust fantasies would come true. Carl didn't know yet. He wasn't sure which he wanted either. But he did know he had to thank the Asst. Coach, Sam and maybe ask Masterson when the next fund raiser was going to be.