Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Whatever Happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas


By Mule and S.Kane: editing and original art by Steve Reeves

A week or so after Mule was defeated by Tyrone [See The Cock Contest Round Two: Dick to Dick]. Jamal and Mule were showering at the gym after a kickass workout, when Mule told Jamal his story of his encounter with Grappler Dan. [See The Mile High Bear Hug Club ] Both men were stroking hard and heavy as Mule got to the climax of the story.  “You wanna know something really funny….” Interjected Jamal afterwards.

Sure—“--said Mule.

“I actually had an encounter with that same guy in Vegas a few months before I met you!”

No fucking way! Really?” said Mule in amazement!

Way!” said Jamal flashing one of his beautiful smiles.

You got to tell me about it!” said Mule with excited interest.


You got to tell me about it!


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Jamal’s Tale:

I had got this gig in Vegas driving a limo, when I get a call for a pick up at the airport, so I am standing there at the gate looking snappy in my limo out fit with this big sign that says Dan G----- on it.   


I don't know why but  I’m kinda expectin' some fat business dude who's been let off the leash and looking to gamble or git laid or somethin'.  God knows there was enough of them about.  But all of em' walked straight past me an' my li'l sign, though one or two paused pretendin' to read it while they eyeballs this body!


Jamal is on the look out for his ride which he assumes to
 be some fat old businessman.


Well, eventually out comes this good-looking guy, early 30's I'm guessin', and man, was he stacked, built not like jus' one barn door,but several nailed together.  My heart be like bursting outta my chest an' I am tryin' to figah out if there be a way to git it on with him as well as deliverin' the fat business man (when he finally shows up). 

Anyways , I watch him as he switches his carry on from one big muscled hand to the other and starts lookin' around.



The good looking heavily muscled hunk walks 
right up to Jamal....


He sees the sign, walks up to me and gives me a thumbs up to acknowledge that HE is Dan G---------. As he scans me up and down, it's HIS turn to notice me, really notice me.  I see his eyes poppin’ out his head and he all admirin' the Jamal,  Damn some luck that this muscular hunk--I be desirin'-- is my ride! Coolio, no need to worry no more about how gonna hook up wid him!  The game is on.... and I flash him one of these invitin' smiles…. 

Jamal grins at Mule





Jamal flashes Dan one of his famous smiles.



…and he for a moment returns the smile, clearly attracted to yours truly.  Then he lowers his eyes clearly embarrassed and walks forward to meet me.  Then I notice the wedding band on his left hand, but you know me Mule, that isn’t really an obstacle.

So I takes over his carry-on,  not that he needs help with those gigantic arms of his. He is clearly here for a short trip as there isn’t any checked luggage to deal with.  We head off to the limo, and as I open the back door to the black stretch, Dan adjusted his shirt so that he gives me a glimpse of his washboard 8-pack abs.  He then acks me if it would be a’right if he ride up front, because he likes to talk when he riding with someone, and it is awkward from the back of a limo.  And that it is true, got to use the intercom and shit, but I thinkin’ that not be the main reason.  Now it be again’ the rules fr fares to ride up front, but I don’t give a fuck, so I says- Sure dude!


Dan adjusted his shirt so that he gives a glimpse of his washboard abs.


So we gets to talkin’ during the trip to the hotel and I find out that while he looks in his 30s he is actually in his early 40s.  He goes on to tell me, he is in medical supplies or some such shit-- out of the Midwest, but travels nationally for sales.  He even in Vegas for a little business and a little pleasure.  He acks me if I from Vegas, and I says No Sir, I just got here. So he acks me how I get this job? So I tells him like I tolds you.  I was in a bar in Denver and I met this dude who was the head of this limo company here in Vegas.  We got to talkin’ and then we got to fuckin’ and that is how I winded up driving guys like you around Vegas!

Is that how you get all your gigs? He acks me with a nervous laugh, but given that the mighty bulge is growing, I can tell he is turned on by this.  I smile back and say: You know to tell you the truth, I can’t recall the last time I got a job when I didn’t employ-- as part of the interviewing process-- my big black cock … or use this sweet, firm, muscular black ass!  I added with one these sly seductive smiles

 Jamal flashes one at Mule who feels his cock throb a little. Of course it not like you don't know all about that first hand, Mule...Jamal said seductively to the enthralled blond Thor. Jamal, the seducer, was the only man ever able to persuade the Mule to cuddle--no mean feat, as many believe that Mule would sooner give up his ass than cuddle.  

So when I said dat, Danny boy coughs nervously, but I can tell he likin’ my account, cuz I notice him lose the wedding ring in the ol’ pocket.   That happens to me all the time, so it ain't no big thang, but I'm thinkin' it's lookin' better by the min'!  Now I continue on with the story: I tell Dan how after the Limo Company dude was plowing my ass for a while in Denver, I turned around and planted these soft sensual lips on his, and press in my tongue for some French.  The limo company dude pulls away and says: Hey none of that gay shit, I am a married man, I am not no homosexual!



Dan seemed transfixed by Jamal's story as well as his
 heavily sinewed body.


I tells Dan:  Well things be what they be, and it wasn’t long before not only had my tongue explored his hot white mouth, but my big black dong had a go in there as well.

I sense Dan is getting a little uncomfortably hot from all this stimulating talk as he changes the topic of conversation, but he still be admiring.  Do you like Wrestling? He acks me. 

I say: You mean like John Cena and the WWE?

He says: No man, that is play-acting, I mean real sweaty man to man, muscle to muscle, honest to goodness sports wrestling

I respond: Well I did a little varsity wrestlin’ in High School, but I do a different sort of wrestlin’ these days. I flashed him another smile.

So we continued to talk about the intricacies of the sport, and I have to admit Dan’s knowledge about it is encyclopedic, he is like a walkin’ talkin’ Wrestling Wiki.

I drops him off at the Hotel, and he gives me a huge wad of cash for my tip. He took my limo business card, with my private cell phone number scrawled on the back, along with a note: If you need a private tour of the best of Vegas, give me a call.  I flicked through the bills in my hands.  It was the biggest tip I got during my stint as a limo driver, and I got some pretty big tips- both cash and OTHER sorts of tips.

As he walked away I got a rather satisfying view of Dan's
 powerful glutes and wide lat wings.


Jamal flashes another one of those gorgeous smiles at Mule. This was the sort of smile that had Mule doing backflips for Jamal over the past few weeks.




As he walked away I got a rather satisfying view of Dan's powerful glutes and wide lat wings. Dan looked as good goin' as he does comin'.    I knew I HAD to have dat ass.

Anyway  after my shift, I head back to the hotel later in the evening as I have an Uncle who works there and he let me use the pool, sauna and other shit there for free. Yes, I was hoping to run into Dan, but so far no luck,spotting him around the casino or the other parts of the Hotel I surveyed.  My phone was humming like a vibratin' bed fed with quarters, but it was all from other guys hungerin' for me.  I felt resigned to disappointment, I decided I had misjudged Dan's cravings for me.

So I am in the Sauna, sprawled out naked as j-bird in the whirlpool hot tub when who walks in wearing only a towel, but Dan- or as you know him: Grappler Dan.  He takes one looks at my muscles glistening with sweat and my big black Moby Dick and does one of those Jim Carrey in Mask numbers.




I give him my best bedroom eyes with a ‘You KNOW you wanna fuck me smile’ kinda like this:

Jamal gave Mule an endearing sensual smile and puppy dog eyes causing the blonde’s pulse raced which went to reinforce Jamal’s point.  The effect was so palpable that the hapless Blond Jock was figuratively wrapped ever tighter around Jamal's little finger.

Anyways-Dan just stood there his mouth like a fish out of water gulping for air, kind of like the look you are giving me now, Mule.

Mule flushed a deep scarlet.

Dan could not help gawking at the invitingly sensual 
muscular  beauty, that was  Jamal

So noticing that Dan was still not wearing his wedding ring, I invited the guy to come join me in the tub . "We are both huge muscled guys, but there is still plenty of room in here for both of us." --I said in my most sultry baritone.

Jamal invited Dan to share the whirlpool hot tub with him.


He staggers forward and sits down next to me, and doesn’t even flinch when I let my left leg lean against his right. Dan had this glazed look on his face as he drank in this ebony stud sitting in such close proximity to himself.  I have to admit that being so close to that hot, Pavlovian, athletic muscle packed on the frame of the handsome grappler, made me feel a bit dizzy myself!


Jamal's let his left leg leaned against Dan's right leg


 When his head clears a little from the vapors, and I don’t mean the steam in the sauna, we begin to talk about wrestling again.  I figured the talk of men in hot and heavy embrace was sure to put him in the mood for what I knew with certainty was going to come later, and you know me well enough Mule that I am not being arrogant about this, just laying it out like it is.


Dan was as much an expert on all things wrestling, as Jamal 
was in the art of seduction

Mule was still speechless, his jaw still slack, and could only nod in agreement.


After a while talking about grappling...



After a while talking about grappling with me laying down a slew of innuendos and double entendres, Dan turned and acksed me: Want to wrestle? Dan said this in a virile husky voice that seemed highly suggestive to me of something more than just athletic competition.



"Want to wrestle?"


I was like-- What here? Looking about the Sauna.

He shakes his head: No they have this room for spinning and yoga and that shit, nobody will be in there this time of night, and it would be perfect for our needs.  Walls and floor are all padded.

I thought to myself that Dan clearly wanted to get his hands on my body, and be pressed together with mine, but this was the only way his virile sensibilities could contemplate doing so, and so wrestling was his compromise between his lust and his masculinity.  But no worries, that would only be phase one, you alpha males are all into that phase one.

So we heads out over there in nothing but our towels, as it was all part of the recreation complex in sub-basement 2 and not in the more popular sky view facilities.

Mule masturbated harder.

Once there we got in our face-down stances and assessed one another.

Dan Juan was pretty impressive fo' a playa twice mah age, but I can appreciate dem muscle daddies, especially if like Dan Juan they muscles is still up in formidable fightin’ shape.  Dude has doze seasoned phat looks up in his bangin’ rugged features, a slight salt n' pepper up in his hair, n' da thug was not badly endowed fo' a white muthafucka.    


The two alpha muscle hunks squared off!


Jamal masturbated when he mused about Dan’s hot body.  Mule noted that when Jamal spoke at length he tended to drift in and out of the black vernacular.  When he got excited, or was conversing with Tyrone he drifted into a more extreme version of the urban idiom that sometimes even the street savvy Mule had no idea what the hell the dude was saying.

Jamal continued: Dan Juan on tha other hand was getting’ a view of dis li’l studly muscle. Dat was a vivid image of yo' boy, fresh outta tha sauna, black muscles gleamin’ wet, a towel round mah waist.   Dan Juan saw mah towel drop n' dis big-ass black club sprang free.    Dan Juan was transfixed, focused intently on dis extraordinary face, high cheek bones, square jaw, piercin’ eyes fo' which I be rightfully famed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! 

Mule was too transfixed by the body and nodded his head with a bobbing motion, his handsome face marred with a goofy lust-driven expression on his face that made him look somewhat like a retarded gorilla

Jamal pressed on with his story: Dan muttered:  Damn, I’ve got a huge boner that won’t quit.

You too, huh?  Your sharp eared Jamal responded.

We looked at each other and grins became bolder, and we broke into laughter.  

I’ve never lost at wrestling, Dan said, matter-of-factly.   You should submit right now, buddy

Fuck you, asshole, I holla'd wit a gangbangin' finger-lickin' disarmin’ grin. I ain’t talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch.   It’s yo' ass gonna git plowed.

So both of us stallions flared our nostrils, our male testosterone ruling over us.    

Shit, man, I could take you in a heartbeat, take your ass to the mat so fast your fucking head would spin.” Dan confidently styled.

Yo slick ass can’t be thinkin’ ‘bout a god damn thang but takin mah dope n' precious black ass can yo-- ya slick ass, biatch? I taunted, each hand palming one of mah buttocks n' squeezing. Well shiiiit, it had tha’ desired effect of throwin’ Dan Juan a li’l bit off his wild freakadelic game.

"Let's do this!!!!" 


Dan was the stronger man and I knew that I had to rob Dan of the advantage.   I pounded up behind him and launched myself forward, grabbing him hard round the waist in a football tackle, bringing us both crashing to the ground.   

My fuckin’ arms was locked up in a grip of steel round Dan’s stomach, as Dan Juan flexed his bangin' rock-hard abs against ‘em.    As we rolled over n' over Dan’s arms flailed up in a thugged-out desperate attempt ta free hisself from tha vise.   Dude maneuvered onto his stomach pressed his thugged-out li’l palms an' knees tha fuck into tha mat, an' wit a superhuman effort, forced his dirty ass upward against yours truly.    Dude powered up onto ta his feet n' I lost mah grip.

Now we paced round each other, our eyes locked on each other, wary wrestlers searching for an opening.    Motherfucker, Dan growled.  You know you can’t beat me, asshole.

We circled each other like two bulls competin’ fo' a herd of heifers!  Two muscle gods, our naked bodies gleamed wit sweat , tha one black as ebony, n' tha other  like a white marble statue of a Greek wrestlin' god

We finally came back  together up in a typical wrestler’s openin’ move, one hand clamped on tha side of each other’s neck, tha other on tha rival’s shoulder n' shit.    Locked together we pushed n' strained, an' it was Don Juan whose ass broke tha stalemate.    Dude curled his fuckin leg round mine, yanked it hard an' busted yo' boy, Jamal, sending me sprawlin’ on mah back.   Dude fell tha fuck on me up in a second, grabbin’ mah head n' poundin’ it down on tha mat again n' again.


Dan's grip was like steel.

I grabbed Dan’s wrists, pullin' desperately ta pry his hands apart.    But Dan’s grip was like steel an' I was soon feelin' dazed an' weakened.  Instinctively I let go of tha wrists and, musterin' all mah strength, smashed mah fist upward against Dan’s stomach.   Da move winded Dan Juan enough ta make his ass loosen his grip, givin' me tha chance ta roll away n' stagger ta mah feet.

The blow to Dan’s steely abs had not weakened him, but I be still shaking mah head, it still reeling from the beating it had jus’ taken.    Through blurred vision I sees Dan’s triumphant grin and I launched myself forward.   But I was still off balance and Dan stepped to the side, grabbed mah arm, stooped, an' put his shoulder against me, heaving me high up and stretching mah body tight behind his neck.   This black body was sprawled helplessly on its back across Dan’s shoulders, with one of Dan’s upstretched arms over mah legs and the other across mah neck in a perfect backbreaker hold.     Dan began to spin round, yelling, “That’s it, man, you’re finished.    Submit, asshole.”

"No one beats me at wrestling, Jamal...NO ONE!"
"That’s it, man, you’re finished."
   
"Submit, asshole."


But I refused to give in.   Lyin’ locked across Dan’s shoulders, I felt myself spinnin’ around in a helpless blur, knowin’ I could not escape.     Mah back felt like it be breakin’ and in a few more seconds Dan would have won, but he was frustrated by mah refusal to submit.   He lifted mah body high in the air, held it up in triumph, an’ then launched it across the mat.    This magnificent black body got itself slammed down belly-side up on the mat and, as it spasmed, as I be momentarily stunned staring at the fuzzy ceiling lights.

Seconds late,r still in a daze I spots the exultant muscledaddy looming over me    I was too weak an' stunned to react, even when I realized what was coming.   Dan dropped to his knees, grabbed mah ankles and pushed them high in the air, pinning Jamal.   You’re gonna wish you’d given up, man, Dan growled. I slapped the mat three time to tap out. 

Mule was fapping furiously as the listened to how the match was playing out, recalling his own tussles with Grappler Dan.

Oh, what the hell, I said.  You wanna try that again?

Hell, yes. Dan quickly replied, Let's go again...

Once again we came together without any inhibitions.    Crashed together would be more like it …… rams locking horns, our testosterone flowin’ more strongly than ever.   Our bodies ground together once more, we flexed our bodies against each other, diggin’ our fingers into the solid rippling muscles. Us two muscle-studs rolled over and over, crashin’ on the mats without lettin’ go of each other.

This is what the whole day had been building to.  

Dan should have realized like I did, that it would come to this when we first got out of the sauna,and latah  out on the mat, truly studyin’ each other’s glistening naked sweat drenched bodies, oh so gorgeous…

Jamal lost his train of thought for a second, a faraway look in his eyes.

We had put that hunger out of our minds fo’ the time we had been concentrating on the wrestlin’, but now here we were rolling over the floor, again in a frenzy of lust and desire. 

Our testosterone still flowed an’ our raging male libidos took over as we tested each other’s muscular physiques half-wrestling, half sexually gropin’.   Finally I was on mah knees astride Dan Juan, pinning his hands to the floor above his head.   I grinned down at his handsome face gleaming with sweat.

Man oh man, Dan growled.

I looked down and grinned    Wow, will you look at that ass?   Now that’s an ass that’s not used to a cock inside it, especially a big black club.   My gaze moved up over the muscular expanse of the superb V-shaped back.    And that’s the gorgeous body of a man who’s always on top, never gets beaten, an’ never submits.   Am I ever gonna enjoy fucking your macho ass, stud

Like hell you are!  Dan roared with masculine pride.  With a burst of strength Dan pushed upward and heaved me over onto mah back, so our positions were reversed.  I was pinned again.   Look at me, asshole.   Do I look like the kind of guy that gets fucked? 

My body was heaving.  Dan lectured me: Listen to me, Jamal, buddy. Nobody gets to fuck my ass, period.   Least of all some punk ass 19 year old kid!


He continued:  Now, Jamal, I want to see that huge black club of yours shoot its load all over yourself.   You look so fucking incredible, I want to see an emission as your final act of submission.    You ready, man?

I groaned: Whenever you say, sir.

OK, stud.    Admit it, I am the best.  Submit to me …now!   Let me see you shoot your load, fucker.

I stroked until mah big black cock shuddered and a huge spurt of white liquid blasted high in the air, and splashed down on Dan’s head and mah straining, gleaming black chest.   I shot again, and again, until I was soaked in pools of mah own semen.   We both took great gulps of air and it was a long time before our heaving bodies came to rest.    We had not broken eye contact, and still gazed into each other’s smiling face.

Then he did the unexpected: Dan Juan leaned over and gave me a hard, long, passionate kiss on the mouth.  When our lips parted we just sort of stared at each other blinkin’

Dan spoke first.    You are the best, Jamal.   There’s nobody in the world like you.

I grinned.   No, buddy.    We are the best.   There’s nobody like us.”  Then he laughed.   Amazing what two jocks get up to when they hit Vegas.

We showered, dressed and hand in hand we got into the elevator and Dan pressed the button for his floor.

He led me into his suite, and we began making out like a couple of teenagers in a drive-in.  After what happened in the gym, Dan had abandoned all pretense and reluctance. It wasn’t long before we were 69-ing on his bed.   But then he started thinkin’ about his wife and kids or some shit like that and he got cold feet.

So I got off the bed and turned around: You don't want to? I said. Dan had fallen right into the trap and was now staring at my bare, black, muscular ass, his mouth dropping a little as I flexed it, the bubble of each bulge of muscle rising and falling




I’m built like a stud stallion, both fore and aft. I boasted, slapping this hard muscled bubble-butt of mine to emphasize the latter. The former, of course, went without saying. 

Jamal gave his own ass a good slap there in the showers, to emphasize the aft, and strokes his cock with one hand  to point out the fore.  With the other stroked Mule’s chest sensuously with one finger,  the whole exercise setting Mule’s eyes spinning in his head. 

Jamal then continued the story

This can all be yours, I grandly stated, turning and waggling my magnificent naked butt in Dan’s face.  As an added tease I played the show-off and seized both sleek hairless cheeks, one in each hand and slowly parted my twin hills, giving Dan a glimpse of the hidden valley between… that intoxicatingly alluring Flower at the entrance to the Promised Land within...  What do you say, Grappler Man?  Are you up to the task, or would you prefer I just roll you over onto your back and screw you senseless for a few hours?  Either way is fine with me. I said grinnin’ wickedly.

Jamal gave Mule a devilish grin as if to illustrate.

Dan Juan could not help himself, all thoughts of the wife and kiddies vanished and he grabbed me, swung me face down on to the bed, and fucked my ass good!  Sure he did it clumsily at first, but then more practiced, I am guessing  he had experimented with his grappler teammates prior to his marriage...   Then when he was done, we cuddled a bit, recovering our strengths for what was about to come.  Then I gave him a strong hard long kiss until he grew limp and pliable.  I rolled him on his stomach, and cried out MY TURN, and I prepared to breed that white bitch like there was no tomorrow.

Now Mule, I don’t fuck in anger, I don’t fuck to cause pain.   I want the guys I fuck to get off on it, to remember it, and to come back for more.”

Mule looked like he was burning with a high grade fever at this point.






The rugged, powerful grappler offered his muscular white ass to me jutting it up into the air a little.   OK, man, let’s get it over with.   I can grit my teeth and take my punishment like a man.  

I stared down at him.  Man, yo ass is so fuckin' gorgeous.   I guess I wanted ta take yo' ass tha first time I saw you up in tha limo …… but I’m not gonna do dat shit.

Dan turned his head to his side to look at me and thrusting his fine white ass upwards even further, as if pleading for my big black cock, said: What?  But I am offering it to you, man.  My ass is yours.

I strategically replied with a cold cool hiss:  Like I said  Dan, when I fuck, I want tha muthafucka ta love it, not close his wild li’l fuckin eyes, ‘grit his cold-ass teeth’ n' endure it—like it yo thinkin’ it as some sort of ‘punishment dat you wanna git over wit quicker than a muthafucka.

As Dan turned on his side and stared in at my naked glory, l walked over to the closet and gazed into the full-length mirror on the door.    My jaw clenched, my muscles flexed and I began to run my hands lightly over this spectacular naked chest.

 Jamal gave a visual demonstration of these motions to Mule and long strands of drool hung from the blonde’s slack jaw.

   I moaned softly as I felt mah pecs, then the ridges of mah washboard stomach, next ruunin’ mah hands up over mah shoulders and down to stroke mah perfect biceps.

I spoke softly to Dan, but kept mah eyes fixed in mah own mirror image.    Man, you should try this some time.    It’s incredible getting off on yourself …… gives you total freedom.   You can do just what you want, cum when you want, stop when you want.    Look at that guy in the mirror.   He’s fucking gorgeous …… and he’s gonna make me shoot my load. A load that could’ve been all up your fine ass.

Dan could hardly believe his eyes.   He had never seen, never imagined, anything like this ….a stud getting off on himself.   It was a brand new experience …and one that made his dick hard as a rock.    He stroked his cock lightly as he gazed in awe at the sight.  

I began to pose naked before the mirror.   First I raised mah arms, flexing these biceps like this…

Jamal pops his biceps for the Mule

…then pressed mah fists on the sides of mah waist, pushing his shoulders forward and flarin’ mah lats in a classic bodybuilder pose.

Jamal strikes the pose for Mule, who although larger than Jamal, could not help but admire and desire the aesthetic perfection.

Oh, man, Dan moaned, that is fucking incredible.    You look magnificent, buddy.   My dick’s stiff as a pole.”   Then he shouted Oh, shit, man! --when he saw what came next.

Cuz I had moved my hands back to this ripped ebony chest and was squeezing mah chocolate Hersey Kisses nipples hard in my fingers. Like this.

Jamal demonstrated for the Mule who began in excitement to work his own nipples mirroring Jamal.

I twisted mah nips viciously and threw mah head back as the pain increased.    These tits were on fire and the pain radiated over mah chest.   My fuckin’ ding-a-ling stood up rigid from my pubic afro an' I started ta rap ta tha playa up in tha mirror.

Oh, yeah, stud.   Let me see you torture those tits, man.   Yeah, feel the pain in your chest …take it, stud.    Look at that hard dick.    Shit, man, the pain’s gonna make you cum.   Let me see you shoot your load, fucker.

NO!    Dan shouted at the pornographic moving image in the mirror.   Don’t cum, man.   Please, don’t shoot yet.

I dropped mah hands but still stared at myself.  I thrust a thumb towards my mirror image.  But he looks so fuckin’ hot, man.    Look at that fuckin’ jock getting off on himself.    Nothing else could make me cum like him.   What else could I do with my cock?”

Dan was whimpering now.    Fuck me, Jamal.    You are so fucking gorgeous …. I need you, man.    I need to feel that fat cock in my ass.

I smiled.    You know how looking at a beautiful men gets me off, Dan.   It’s a question of which one of you looks best.  I finally turned to look at the man on the bed.   What can you do fo' me, stud? What can you do fo' me, dat he--I pointed ta mah doppelganger-- can’t?

 Suddenly Dan Juan comprehended there was a competition as to who l was goin’ to fuck: Dan or the stud in the mirror.

Dan was shuddering with desire for this spectacular man you see before ya.   Look! --he said and stretched his naked body, spread-eaglin' it on the bed, wrists up to the bedpost, feet spread at the bottom.   He flexed his bulgin’ muscles hard, desperate to turn me, his buddy on, to pull me away from the mirror.

I shook mah head.    Gotta admit it, man.   You do look fucking magnificent.    What do you want from me?

Dan was pleading now.    I want you to fuck my ass.   Please, I want to watch that gorgeous body hammer my ass.

Nah, when it starts to hurt you’ll change your mindand you know this enormous black dong is gonna hurt—I said with mah arms crossed across mah chest.

No …. No!   Dan stretched even higher to the bed posts.   Look, man, tie me up.    Tie me to the bed and fuck my ass.  He was almost sobbing with desire.    Please, sir.    Let me feel your dick inside me, I beg you.

I smiled …a confident, arrogant smile.     That’s it buddy.    I knew I could make you want it …crave it.    Take a good look at me, man.    Beautiful, no?     I know what I can do to guys, how much I can turn them on.   I didn’t need to fight you, Dan.    I knew that just by looking at me you would submit to me … want me inside you…NEED me inside of you

Perfect, I said as I smiled.  I reached into my gym bag for the set of shackles I keep there.  As you know, I always carry a pair of my 'special cuff links', in my gym bag... We've had a lot of fun with those manacles, haven't we Mule?

Mule smiled sheepishly.

Jamal grinned back and carried on with his story: I tied his hands to the bedposts with the manacles, making sure the chains were stretched tight.  That’s just so you can’t touch your cock.    Did I tell you that every time I fuck a man he shoots his wad without even touching himself?     You’re gonna do the same, buddy.   I guarantee it.



"That’s just so you can’t touch your cock.    
Did I tell you that every time 
I fuck a man he shoots his wad 
without even touching himself? "    


You know I ain’t jiving about dat, right Mule...--  Jamal said with a leer, flashing a confident sexy grin to the uncharacteristically sheepish looking Mule.

Jamal continues: Dan’s heart was pounding, an’ he all breathin’ heaving as he watched me tie him.    But then he shook with frustration.

Cuz I had turned around and was looking in the mirror again.   Hell man, I don’t know which one of you is the bigger turn-on.   I have to say that da guy in the mirror looks pretty damn good.    I began to stroke mah already rigid cock and used mah other hand to squeeze his nipple.  Oh, yeah.   That’s it, man.    That’s what’s gonna make me cum!

Dan was straining to get free of his bindings in a frenzy of desire.   No, man, please, not like that.    Don’t do this to me ……. I want your cock, man.    Please.   You want me to beg?    Well, I’m begging you.    Please.   Please fuck my ass.

Finally I was satisfied.   By tha sheer force of mah incredible beauty, I had reduced tha big, arrogant, macho stud ta a punk ass beaten, pleadin' man.


Jamal smiled down at the conquered muscledaddy.


Da alpha top-man was offerin' his ass up it me on a silvah platter in submission, beggin' ta git fucked.   I smiled down at the conquered muscledaddy, then dropped to mah knees on da bed.

The hyper-masculine alpha stud Dan was now offering up his
 ass to Jamal on a silver platter, 
begging to be fucked by the Ebony Adonis


I grabbed Dan’s ankles and pushed his legs backward and up, gazing down at the thickly muscled ass raised all vulnerable like before me.   I moved mah hips forward and pressed the head of mah big black dick against the hole.

You sure you want this, buddy?

I’ve got to have it man.   Please. 

"OK.   There’s gonna be some discomfort as I am magnum sized ….but ya also gonna experience total pleasure as you feel my cock slide inside you …… like this.

They locked eyes as I slowly pushed mah stiff rod over the sphincter and into the hot recesses of the ass that by now was a furnace.   Mah cock shuddered as I felt the soft, velvet membrane of the muscle man’s ass.   I pushed further, slowly, until the head of mah dick came to rest against the hard muscle at the back.

Dan had never felt anything like this before.    He could hardly believe that this Nubian God you see before you, was causing the exquisite sensation that shot through his whole body.   He smiled up at me, his new found lover.   There we were, two macho jocks, who were not just having sex, but were now making spectacular love to one another.    I felt mah rigid pole resting against the muscle deep in his ass.

There is nothing like taking possession of an ass of an alpha male that has gone unclaimed up to the point where you set your stake.

I spoke to him softly.   This is the moment, buddy … something you’ve never felt before.   This is how it really feels to be fucked by me.  In one quick, final push, the head of mah cock pressed against the firm muscle and then passed over the inner sphincter, burying itself in the deepest, secret recess of Dan’s gut.   I watched Dan’s eyes open wide, his head shook from side to side, and he howled.

Oh God, man.   Oh, God, that’s incredible.   Oh, man.   I love it.    I love you, Jamal.   Please, man, pound my ass.

Mah superb body became a machine as I pulled his hips back, then plunged mah shaft deep inside the white ass, again and again.    Dan watched the veins bulge in the straining muscles as this black warrior hammered him, and watched this beautiful face gleaming with sweat, jaw clenched, and eyes wild 

As you know from personal experience, Mule, I have never met a top I couldn't, and for that matter didn't, eventually top, even the most masculine alpha male eventually ends up just like you did, on his back, legs in his air,  seeing black Jesus and screaming my name...I especially love it when his sweet ass is cherry and I stamp that fucker PROPERTY OF JAMAL.

Mule fumbled with the soap when Jamal made this pointed  remark and finally dropped it revealing his big round muscular glutes to Jamal.  Jamal slapped Mule’s pro-offered cheeks with a stinging kiss of his hand, and Mule bolted straight up.  He turned to face Jamal one again, his mouth still speechless like a chimp aping talking.  Jamal stuck his splooge covered fingers into Mule’s open mouth and Mule began suckling on the fingers like a baby suckling on a pacifier.

You got to step up your game, son. Jamal explained to the slurping Mule:  Work it with more than:  Nice shoes, wanna fuck?

 Mule replied with a:  wmmrg  fmmm  mmmeh, and Jamal popped his fingers for a second so that Mule could say more clearly.  Works for me.

 Jamal shook his head, Yeah on BIMBOS!

 Mule replied: Nothing wrong with sloots!  I like sloots!

With that Jamal popped his fingers back into Mule’s mouth and Mule commenced suckling while Jamal continued with his story.

I got to give that ol' dude credit, that man had stamina like you wouldn’t believe, we fucked each other most of the night and then again in the morning before I had to head off to work. Dan kissed me passionately when it was time to leave, like he was sending his lover off to war.   I noticed when I was leaving that he was walking around the suite with the ol’ I been fucked by big black cock gait, and I also spied him putting his wedding ring back on. Dan Juan’s Vegas adventure was clearly over. So that is my story about how I met Dan, and I think you can say my story rivals yours.





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The tale told, the two musclemen who had been masturbating during the tale, shot two geysers of spunk and showered down. At this point both Mule and Jamal had visions of Dan swirling round in their sex-heated brains.  Then they were roused from their reveries of Dan and their brains still hopped up on dopamine, they went back to lust crazed thoughts of each other.  Jamal then took the big love-struck blond lug by the hand and led him with their fingers interlaced back into the locker room.



After a quick fuck in the locker room, Mule says to Jamal:

I can’t believe you got to be fucked by Grappler Dan, I wanted him to fuck me soooo bad on that flight.” –said Mule his green eyes flashing a hint of jealousy.   He added, confessionally: “Heck I still want him to fuck me.” And then “Tell me, truthfully how was he?

Pretty damn good as top and bottom, considering he was pretty much an amateur at having sex with men!  With a little practice I think he might even be able to surpass even you!”
Mule shot him a venomous glance.

What makes you think he will give it at another go?” inquired the Mule with an expression of calculation clearly visible on his face.

He told me he travels to Vegas regularly now and you know what they say, whatever happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. 


♥♥Jamal knew that his sexy stories never failed to entice Mule 
into his bed.♥♥

ROLL EXIT THEME:


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