ROWDY ARMSTRONG 2 - Excerpt - 1st few pages.
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Pro Wrestling Rookieby DAVID MONSTERBOOK SERI
from ROWDY ARMSTRONG 2 Pro Wrestling Rookie:
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by DAVID MONSTER
BOOK SERIES
Info & Pics of All Characters:
www.ROWDYARMSTRONG.com
GAME
Based on the Book Series:
www.AllWorldsProWrestling.com
DEDICATION
To Brad Armstrong, The Warlord, Arn Anderson, Chick Donovan, Eric Pedersen, Buddy Rogers, Tommy Rogers, Reggie Parks, Nikita Koloff, Sheamus O’Shaunessy, Chris Candido, Mike Enos, Tom Magee, Scotty Young, Red Tyler, Tyler Nitro, Cam Zagami, Braden Charron, Scrappy, Aryx Quinn (Tristan Baldwin), Ace Romero, Al Perez, Pete Kuzak, Mike Tolbert, Dale Veasey, Darren Young (Fred Rosser), Rene Dupree, Robert Duranton, Ivan Putski, Scott Putski, Rocky Johnson, Rene Lasartesse, Evan Bourne, Cody Rhodes, Randy Orton, Bruno Sammartino, Gronda, Paul Roma, Tom Zenk, Don Muraco, Anthony Bravado, Mike Barton (Bart Gunn), Tony Garea, Bob Emory, Bill Melby, Rob Terry, Matt Walsh, Mike Awesome, Nathan Jones, Steve Strong, Thunder, Brian Cage, Jay Cutler, Jon Anderson, Jeff Farmer, The Patriot, Prince Devitt, Jessie Godderz, Big E Langston, Romeo Roselli, Alex Wright, Dave Draper, Kevin Von Erich, Kevin Kelly, Matt Murphy, Dash Wilder, Roderick Strong, Chris Masters, Anthony Bowens, Joey Ryan, Adamus Davidus, Danny Warren (Duggan), DeJuan Oneal, Slater Jackson, Lewis Collins, Johnny "Muscles" England, Magnus, Dicky Mayer, Paul Jordane, Steve Speed, Zack Sabre Jr., The Road Warriors, Hercules Hernandez, Justin Smooth, "Superstar" Billy Graham, Yvon Lavurdure, Vince Urbank, Jeff Gaylord, Craven Knight, Anthony Nese, RJ Skinner, Ethan Carter III - EC3, Matthew Riddle, Butch Reed, Bobby Lashley, Big E, Matt Morgan, Tyler Bate, Johnny DiCarlo, Kid Leopard, Odin Rex, Steve Sterling, Royce Isaacs, Ilja Dragunov, Steve Cox, Steven Dane, Mark Lewin, Ace Perry, Barry Horowitz, John Duginski, Craig Golias, Chaz Taylor, Nick Brubaker, Hugo Perez, Dragon Lee, Jack Gallagher, Finn Balor, Chris Andrews, David Starr, Jason Radatz, Mariusz Pudzianowski, Alex Pourteau, Jason Jordan, Chris Dickinson, Jervis Cottonbelly, Aaron Baker, Dave Mastiff, Bobby Roode, Ryback, & Dolph Ziggler, not to mention the wrestlers of Can-Am, BG East, Muscleboy Wrestling, & all the others who inspired me, & made me love Pro Wrestling.
And, special thanks to Cameron Matthews of Wrestler4Hire.com for gracing this book with his presence.
Forgive me if I left you out.
There are so many. I can’t remember everybody.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
If you were a dude, who discovered his inclination for other dudes before the inception of the internet, Pro Wrestling was your first porn. There was nowhere else you could see nearly-naked hot dudes going at it.
Pro Wrestling is more than a sport. It’s a fetish.
SPECIAL ACKNOWLEDGEMENT
To Jim Dattilo of ZombieExodus.com, who discovered my first Rowdy Armstrong book and offered me an amazing opportunity. Together we developed a multi-choice text game, or interactive novel, based on the Rowdy Armstrong Series of books:
ALL WORLDS PRO WRESTLING
on Heart's Choice.
For more information:
www.AllWorldsProWrestling.com
THE CHARACTERS of the
ROWDY ARMSTRONG Universe.
To see Pics of all Wrestlers featured in this book, & more: www.RowdyArmstrong.com
RORY PEDERSEN – Rookie – pg 1
aka: Rowdy Armstrong
18 yo, White, 6’0” 200lbs,
blond hair, blue eyes.
Penis: 7”
CLINT CUZAK - Rookie – pg 1
40 yo, White, 6’4” 310lbs,
brown hair & eyes. Muscle Bear.
Penis: 6", Biceps: 24”
STERLING GRAHAM – Rookie – pg 2
35 yo, White, 6’2” 275lbs,
dark blond hair, green eyes.
MIKE WALL – College Football – pg 2
19 you, White, 6’ 215lbs,
blond hair, brown eyes.
BRAVON JOHNSON – Rookie – pg 3
21 yo, Black, 6’2” 226lbs,
black hair, dark eyes.
Penis: 9”
EB GARZA – Rookie – pg 3
20 yo, Mexican, 5’9” 175lbs,
black hair, brown eyes.
SCOTT EVANS - Rookie – pg 3
22 yo, White, 5’10” 184lbs,
brown hair, blue eyes.
MARCOS VILLONI – Rookie – pg 3
24 yo, Latino, 6’2” 250lbs,
black hair, brown eyes.
Penis:: 6"
JAKE COLT – Head Trainer – pg 4
42 yo, White, 6’3” 280lbs,
brown, salt & pepper hair, brown eyes.
Ex Tag Partner of boyfriend Bart Colt.
BART COLT – co-Head Trainer – pg 4
40 yo, White, 6’4” 254lbs,
brown hair, green eyes.
Ex Tag Partner with boyfriend Jake Colt
DYER ANDERSON - ExWorld Champ - pg 5 47 yo, White, 6' 285lbs,
brown hair & eyes.
Penis: 6"
VINNY ORSATTI – Rookie – pg 12
aka “Vinny O”
27 yo, White, 5'8" 227lbs,
brown hair & eyes.
Ex-Competitive Bodybuilder.
Penis: 6", Bicep: 20” "Jersey Boy"
MARKY MALONEY – Rookie – pg 12
26yo, White, 5'9", 222lbs.
brown hair, green eyes.
Penis: 5", biceps: 18” "Jersey Boy"
HIDE TAKADA – Rookie – pgs 51
29 yo, Japanese, 5’6” 215lbs,
black hair, brown eyes.
Penis: 5.5"
ADAM WINDSOR – Rookie – pg 51
22 yo, White, 5'10" 175lbs.
red hair, green eyes.
Penis: 10.5"
MANDREW MANDORA – Rookie pg 52
24 yo, White, 5'9" 185lbs,
brown hair, brown eyes.
STAN KAMA - Rookie – pg 52
20 yo, Hawaiian, 5'4" 220lbs.
black hair, shaved head, dark eyes.
Penis: 9 1/2"
REEVES BAKER – Rookie – pg 65
28 yo, Black, 6' 240lbs.
black hair, brown eyes.
Penis: About 6"
JOHNSON WHITE – U.S. Champ - pg 77 37 yo, Black, 6'3" 250lbs.
black hair/shaved head, dark brown
Penis: 10”
CHRIS ENOS - World Champ – pg 80
32 yo, White, 6'2", 235lbs,
blond hair, brown eyes.
"The Golden Boy"
TIM BLAKELY - Euro Champ – pg 84
30 yo, White, 6’5”, 320 lbs -
red hair, blue eyes.
VICTOR OCTAVIO – Mex. Champ - pg 89 34yo, Mexican, 6' 220lbs.
black hair, brown eyes.
SATANICO AZUL - Mex Contender- pg 89
Mexican, 5'9" 180lbs. Red Satan Mask,
TOMMY McGEE - Canadian Champ - pg 94 30yo, White, 6' 4 1/2" 275lbs.
brown hair, hazel eyes.
ERIC OULETTE – Can. Contender- pg 94 35yo, White, 6'1" 296lbs.
brown hair & eyes.
CAGE – Pro Wrestler – pg 159
6' 230lbs, Dark Skin Muscle, Black Mask
DENNY TAYLOR - Vet Pro - pg 160
48yo, White, 5'10" 308lbs.
Dirty blond hair, hazel eyes.
The COLE TWINS – Harry & Finn -
Pro Wrestlers - pg 160
21yo, White, 5'11" 180lbs.
strawberry blond hair, blue eyes.
CAMERON MATTHEWS -
Pro Wrestler -pg 160, 225
Owner: Wrestler4Hire.com
White 5'10" 175lbs.
brown hair & eyes. .
JOEY CHASE - Pro Wrestler - pg 162
35yo, White, 5'10" 210lbs,
brown hair, blue eyes.
EXODUS - Pro Wrestler - pg 162
5'10" 190lbs. Ripped Muscular body.
Zombie body paint & mask.
FATHER KELLY - Pro Wrestler - pg 163
33yo, White, 6' 200lbs.
brown hair & eyes.
KENT - Host Sex Fed. - pg 224
24yo, White, 6', 257lbs.
lt brown-blondish hair, green eyes.
ARMY JAMES – Sex Fed M.C.– pg 228
50 yo, White, 6', 225lbs,
brown hair, hazel eyes
BOBBY DARNELL - Sex Fed Pro - pg 229 43 yo, White, 5’10” 210lbs,
brown hair & eyes.
Ex-American champ
Penis: 6"
MIKE EMORY – Sex Fed Wrestler –
pg 229 29 yo, White, 6'2" 245lbs,
brown Hair, blue eyes.
Penis: 10" or 11"
JOSE RYAN– Sex Fed Heel – pg 230
27 yo, Mexican, 5'10 175lbs,
black hair, dark eyes.
Penis: 9"
JEFFRY - Sex Fed Wrestler - pg 230
23yo, Mediterranean, 5'7" 150lbs,
black hair, dark eyes. Twink
Penis: 7"
Chapter 1: NEWBIES
The All Worlds Pro Wrestling Training Facility, Las Vegas.
Rory Pedersen had one second to himself, as he came back from the locker room, and stopped to take in the view. He had just been accepted into the A.W.P.W. training program as a full-fledged Trainee. Looking out across the massive building, full of pro wrestling rings and weight equipment, he could feel his own heart pound.
He was just 18 years old, fresh out of high school, and taking his first step toward his dream of becoming a successful Pro Wrestler. He already looked the part, 200 pounds of muscle packed onto his 6-foot frame, stretching out his tight white t-shirt. His fluffy blond hair, tan skin, and blue jeans made him look like a typical, clean-cut, athletic surfer boy, and even though he was extremely friendly and could seem naïve, there was an abundance of intelligence gleaming in his eyes.
Big Clint, a 6’ 4” 310 pound Senior Trainee, was in a ring nearby. He was a quintessential handsome giant Muscle Bear, with brown hair and eyes, not ripped but solid muscle, sporting big hairy arms, legs, shoulders, and huge pecs. He had his friend, Sterling, up in the air, ready to throw him back down to the canvas. At 6’2”, 275lbs, Sterling could also be classified as a Muscle Bear, a burly, dirty-blond bruiser.
The echo of the SLAM reverberated through Rory, and he could feel his pants getting tighter, as he saw Sterling’s beefy muscle bounce when he hit the canvas.
Clint stood over Sterling, about to pull him up by the hair when he caught sight of Rory, all alone. He pointed at him, and said something. Rory couldn't hear what it was, over the slamming bodies and clanging weights, but it looked like Clint said, "Tonight, you're mine." Then, Clint directed his big finger at his own huge, enormous, hairy, muscled chest.
Rory pointed to himself, and asked, "Me?"
Clint nodded.
Rory was at once confused, intimidated, bothered, and enormously aroused. He turned away to collect himself.
Beyond that ring was the weight area, where other trainees were lifting. They were all shirtless, some in their pro wrestling trunks, or, like Vinny O with his perfect bodybuilder body, in tiny, bright-blue posing trunks. Rory had to pull on the front of his pants, and reposition.
His most recent boyfriend, Mike Wall, accompanied Rory to the training facility. When the trainers saw them together, two beautiful blond muscle boys, they immediately asked Mike to try out, as well. Everyone thought they would make the perfect tag team.
Mike and Rory spent a lot of the previous two weeks at the beach, so Rory was tan and Mike, who was a bit fairer, was partially tan and a little pink from sunburn. He was on the Football team, going into his second year of college, and at 6 feet, 215 pounds, he was slightly bigger and broader than Rory, but very similar.
Rory's three new friends, Bravon, Eb, and Scott, with whom he immediately bonded during try-outs, were teasing and manhandling Mike, making him giggle like a little kid.
Bravon was heavily worked-out, an all-around athlete, 6'2" 226lbs, with beautiful dark brown skin, and intensely masculine features. He usually clipped his hair to stubble, or shaved it, but had let it grow out over the summer, so he was sporting a tiny afro.
Eb was a cute, lean Mexican baby-face, 5'9" 175lbs, with black hair, dark eyes, dimples, and extremely white teeth. He aspired to be the dirtiest, baddest heel in the business, which was in direct opposition to his appearance. He and Bravon were the ones playfully roughing up Mike, while Eb’s boyfriend, Scott Evans, the All-American, Jock Boy and Eagle Scout, was trying to protect him, making sure Eb and Bravon didn’t get too crazy. Scott was an extremely clean-cut white boy, 5'10" 184lbs, with brown hair, blue eyes, and a perfect 4.0 grade average.
There was a new trainee joining their group, Marcos, a 24 year-old, hairy Latin Bear. At 6’2” 250lbs, he was somewhat muscular, but with a chubby belly and healthy love handles, black hair and dark eyes. As a native Spanish speaker, he had a very slight accent, but spoke English perfectly. He was very friendly, and when Rory met him, he got the idea that Marcos probably enjoyed being submissive.
The guys welcomed him right away. He tried out in Mexico City, then transferred to the Las Vegas facility because he didn’t want any special treatment. He explained, “My uncle and father both wrestle in Mexico and all over Latin America, so I grew up around it. I know all the Luchadores, and I would spend a lot of time at the arenas. My uncle is pretty famous, a masked wrestler named El Urso Negro.” Eb knew who he was and got pretty excited.
Rory was so happy he could have jumped up and down, and howled like frat boy on spring break. He was following his passion, realizing his dream, and doing it with four close friends.
Jake and Bart, formerly a Champion Tag Team known as “Big Jake” and “Pretty Boy Bart”, or "The Colts", under a cowboy gimmick, were the head trainers at the Las Vegas Facility. Both were in their 40’s, and still extremely masculine with a whole lot of animal magnetism, even though Jake had put on a little more weight around the middle. They were 6’3 280 lbs, and 6’4” 254lbs, respectively. When Jake wasn’t smiling, which was hardly ever, he looked like a bad-ass brawler, with light brown, salt-and pepper hair, and brown eyes. Although Bart was known to be one of the toughest wrestlers in the business in his prime, he was still somewhat of a baby face, and an extremely handsome man, with dark brown hair and green eyes.
They had a quick meeting with the newbie’s, warning them to be well-fed and rested Monday morning, and that it would be the hardest day of their entire lives. Both smiled, obviously enjoying the privilege of passing on the same hard knocks they received when they were new to the sport. Jake gave them a final warning. The Senior Trainees, currently in the facility, were being released at 5pm, and the next day, Sunday, was a day of rest. No matter what kind of shenanigans the other guys got into, they were encouraged not to participate.
“Although, I heard a couple of these guys are pretty excited to get their hands on you.” Jake looked right at Rory, with a sneer, then his little friend, Mike. Bart, who was normally the no-nonsense disciplinarian, cocked his head and shrugged, as if there was nothing he could do about that.
Rory looked at his trainers, and his peers. Everyone, except Mike, seemed to be in on the joke.
After Jake and Bart reminded them they were still on probation, and any show of disrespect to their trainers, Christopher, the House Manager, or any other employee of A.W.P.W., would result in their expulsion from the facility, he dismissed them. He also reminded them of the big Championship Match coming up that next week. Johnson White won back the American Title, and had earned a rematch against Chris Enos, the reigning World Champ. Jake told the trainees he would have a surprise for anyone who survived the first week of training.
He pointed at Rory. "Make sure you see Mr. Anderson in the office, before you leave."
Rory left Mike with Bravon, Eb, and Scott, and headed to the office. The door was closed, so he gave it a light, polite knock. Two whole seconds later he heard, "Come in."
Dyer Anderson was a 6', 285lbs beefy muscle bull, with light brown hair and brown eyes. He was the Ex-Heavyweight World Champ, having recently lost the title to Chris Enos, in a very controversial match. During tryouts, he pulled Rory aside and informed him that he would like to be one of his mentors. Rory immediately accepted.
He had his phone in his hand, muted it, pointed at Rory, and gathered his thoughts. "Ok. How about 'Rowdy Armstrong’, or even 'Rowdy Anderson'?"
"Uh..." Rory wasn't sure whether that referred to him, or maybe they were old wrestlers he hadn't heard of.
Dyer cleared it up. "For you. For your name... Just think about it. We can talk later, but I like the sound of it."
It didn't mean much to Rory for a moment, then he suddenly became choked up, which embarrassed him. He struggled to appear normal. "Ok, thanks." He didn't want to say anymore than that for fear of having his voice crack. Mike had let it slip, in front of everyone, that Rory’s nickname in his family was “Rowdy”. Even Jake and Bart loved that as a wrestling name.
Dyer pointed at him, again. "Ok, I'll see you at the house, tomorrow, after I go to the airport."
Rory wanted to know why, but he just repeated, "Ok, thanks", backed out, and closed the office door. Dyer Anderson, who had held several Pro Wrestling Championship Belts, including World Champ, had been thinking about Rory's wrestling name. One of the most famous wrestlers in the world just suggested Rory take on his last name. That was a huge honor, to be asked to become part of a wrestling family.
Rory couldn't see his friends, but he could hear them, horsing around on the other side of the Training Facility. He wanted to run to them and tell them what just happened, but his feet didn't move. He was losing the battle, of trying to maintain a normal appearance. That lump in his throat just wouldn't move. He hoped one day he'd be on the opposite end of this same situation, so he could help out a young kid, just starting out. He savored the moment.
When he got back to his friends, they all wanted to know what Dyer said to him. He shook his head. "Nothing, he just wanted to touch base..." he shrugged. The guys let it go, but Bravon gave him a look, with no expression at all. Rory wanted to talk to Dyer Anderson, again, before breaking the news. He didn't want to look like a fool, if he was making it out to be more than it really was.
Bravon, Eb, and Scott went to get their stuff from the locker room. Rory led Mike out. Clint leaned down over the top rope of the ring, his big, huge chest bounced as he flexed it, “Hey Rory! I’ll see you back at the house.”
“Yeah, for sure!” Rory smiled, then tilted his head, and thought for a moment. It wasn’t until he and Mike were out at his car that he realized what Clint was trying to tell him. “Oh, my God!” He jumped in the car and waited for Mike to get in and close the door, before saying anything else. “Ok, Mikey. You ready for some action? ‘Cause, it’s already started!”
Mike nodded. “Uh… yeah?”
“You saw Big, Huge Clint?” Rory was already worked up.
“Yeah?!” So was Mike.
“He’s coming for me, tonight. I’m gonna need your help!” Rory turned on the car.
"Wait, what?" Mike understood what he was saying, but it was a shock that the ball had started rolling so quickly.
Rory let out a short burst of laughter. "I'm pretty sure he wants to do something, tonight."
Mike reached down, and felt the front of Rory’s pants. It was just as he suspected, Rory was sporting a huge erection.
As usual, Rory was embarrassed by it. “Hey!”
Mike held it for a minute, then kissed him, and nuzzled his neck. “Well, this is what I was talking about, Rory. While you’re here, and I’m back in college, I can’t stop you from doing things like this.”
Rory felt bad. He was so excited to take on Clint, he didn’t think about how it would affect his relationship with Mike. “I don’t have to do it. Mike, seriously…”
“No!” Mike cut him off. “SERIOUSLY! I can’t ask you cut yourself off from stuff like this! We’re too young!”
As sad as Rory felt, when he thought about his relationship with Mike coming to an end, he was just as excited to wrestle every guy in the facility. Maybe that was proof they actually were too young to be exclusive. “I want you to know…” Rory couldn't finish the sentence. The last thing he wanted was a sad scene before he arrived at A.W.P.W. Mansion.
“I know. Me, too.” Mike hugged him, and kissed his cheek, then smiled. “Let’s just realize that, YEAH, we love each other, but, you know, because of life, we have to move on. It’s like we’re traveling in different directions.”
Rory bit his bottom lip, and didn't say anything.
Mike shook his arm. “There’s NO reason to be sad! I’ll be back! We’ll be training together!” His voice dropped. “But, tonight… Are you gonna be ok with us doing stuff in the house… together?”
Rory gripped the steering wheel, gritted his teeth, and flexed his arms. “You know, part of me is really NOT ok with it… But, ALL OF ME wants to get my hands on big Clint…” he turned to Mike with a sly smirk, “And, another part of me wants to see Clint work you over!”
Mike closed his eyes, wrapped his arms around Rory, kissed his cheek, and thanked him.
The A.W.P.W. Mansion – Las Vegas
Rory was laying across his bed, with Mike leaning on him. Bravon was reclined on his own. They were talking about tryouts, when there came a loud pounding on the door. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Rory struggled to get up, Mike jumped to his feet, and Bravon casually called out, “Come in!”
Clint stepped in the room, and closed the door behind him. He was wearing a tee shirt and gym shorts, dirty, and sweat-stained from training. Before he sat down on Rory’s bed, he stripped off his shirt. Mike marveled at his huge chest, and amazing body, just as Rory and Bravon had done when they first saw him.
Clint nodded to Mike, “Hey, Mike, I’m Clint. We didn’t officially meet.”
Mike stepped forward and shook hands with the giant muscle bear.
Rory sat next to him on the bed, and Bravon sat up.
“Sit down, Mikey.” Clint pulled him down on his other side, “So, you guys haven’t been here on a day off.”
Rory felt his heart beat faster.
“It gets pretty crazy, especially when new guys arrive. Let me warn you that Jake is NOT kidding around about probation. And, you better be ready for your first day of training.” He smiled, also getting worked up about what he was about to say.
Bravon leaned forward, “So… we still shouldn’t jack off, or anything?”
Clint warned them not to before tryouts. He narrowed his eyebrows. “Yeah, good luck with that, buddy!”
Bravon laughed.
Clint smirked. “Nah, there's no possible way a guy could come to this house, and not need to get off. That's just for tryouts. During training, a day off is a DAY OFF! You can have fun. You just gotta make sure you don’t break any rules! And, some of these guys are bad influences.”
Bravon moved his hands around, in front of him, like they were on some kind of scale. “I’m not sure where that puts us.”
“No drinking, no drugs, no breaking anything, no fights in the house.” Clint’s smirk became substantially naughtier.
“Ok…” Bravon couldn’t wait to hear what he had to say, next.
“And, basically, I called dibs on little Rory.” Clint grabbed Rory’s shoulder, his huge hand making it look small by comparison.
Bravon looked to Rory, then to Mike, with an expression of excited anxiousness.
The second Rory felt Clint’s hand, he was ready to go. He tried to sound cool, but there was a bit of a break in his voice. “Dibs?”
“But, then you walk in with another blond little treat for me…” Clint put his other hand on Mike’s shoulder.
Bravon tilted his head back and forth, and finally blurted out something perplexing him, “But, I thought you were straight.”
Clint laughed, "Well, yeah, but damn! Some stuff gets me going, and I go with it. I like to have fun, and, fuck, I can't pass this up!"
Rory tensed up, charged by eagerness. He wanted to go wherever this led him, and his cocky, competitive nature kicked it. “Dibs? You think you can just have me?”
Mike, on the other hand, melted in to Clint, but was shy about how to proceed.
Clint lightly shook both Rory and Mike. “At this point, I’m kinda playing with you guys… I mean, I DID call dibs, but I had no idea you had a boyfriend. So, don’t worry, I’ll be cool!”
“Uh….” Both Rory and Mike were at a loss for words to describe what their relationship status was.
Bravon laughed. “If I only knew all I had to do was call ‘dibs’, I woulda done that. Damn!”
“Yeah, maybe you can bunk in my room tonight; give these guys a night alone.” Clint told Bravon.
“But, uh…” Rory put his hand on Clint’s thigh, and a shudder of electrical arousal coursed through him.
Clint smiled, “Yeah?”
“Uh… we might, uh, there might be, if you’re serious, something we might be able to do.” Mike stuttered, still not fully believing this opportunity dropped in his lap.
“Bravon jumped up, “Well, I guess if your invitation to stay in your room is still good…”
Clint put his hand up, and motioned for Bravon to sit down. “After dinner!”
Rory stood up, and took Bravon’s shoulder, “Wait. Uh, if this isn’t cool for you… or, if you wanted to hang out tonight, I’ll do that, instead.”
“No!” Bravon patted Rory’s shoulder, “Don’t worry about it!” He leaned in and lowered his voice, “Rory, have fun! It’s totally cool!” and made his way out.
“We’ll be right down.” Rory wished this hadn’t played out in front of Bravon.
Bravon closed the door behind himself.
Clint stood. “Oh, man, Rory. I don’t wanna cause anything between you and Bravon.”
“No! There’s nothing between me and Bravon…” But, Rory’s blush said otherwise, “I just don’t want him to think he has to leave the room, or anything.”
Mike stood up next to Clint.
Rory looked at them: the hot, strapping blond, whom he loved, next to the sweet, huge, giant muscleman. His libido was off and running, again.
He grabbed Clint’s pec, somewhat firmly, and tried to let out a breath to calm himself. “Ok, so it’s us against you, and I’m pretty sure we’ll be having our way with you, tonight!”
“Ooohhhh!” Clint liked that. “Nice!” he got Mike in a headlock, and pulled Rory in, then lifted them both up in a big bear hug.
They could smell Clint, who had been working hard in the ring all day. Every drop of blood in Rory's body flowed to his throbbing hard-on.
Clint put them down, and rumpled their hair. “Ok, after dinner,” and gave them one more crooked smile before he left.
Mike hugged Rory, and tugged on his hard-on. “You ok with this, Rory? We can handle this?”
“Yeah, I think we can.” He really hoped they could. His butt cheeks flexed as Mike pulled on his manhood, again.