Manhandled by Austin Foxxe

Author:Austin Foxxe [FOXXE, AUSTIN]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: FIC011000
ISBN: 9780759528086
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2003-06-01T04:00:00+00:00

Grudge Match

Greg Herren

The kid wants a rematch.”

“Of course he does,” I said carefully into the phone. I glanced around my office. Everyone was working. They all knew I was gay, but they didn’t know I had been a gay wrestling video star under the name Ross Matthews. During the three years I had done videos, I had made about fifteen tapes and was one of the company’s biggest sellers. “I’ll get back to you, OK?”

I hung up the phone and looked out my window. Gino Matarese wanted a rematch. My win over him had been my last taped match. A week after I’d beaten him, I’d been playing tennis when my foot turned and I blew out my knee. Instinctively, I reached down and touched my right knee. That was two years ago. My knee was fine now, after lots of rehab and physical therapy, but my doctor had advised me against ever wrestling again. Forced retirement. It sucked.

I thought about Gino Matarese, and felt my cock stir in my pants. Damn, he’d been a hot one. Lean, defined, sculpted muscle, a pretty face, and an ass to die for. After I’d beaten him I’d dragged him back to the locker area and fucked his pretty brains out. It had been doubly ironic that he turned out to be my last match, since it had been one of the hottest wrestling experiences of my career. I’d followed his career since my injury. He’d taken my place as the number one star. His tapes sold well, and he had been on a winning streak for two years. I was the only person to beat him.

Of course he wanted a rematch.

And fuck if I didn’t want to wrestle him again.

I needed to wrestle again.

Watching the tapes and beating off wasn’t the same as wrestling. I missed the body contact, the sweat, the feel of trapping another man in a hold he couldn’t get out of, both of our bodies straining and struggling, muscle against muscle, seeing who was the better man.

My cock was rock-hard.

I got up and went into the bathroom, carefully locking the door behind me. I undid my pants and let them fall to the floor, slipping my right hand inside my underwear and stroking my cock. I pulled it out as I remembered Gino Matarese, in his purple square cut that outlined his perfect ass, the bulge in front from his erection. I remembered my legs around his head, squeezing. I remembered him on his hands and knees, that beautiful bare ass turned up to me, as I slipped my cock inside him and began to ride him hard.

I gasped as I came into the toilet paper I had spread out on the floor, my body shuddering a bit as I squeezed the last drops out of my cock.

Knee or no knee, I was going to fight him again.

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