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To my surprise, he stopped playing with my ass and slid out of my grasp and out from under me, then got to his feet. “Boys,” he said, looking at our masturbating “sons”, “Mr. Whittaker and I need to be cleaned up.”

Wyatt immediately ran into the next room and came back with a double handful of towels, half of which he tossed to Kevin. My boy, impressively, caught each one, and the two of them came onto the mat to join us. I stepped forward to meet Kevin, but, to my surprise and to Kevin’s, Ryu directed Wyatt to towel me off instead.

Kevin looked a question at me; I nodded and gestured slightly with my head toward Ryu. He shrugged and obeyed orders. Meanwhile, Wyatt had reached me and was patting me dry with the towels – not rubbing, but the effect was electric. Having this muscular Japanese boy tapping his hands all over my body was making my boner scream for release, and when Wyatt started drying off my cock, I almost exploded right then and there.

Wyatt’s eyes met mine and he smiled at me. His smile wasn’t as sweet as Kevin’s, but there was an archness to it that I found strangely appealing. My body was dry now, with most of the oil absorbed by the towels that Wyatt dropped at our feet. And then, adjusting his body so that his knees were on the towels, he knelt before me and took my dick into his mouth.

Kevin didn’t wait for orders; he immediately dropped to his knees and started sucking on Ryu’s dick. I might have said something, but my brain was being overloaded by sensation as Wyatt proved with his lips and tongue that, novice wrestler though he was, he was a master cocksucker. My knees threatened to give out, but the competitive streak in me still had partial control over me, and I wasn’t about to drop before Ryu did.

Ryu must have felt the same, because I could see his legs trembling under Kevin’s ministrations. He dug his fingers deep into Kevin’s thick red hair, in part to steady himself. He glanced over to me and murmured, “Your Boy’s good.”

“So is yours.” My legs were about to give out, and I could see his were, too, so I decided to make it a draw. “Shall we?”

Ryu nodded in relief, and we began to sink back down to the mat. Wyatt and Kevin stopped just long enough to wipe up the oil from the mat using the towels, and, as Ryu and I leaned on our backs, the Boys returned to their duties. Or should I say, jobs.

Wyatt’s mouth was sheer heaven; he knew how to make a man feel good, but then, most men do, but only a handful of us are willing to do it. His mouth was all over my cock, pausing only to slide his tongue over my balls in ways that made me gasp, and I had to force myself not to crush his head with my thighs. The LAST thing I wanted to do was hurt this beautiful Boy.

I glanced over at Kevin and Ryu, and Ryu looked to be in similar condition. Kevin had laid on his side and continued to service Ryu. I knew from vast personal experience how good he was, so Ryu’s condition was easy to understand. But Kevin’s monster cock was just there, standing straight out from his body…

The thought was father to the deed. I shifted my body on the mat until my face was close enough to Kevin’s junk that I could smell the sweet musky scent that had made the last two years so magnificent. I opened my mouth and lassoed his dick with my tongue, guiding it into my mouth without even using my hands. Wyatt, pro that he was, didn’t miss a beat, moving his body along with mine without losing my dick from his mouth. Ryu saw what I had done, and shifted his body, too. His tongue wasn’t as dexterous as mine, but it still wasn’t long before he had his Boy’s dick in his mouth and was giving him what looked like absolutely superb head.

For a long moment, the four of us lay on the mat, four muscular men engaged in a perfect circle of cocksucking, the only sounds between us being the slurping and occasional gagging noises as the four of us enjoyed each other. Wyatt was able to take me all the way down his throat, something even Kevin had trouble doing sometimes, and I reveled in the wonderful pressure that it was putting on my shaft, even as Kevin’s delectable sweat and pre-cum danced a tango on my tongue.

Surprisingly enough, it was Wyatt who broke the circle, with just a single, “Switch!” None of us had any trouble figuring out what he meant. I took my mouth off Kevin, took some time out for a deep, loving kiss with my Boy, and then leaned over and took Wyatt into my mouth. He had a different taste than Kevin. Kevin’s sweat and pre-cum was almost spicy; Wyatt seemed almost earthy. Of course, some of what was in my mouth was the residue Ryu’s sucking had left, but, like a gourmet, my brain was analyzing what was on my tongue and concluding that it was all Wyatt.

Kevin, meanwhile, was sucking me with an aggression I hadn’t felt before. I shot a quick glance at him, while never keeping my mouth off Wyatt. It didn’t take long. His eyes were closed, but after a couple of seconds they opened and looked at Wyatt. It was about halfway between a friendly glance and a furious glare; my Boy was just a little jealous. Then he saw that I was watching him; his eyes widened and he flushed, embarrassed. I took my mouth off Wyatt’s dick just long enough to mouth the words, I love you.

There is nothing on this earth more beautiful than my Boy’s smile. He mouthed, I love you too, and then got back to work.

I don’t know how long we lay there, four hot men engaging in hot cocksucking, but this time it was Ryu who broke things up, taking Wyatt out of his mouth. He sat up, sitting on his thighs, breathing deeply. Wyatt took his dick out of my mouth. I was expecting him to move in on me, but, to my surprise, he knee-walked across the “circle” and took Kevin’s head in his hands. The two Boys began to kiss, their tongues dancing, or maybe wrestling, back and forth between their mouths.

I looked at Ryu; again, rather than moving toward me, he was moving behind Kevin, who was on his hands and knees and still tongue-wrestling Wyatt. I smiled; I knew what was coming next. As Ryu’s head disappeared behind Kevin’s ass, I crawled over behind Wyatt and placed my hands on his massive glutes. There it was, the Promised Land, a beautifully smooth pucker just waiting for my tongue to give it the attention it deserved.

I kissed one of his cheeks, then the other, then moved up his body so that I was almost mounting him – but didn’t penetrate. Wyatt looked back at me in surprise; clearly, he was expecting the same treatment Kevin was getting (and enjoying, from the look on his face). I only smiled at him, bent over, and swirled my tongue on the back of his neck until I found his spine. Slowly, I ran my tongue along his backbone, pausing only to replenish the spit on it, and Wyatt shivered at the feeling. When I got past his waistline, he tensed in anticipation. And when my tongue slid past his crack and into his waiting hole, a low moan escaped from his lips.

I swirled my tongue into Wyatt’s tight little pucker, pushing in and out, fucking him with my mouth. Wyatt loved it, and he started grinding his ass into my face. I didn’t hear any more moans from him, though, and when I paused briefly to see what was wrong, I smiled. He and Kevin were locked in a deep, soulful kiss, one hand supporting their bodies and the other hand caressing each other’s cheeks.

I returned to washing Wyatt’s hole with my spit, but one part of my brain was acknowledging that Kevin and I were going to have to have a talk when this was over. I loved my Boy and I didn’t want to lose him, but it was clear that he and Wyatt were really into each other, and it seemed more than just below the waist. Something about they had interacted with each other at the party hinted at a deeper connection, and if he wanted to explore that, I was going to give him the freedom to do so.

But back to the business at hand. I left off rimming Wyatt and moistened one of my fingers, then slid it gently into his pulsing hole. I could hear him gasp as my finger worked its way out and in, out and in. When I expanded it to two fingers, the gasps became moans, moans echoed by Kevin as Ryu began to finger him. Listening to the two of them, Kevin had the slightly deeper voice, but the erotic harmony they were making was music to my ears.

At three fingers, Wyatt looked back, his eyes pleading for more. He didn’t want fingers, he wanted the real thing. I locked eyes with Ryu, about to ask a question with my eyes, but I didn’t have to. Ryu had already produced a bottle of lube from somewhere and he was prepping his cock and Kevin’s hole. He smiled at me and tossed me the bottle.

I applied a liberal amount of lube to my eager cock and to Wyatt’s hole. Kevin and I have been lovers for over two years, and while I'm almost always the top, he's been inside me a few times; we know exactly how fast we can go with each other. But I’d never been with Wyatt and I had no intention of hurting him. I teased the head of my cock at his hole, and then slowly, slowly, s-l-o-w-l-y started to push in. Wyatt gasped as I penetrated him, and I paused, watching his face. When he looked back and nodded, I pushed in a little more. We kept on that way, start and stop, until I was balls deep into him.

I began to fuck him, my hips thrusting forward and then pulling back, slowly and first, but with a faster and faster rhythm as I went on. Across the sea of flesh, Ryu was pumping Kevin just as hard, and the two Boys, not able to kiss with the constant pounding, were holding onto each other for dear life as their Daddies reminded them who the Daddies were. Wyatt’s hole was even tighter than Kevin’s, and I was having the time of my life being inside him

Ryu and I circled for a long moment, more to get used to the idea of moving on an oiled surface than to size each other up. We’d had plenty of opportunity to do that at the party. I caught the look in his eye just as I’d made up my mind, and we had the same idea, our bodies coming together in a classic collar and elbow tie up.

We’d sized each other up visually, but I admit that I wasn’t prepared for the sheer strength of the man in front of me. Ryu was easily as powerful as I was, and I saw his eyes widen a little when he realized that the reverse was also true. Whichever one of us came out on top in this matchup, he wasn’t going to have an easy time of it.

I tried to pull Ryu into a headlock, but the oil covering both of our bodies made it hard to get a firm grip on him, and he easily slipped out of my grasp. The same oil, however, made it just as hard for him to maintain his balance, and his feet slid out from under him, sending him flat on his back on the mat.

I dove on him, and we wrestled back and forth on the mat, first one of us on top, then the other. Kevin and Wyatt were shouting encouragement to us from the sidelines; grown men they might have been, but they were still our Boys, and what Boy doesn’t want his Daddy to be the toughest around?

We were still scuffling when Ryu got a viselike grip on both of my wrists that made me think that blood was going to come spurting out of my fingertips like toothpaste out of a tube. Ryu forced me down on my back and straddled me, but low on my body, with his junk near mine. Before he could move up my body and complete the schoolboy pin, I rolled to the side and wrenched my hands free, then slid my body forward and out of his grasp.

We both got to our feet. Ryu followed after me, but he was a rugby player, and he was used to fighting on grass and dirt. This old hockey player was used to fighting on ice, and it made me just a hair faster than he was. As he dove for me, I sidestepped out of the way and pounced on him, then forced him onto his back and straddled his chest, my hard cock and golf-sized balls in his face.

“Now this is how you do a schoolboy pin, my friend,” I jeered at him. “I hope you’re taking notes!” I took my dick in my hand and slapped him across the face with it, and I could hear Kevin cheering and laughing as I completely dominated Wyatt’s helpless Daddy.

But I was never going to be able to hold Ryu down indefinitely using only one hand, and it wasn’t very long before his free hand pushed my body up just enough for him to slide under me and free himself. He lunged at me again before I had a chance to right myself, and before I knew what was happening, Ryu had put me on my back and he was lying across my chest. If we’d been wrestling to pin, that would have been the match, and I mentally kicked myself for being taken down so easily.

I kicked my legs and thrashed my arms, and Ryu bounced off and on my chest. I was getting out of the pin, but I was doing as much damage to myself as I was doing to Ryu, if not more! I sat up and grabbed one of his wrists just as he grabbed one of mine, and we struggled like that for a long couple of minutes. I finally broke the standoff and went for his legs.

Shooting a double leg from a sitting position isn’t the easiest thing in the world to do or the best technique, but with the help of the oil making it impossible for Ryu to stay on his feet, it worked. Ryu landed on his back with my arms still around his legs; I held them in place against my body and reached over to circle his head. I couldn’t quite complete the cradle, but Ryu certainly wasn’t enjoying the experience.

Or maybe he was. His dick was still rock hard, just as mine was, and he wasn’t trying to free himself – although his hands were running all over my chest, my stomach, and my left leg. And at one point, his hand closed over my dick and stroked it.

Just twice, but the effect on me was electric. My knees, even though I was pretty much lying down, went weak, and my grip on him loosened ever so lightly. That was all he needed. His legs kicked out, ripping themselves out of my grasp, and then Ryu brought them up close to his body and wrapped them tightly around my head, slamming me down to the mat with more than a little force.

Ryu brought all of the considerable power in his massive legs to bear, squeezing my head with such force I thought my eyes were going to pop out of my sockets. Now I could hear Wyatt cheering his Daddy on and Kevin screaming for me to get out of there, which, since my ears were pretty much covered, must have meant they were both screaming very loudly.

I never did get out of there; Ryu simply got bored with the headscissors and decided to switch his tactics. He released my head and quickly spun his body around until we were chest-to-chest, then pinned me down to the mat and lay astride me, his hands pinioning my wrists to the mat. I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my side and I realized that he’d driven a knee into it—and then he did it again. Our heads were a scant handful of inches apart and I could feel his hot breath on my face as he panted from the exertion of our battle.

His legs grapevined mine, just as Wyatt’s had grapevined Kevin’s in the final minutes of their ma—all right, fight—and I heard him murmur in my ear, “Are you ready to give up? Please say no.”

“No fucking way,” I growled back.

“Suit yourself,” Ryu chuckled. He released one of my wrists and patted me condescendingly on the cheek.

Big mistake. Actually, two big mistakes, first letting one of my hands free and then pissing me off. I clenched my free hand into a fist and drove it solidly into his side, hearing him grunt in pain and surprise. A second fist brought the same result. After the third, Ryu let go of my other hand and unwrapped his legs from around mine and slid off of me and across the mat before climbing to his feet.

“You punched me,” he said—but calmly, as if he’d been expecting it.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that the Boys had removed their uniforms and were standing next to each other naked, each Boy’s hand on his cock and stroking idly. “If knee strikes are legal, then punches are legal,” I shot back at Ryu.

Ryu nodded in agreement, smiling. “But no strikes to the face,” he said. “Agreed?”

God, this man was beautifully put together! The oil on our bodies was showing off every muscle he had to magnificent effect. My cock got even harder, which I hadn’t thought was possible. “Absolutely,” I grinned back. “It’s easy to explain a black eye to your parents at fourteen. To clients at 40, not so much.”

Out of the corner of my eye I could see that both Kevin and Wyatt had removed their uniforms and were standing at the edge of the mat naked, each Boy’s hand on his dick. Our battle was having as much of an effect on them as it was on us. But back to the job at hand, as Ryu started to move toward me.

We circled, a little unsteady on our feet – partially because of the oil, partially because we were starting to tire. I had a stitch in my side that I was trying to ignore, and I noticed that Ryu was favoring his right leg a bit. If that wasn’t an invitation, I don’t know what is. I dove for the leg, my hand closing on Ryu’s ankle.

I pulled, hard. On my own, it wouldn’t have been hard enough to take him down, but the oil helped, and Ryu tumbled backwards on his ass. I threw myself up at him, tackling him around his chest, and we hit the mat clutched together and grappling for all we were worth. Neither one of us could stay on top for long, and our bodies slid and slipped around each other as we tried to get into a better position. Kevin and Wyatt’s voices had become shrill as they cheered us on like little kids watching two of their peers in a schoolyard fight.

I ended up on Ryu’s back. My arm snaked around his and my hand planted between his shoulder. Ryu’s arm was forced behind his back as I completely the chicken wing. He squirmed under me, and my hard cock against his solid ass felt very, very good. And considering some of his squirms were obviously not geared toward freeing himself, I have to think it felt very, very good to him, too.

I flexed my arm, just a little, but a little pressure in the right place produces huge results. Ryu screamed in agony as I put ridiculous pressure on his shoulder, but when I asked him if he’d had enough and was ready to quit, he shook his head hard enough to send droplets of oil flying in every direction.

I let him suffer a while longer, and then I let him go. We didn’t want to seriously hurt each other, after all. I rolled off him and climbed to my feet, then walked carefully over to him and nudged him in the ribs with my toe. “I’m waiting,” he said innocently.

Ryu shot me a dirty look, but not with the acrimony that I might have looked at Stevenson if he’d put his hand on my Boy. He scrambled up to his feet, and lunged at me, and we locked up in another collar and elbow. It was hard to keep our feet, and eventually the oil won, and we tumbled to the mat. I landed badly and got the wind knocked out of me, and lay there for a long while, gasping. From the fact that he wasn’t jumping on me to inflict some more punishment, I had a feeling Ryu was, too.

I rolled over onto my hands and knees, and sure enough, Ryu was on his, looking up at me through bleary eyes. The punishment we’d inflicted on each other and the lateness of the hour was making us sluggish, but damned if he wasn’t still hard, just as I was. By unspoken accord, we got up to our knees and moved slowly toward each other.

Ryu leaned back, then lunged forward, his fist coming straight for me. He landed a solid punch right on my chest, rocking me back and almost making my heart skip a beat. Exhausted as he was, there was a respectable amount of power in that punch, and I silently vowed never to get into a real fight with him if I could avoid it.

But I never take a punch without throwing one back, and this was no exception. I slammed a hard left right into his chest, and smiled at the bruise beginning to develop there. Ryu involuntarily curled up around the impact point; if *I* hadn’t been exhausted, he’d have been in position for me to finish him.

Ryu rocked back at the impact, but he wasn’t done yet. He swung again, and another hard punch smacked into my chest. I knew I must be bruised there, too, given the force behind his punches. Not only did I never want to get into a real fight with him, if I ever was in a real fight, I wanted him with me!

But if he wanted to go punch for punch, he needed to remember what a defenseman’s main job was. I reached back and threw a solid shot into his chest that knocked him back onto his back. I didn’t want to seriously injure him, so I waited until he had straightened his legs out from under him, and then I pounced.

The oil made it a lot easier. I grapevined his legs with my own, forcing them apart and putting a little pressure on his knees. I forced his arms above his head, and, pinioning them with one hand, slid my other arm behind his neck. The modified full nelson pushed his chin into his chest and stretched his neck far beyond where it could comfortably go.

Yes, it was the same hold that Wyatt had used to make Kevin submit. And yes, I did it deliberately.

It didn’t take long. My head was right next to Ryu’s, and I was able to hear him whisper, “I give…I…give.” I released the lock as soon as I heard those magic words, but rather than rolling over onto my back and off of him, I stayed on top of him. I liked the feeling of his body under mine, and, quite frankly, I was too exhausted to move anyway.

Ryu and I were more or less face-to-face at this point. His arms came down from where I had trapped them, and his hands, now free, began to roam all over my back and shoulders. Then they started moving lower. Just as his hands began to cup my glutes, Ryu opened his mouth and kissed me.

It was a good kiss, and I gave it the attention it deserved. My hands started roaming across Ryu’s beautiful body, and I lifted my hips a little to give them room to get to the Promised Land. Ryu moaned with pleasure as my hands got busy on his still rock-hard cock and balls.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Kevin and Wyatt had their arms around each other’s waists, but were still jerking themselves off. I locked eyes with Ryu, then glanced in the Boys’ direction, then grinned back at him. He didn’t have any trouble figuring out what I meant. He looked over at the Boys, and smiled.

(Keith’s narrative resumes)

When Kevin and Wyatt, back in uniform, came back out into the main room, I knew something was up. Kevin was joking and laughing with Wyatt, but when he saw me, he flushed a bright red and averted his eyes. I glanced at Ryu and Wyatt; Wyatt was showing no signs of discomfort, so whatever had happened between them in the back, it was with the full approval of his Daddy.

“Ryu,” I said, and the two of them turned to me, “is that invitation still open?”

“Of course it is,” Ryu smiled. Wyatt was smiling, too, so Ryu had obviously let him in on his plans.

“Great,” I smiled back. “We’ll follow you. Daddy Takeda and his Boy have invited us over tonight, Kevin. We’re going to stop there before we go home.”

“Shouldn’t we tell Daddy Stevenson we’re leaving?” Kevin asked. “In case he wants to, I don’t know, give us medals or something?”

“We’re leaving now, Kevin,” I told him, then looked at Ryu. “Okay with you?”

“Absolutely. Come on, Wyatt.”

The four of us made our way to the door; it was a warm night, so we didn’t have coats to collect. Ryu and Wyatt were bantering between them, but Kevin was very quiet. Once out in the parking lot, Ryu’s car was nearby, but I’d parked a lot further away. As soon as I heard Ryu’s car engine start, I asked Kevin, “Is there anything you’d like to tell me?”

Kevin stopped and stared at me. I kept walking for a couple of paces, then turned to face him.

“Well?” I asked.

Kevin’s face crumpled and he looked like he wanted to cry. “I kissed him, Daddy,” he said in a trembling voice. “I kissed Wyatt. While we were cleaning up.”

“I figured as much, and Kevin—it’s all right.” I wasn’t really angry at him, but it meant that he and I needed to have a talk. “We’ll discuss it in the car. Come on.”

The look of misery on Kevin’s face was replaced by one of sheer confusion, but he kept quiet until we were in the car and following Ryu’s waiting car out of the parking lot. As I drove, I reached over and put my hand on his, and squeezed. Kevin seemed to relax, and he turned his hand over until it was clasped with mine, then squeezed back.

“I’m so sorry, Daddy,” he whispered.

“Don’t be,” I said firmly. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“But…”

“No ‘buts’”. I was using my “shut up and listen” voice, and Kevin immediately shut up. “We never said that we were exclusive, and you know that I would have told you if I wanted us to be. You’re twenty-three years old. It’s not natural for you to be monogamous, and at your age I’m not even sure that it’s healthy. And besides, if all you and Wyatt did was kiss…” I let my voice trail off, and, at Kevin’s nod, continued, “then there’s not much risk of you bringing something home. We’ll talk about this tomorrow, but for right now, stop beating yourself up over this. That’s an order.”

Kevin’s face was sober. “Yes, sir,” he whispered quietly. He faced forward and we continued to drive for a few minutes, then, almost tentatively, he leaned over and rested his head on my shoulder. I reached around and put my arm around him, then squeezed gently. The road was straight and empty enough that I could risk a kiss on his forehead before returning my attention to driving.

It took us about half an hour to get to Ryu and Wyatt’s house, a split-level in an affluent neighborhood. By then it was about two in the morning and I was a little tired, but I really, really wanted this play date—or, if I was going to be honest with myself, grudge match in our newly-minted family feud. Not only was Ryu a hot man whom I would have rolled with under any circumstance, the fact that his Boy had made my Boy submit in a room full of men made me want revenge.

Ryu was waiting on the porch for us to pull up. We got out of the car quietly and made our way up the front walk, where he smiled and opened the door for us. We went inside, where Wyatt was waiting on the couch, a beer bottle in his hand. “Can I get either of you anything?” Ryu asked.

“A beer would be great,” I replied. “Kevin?”

“Yes, sir, a beer for me, too.”

Wyatt got up from the couch and went down the hall, presumably to the kitchen, returning after a few minutes with two bottles in his hands, which he handed to us, and an opener clenched between his fantastically white teeth, which I retrieved for myself. I noted the brand with approval, opened my beer, and tossed the opener to Kevin.

We sipped in silence – Ryu had had his own beer waiting for him when we came inside – and then Ryu said. “Well, if you’d like to see our setup, now seems as good a time as any to show it to you.”

“Sounds good,” I said as I drained the last of my beer. “Where is it?”

“Downstairs in the basement. Come, I’ll show you.”

I followed him down a flight of stairs to the basement, with the Boys right behind us. When we got to the bottom and Ryu switched on the lights, I had to admit that I was impressed. The space was almost entirely clear except for a gigantic mat against one of the corners of the room, easily 400 square feet. Two doors stood next to each other in the center of the far wall. “Changing rooms,” Ryu said to my unspoken question.

“I don’t think we’ll need those,” I said. I started stripping my gear off. Kevin was immediately at my side. As each piece of gear came off, Kevin took it from my hands and brought it over to a nearby table to lay it flat. Leather doesn’t wrinkle easily, but once it does it’s almost impossible to get the wrinkles out.

Ryu was taken a little by surprise by my directness, but he smiled and began to remove his gear as well, with Wyatt playing valet as Kevin had done. Still, I was a little ahead of him, and I decided to really up the ante. While he was still getting out of his pants, I stripped off my underwear and handed it to Kevin.

Ryu’s eyes widened – but then his smile did the same, and he, too, stripped to the skin. “I thought we’d use oil as well,” he said. “Wyatt, bring the bottles on your way back, would you?”

Wyatt obediently returned with two bottles of baby oil, one of which he handed to Kevin. Kevin came up me and began to spray the oil all over my chest and back, then ran his strong hands all over my body, rubbing the oil into my skin. My dick began to stiffen, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning with pleasure when my beautiful Boy made sure that it was properly oiled for the match. Behind me, Ryu either had less self-control or else fewer inhibitions, because he did moan at whatever Wyatt was doing to him.

I turned around. Ryu was fully naked, with Wyatt’s hand on his pretty damned impressive cock. It matched my nine inches for length, but mine was just a little thicker. I’d known he had a great chest and abs from his uniform at the party, but I hadn’t had a chance to see his legs. They were thick and muscular, and I was amazed his pants had been able to contain them. His hairless, golden skin was glistening under the sheen of oil Wyatt had applied.

Seeing that I was ready for battle, he pushed Wyatt’s hand away and walked out to the middle of the mat, angling his body so that the Boys were watching him from the side and could see his cock standing straight out from his body. The man had a good sense of the visual image. I stepped up to face him man-to-man, cock-to-cock. I could hear one of the Boys murmur, “That’s so hot,” and the other just make an MMMMMM sound.

Our eyes were locked on each other, staring each other down in anticipation of the melee to come. “Our Boys put on a very good show, before,” Ryu said, “but how about we show them how real men fight?”

My smile became vicious.

“Let’s.”

(Interlude – Kevin’s narrative)

Wyatt and I kept our arms around each other until we got back to the changing room, where we couldn’t control ourselves any longer and burst out laughing, doubling over with tears rolling down our eyes. It felt so good to laugh like that and it felt very natural to laugh like that with Wyatt, and if I hadn’t been so hysterical, something about that would have felt…odd.

“That (gasp!) was (gasp!) epic,” Wyatt said. “They loved it!”

“Yeah,” I said. I was moving from belly laughs to a giggle, like I was eight years old and had sneaked a cookie from the kitchen. “They ate up everything we served them – but you definitely sold things better than I did. That first headscissors…”

“Yeah – that was a good idea, shaking me like that. Some of them must have cum in their pants when my ass started shaking.” He straightened up, and said, “Our Daddies are waiting for us. We should probably get cleaned up.”

“Yeah.” I looked around. The cabinets on the wall looked to be the best bet. I tested one; it was unlocked, and there were plenty of towels inside. I tossed one to Wyatt and took a second for myself. “Showers should be around here somewhere, too.”

“In there,” Wyatt gestured. “I saw them when I went to take a piss before. Three stalls, so neither of us would have to wait.” He bent over and stripped off the jockstrap, leaving him goldenly and gloriously naked in front of me. I could feel myself getting hard in my jock, and I was going to have to take it off just to relieve some of the pressure.

My dick immediately sprang up; I would have been embarrassed, but Wyatt was just as hard. I was about to say something smart-assed, but Wyatt quickly turned and made for the showers. I shrugged and followed him. We each took a stall and began to clean up.

“I’m glad you suggested exaggerating everything we did during the match,” I called.

“I knew it would drive the crowd wild,” Wyatt called back from his stall. “Did you see my Daddy was talking to yours almost the entire match?”

“Yeah,” I replied. “You think they’re hitting it off?”

“I think so. Hopefully. My Daddy told me before the matches started that he thought yours was hella hot.”

I jerked my head around the partition dividing our two stalls. “He what?” I spluttered.

“He said he thought your Daddy was hot,” Wyatt said, smiling at me. He turned to face me full on. “Just like I think you’re hot.”

He reached over and pulled me into his stall with him; with my big hockey-built body and Wyatt’s rugby-like physique, it was a very tight squeeze. Our bodies were pressed cock to cock against each other, and I could feel Wyatt’s hardness squeezing against mine. He put his arms around my waist and kissed me.

I haven’t kissed a man besides Daddy in over two years. Part of my brain was screaming in alarm that this wasn’t allowed, that I was betraying my Daddy, but the other part of my brain was melting at the softness of Wyatt’s lips and the feeling of his tongue exploring my mouth. My arms came up of their own accord to slowly encircle Wyatt’s neck, and I shook off my shock enough to match Wyatt kiss for kiss.

That’s all we were able to do; there was no room in the stall for either of us to get lower to suck each other off, but we stood there with the hot water pounding onto my neck for a good fifteen minutes, kissing each other’s mouths, necks, ears. I tried to twist my body enough to get my mouth on Wyatt’s hard nipples, but I’m not that flexible. And when the water started to get cold, Wyatt said, “We’d better finish up here and get back out there or our Daddies might come looking for us.”

“You’re probably right,” I replied. More reluctantly than I should have felt, I disentangled myself from Wyatt and went back to my own stall. The water was uncomfortably cold at this point and it didn’t even do anything to cool my raging hardon, or the chaotic whirlwind of thoughts running through my head. Daddy and I had never said we were exclusive, but we had never said we weren’t, either. I had kissed someone other than my Daddy. Was I going to lose him for this? Dadd—Keith—was the best thing that happened to me in my entire life and I couldn’t imagine a life without him.

I saw Wyatt pass his shower back to the changing room, and I turned off the taps and followed him. As we entered the room, Wyatt turned to me and smiled, and wordlessly used his towel to dry off my still dripping body. My hands automatically returned the favor, rubbing the towel I was carrying all over Wyatt’s smooth body, massive pecs, perfect six back, beautiful ass, impressive cock and balls.

Wyatt was still rock hard, and so was I. We kissed again, this time giving our hands free range to explore each other’s bodies, letting the soaked towels drop to the floor in the process. We were obviously already acquainted with each other’s bodies, but this was almost completely different from a hard fight or even the relatively fun fight we’d had.

Finally, I broke the kiss and stepped away, reminding him, “Our Daddies.” Wyatt grinned and we began to get dressed, putting our uniforms back on and making sure the other Boy looked presentable for his Daddy. Satisfied, we made our way back to the main room where our Daddies were waiting.

Kevin howled as Wyatt poured on the pressure on his back, and everyone on my side had a great view of Kevin’s bulging jockstrap – but Wyatt surprised me by not squeezing Kevin’s balls the way I’d expected him to. Instead, he just worked the leg back and forth, putting what must have been insane pressure on Kevin’s back, and giving him a face full of baby oil to go with it.

“You want to quit, red boy?” Wyatt’s taunting voice rang out over the insane crowd.

“No fucking way!” came Kevin’s response.

“Suit yourself!” Wyatt leaned back even further, and Kevin’s howls filled the room.

I wanted desperately to throw myself into the pit and rescue my Boy, but I knew I couldn’t – mostly because Kevin himself would never forgive me if I did. My Boy had been fighting his own battles long before he met me, and he was going to fight this one to a finish, one way or the other.

“He’s not actually my son, you know.” Ryu’s voice startled me and I jumped a bit. “He’s a cousin, fourth or fifth, I’m not sure.”

“Kevin’s not my son, either,” I replied.

Ryu glanced at me in surprise. “I thought…”

“Nope,” I said. “Not even related.”

A huge grunt brought our attention back to the pit. Kevin had kicked out of the crab and thrown Wyatt halfway across the pit. Before the other Boy could react, Kevin had slid across the distance between them and pounced on him, wrapping his arms around Wyatt’s throat.

Kevin leaned back, clearly intending to get to his back with the rear naked choke on Wyatt. But once again, the oil decided to get involved. Kevin’s feet slipped out from under him, and he landed hard on his back – while Wyatt landed hard on Kevin’s balls.

Kevin howled in agony; nut shots are the absolute worst physical thing a man can endure. Wyatt slipped off of him and, still on his knees, turned to face him, and I was surprised to see a look of … apprehension? on his face. As if he was worried for Kevin?

But if he was worried, it didn’t stop him from straddling my Boy and putting his own forearm across Kevin’s throat. Then he held up his free hand for everyone to see – before bringing it down and digging his fingers into Kevin’s pecs!

The crowd was losing their shit as Wyatt worked Kevin’s meaty chest, taking his forearm off Kevin’s throat to attend to the other pec. Kevin screamed and writhed, and the crowd ate it up … but not me. I know my Boy. And somehow, his reaction didn’t seem … genuine?

Wyatt moved up Kevin’s muscular body until his knees were resting on Kevin’s shoulders. His questing fingers found Kevin’s nipples, and Kevin squirmed in agony as Wyatt pinched and twisted them, grinning like a maniac the entire time. He looked up at the cheering Daddies and Boys and yelled, “ENJOYING THE SHOW?” to such a thunderous response. Wyatt loved the attention so much, he decided to showboat a little, giving the crowd a double bicep pose.

Big mistake.

Kevin bucked his hips upward and Wyatt, caught off balance, tumbled off him and landed on his back. Before Wyatt could react, Kevin had him in a sitting position and had underhooked both of his arms. He fell backwards onto his back, controlled this time, wrapped his huge thighs around Wyatt’s body, and Squeezed!

Wyatt’s arms rose over his head and he howled at the pressure Kevin was putting on his ribcage, but something seemed…off to me. It all seemed a little too theatrical. And my suspicions were confirmed when Kevin glanced over to me and gave me a quick, almost imperceptible wink. I grinned. Whether they’d pre-arranged the ending or not, Kevin and Wyatt clearly had decided to make the match as showy and over the top as possible.

Wyatt tried to pry Kevin’s legs apart – I could have told him only I can do that – but Kevin quickly jerked his legs sideways and sent Wyatt down to the tarp. Kevin adjusted his position so that he was straddling Wyatt, his legs now pinning Wyatt’s arms to his sides. He looked up at the cheering, very obviously horny spectators, raised one fist in the air – and brought it down hard onto Wyatt’s six pack!

Well, “hard”. My Boy and I play very rough sometimes, and I know how hard he can hit. He didn’t put anywhere near his full muscle behind that punch. Nor did he for the second, or the third. But when he grabbed Wyatt’s nipples and began to twist – THAT was real, I’d have sworn it.

TWIST ease TWIST ease. Kevin was working Wyatt’s nipples like a champ, and Wyatt’s body jerked in pain with every twist. The men watching were loving every bit, and Kevin was drinking in the cheers. But then Kevin smiled, and even I couldn’t tell what he had planned next.

“Does it hurt?” he asked Wyatt. “Here, let me kiss it and make it better.” And he suited the action to the word – bending over and “kissing” Wyatt’s nipple. From the howls coming from Wyatt, though, it was obvious that there were some teeth involved.

Kevin straightened up and tried to go back to the schoolboy pin, but Wyatt had clearly had enough. He pushed up hard, not enough to move Kevin completely off him, but enough to get enough space for him to slide his slick body underneath Kevin’s and behind him. He sprang to his feet as Kevin did the same, and my studly Boy and the other Boy faced each other, their massive chests heaving as they gulped in air.

“Your Boy is a damn good wrestler,” Ryu said. “Your doing?”

“Not really,” I replied. “He knew how to handle himself long before we met. I’ve just taught him a few tricks since.”

“Interesting.” Ryu paused, then went on, “Wyatt had never had any training at all – never fought as a boy, never learned how to box or how to wrestle. I had to train him.”

I winced as Wyatt dove low and took Kevin’s legs out from under him, and my Boy landed on his ass. “You did a good job.”

“Thank you.” We turned our attention back to our Boys and their match. Kevin was back in control, his legs wrapped around Wyatt’s head, twisting and turning so that the light reflected off their oiled, muscled bodies. Wyatt flopped on the tarp like a landed fish, and his cries echoed over the shouts and catcalls of the men.

Kevin turned over onto his stomach, bringing Wyatt with him – and began to swivel his hips back and forth. The crowd was loudly enjoying the sight of him shaking his bubble butt, but I could see he was also rubbing Wyatt’s face into the oily tarp.

And that seemed to be all the motivation Wyatt needed to get free. He reached up to slide his hand along Kevin’s leg until he got to Kevin’s knee – and then, something happened. I couldn’t see what he did, but all of a sudden Kevin yelped and his legs flew apart – I’m not even sure he consciously released the scissors.

Wyatt slid across the tarp to get clear of Kevin, then turned. Kevin was looking back and forth between his knee and Wyatt, an expression of pure shock on his face. Wyatt started to shimmy toward him, his hands outstretched and fingers flexing. Every male alive knows that challenge.

“Come on, Red,” he yelled, “let’s fucking do this!”

Kevin and Wyatt locked their fingers together and began to squeeze. The muscles in their arms were bulging as they tried to make each other quit—all the while trying to keep their balance on the slippery tarp. Their jocks were totally soaked with oil at this point, and the grease made Kevin’s hair look almost as dark as Wyatt’s.

They twisted and turned back and forth, their bodies colliding a couple of times. Their faces were close, close enough to kiss, and for a brief second I thought they were going to. But slowly but surely, Kevin’s muscles were proving to be harder than Wyatt’s, and he forced the other Boy first down to one knee, and then to both.

“I really have a very good setup,” Ryu said. “You and your Boy really sh—NO, WYATT!” this as Wyatt wrenched his hands loose from Kevin’s merciless grip and attempted a very clumsy shot at Kevin’s legs. Kevin immediately spun around behind him and tried to get a rear choke on Wyatt.

“As I was saying,” Ryu continued, “you and your Boy really should come work out with us sometime. We can always use some competition.”
I glanced over at him, looking him up and down, noting the hard muscle underneath the golden skin. “Are you challenging me?” I asked quietly.

“No,” Ryu replied. “Call it…inviting you over for a play date.”

Our gazes locked – Ryu was smiling, the kind of smile I used to have when I met a guy that I knew would be fun to play with. But there was Kevin to think of…

A cry of pain brought our attention back to the pit. Wyatt was free, and Kevin was holding his middle and groaning – the Boys must have flipped over and something hard on Wyatt must have landed on something relatively soft on Kevin. Wyatt flipped Kevin over onto his stomach, then slid his oily legs around Kevin’s middle and began to squeeze, his quads and hamstrings shining in the light.

As Kevin writhed in his grasp, Wyatt grabbed one of Kevin’s legs and bent it backward and across Kevin’s body, then grabbed the other one and bent it over the first. Kevin howled, and I winced at the pressure that Wyatt was putting on Kevin’s shin. Wyatt screamed, “Do you give up already?”

“No fucking way!” Kevin screamed back.

Wyatt let the mini-Boston crab go, but he wasn’t finished with Kevin yet. Before Kevin could react, Wyatt flipped him back onto his back and dropped his full body weight – and there was a lot of it – only my Boy. I could hear the breath being driven out of Kevin’s lungs.

Wyatt snaked his legs around Kevin’s grapevining them. He pinioned Kevin’s arms over his head, then, while he held them there with one hand, got the other arm underneath Kevin’s head and forced it forward into his chest. The position my Boy was in made me wince in sympathy, and I started praying he could find his way out of this.

The tendons in Wyatt’s neck were sticking straight out as he forced Kevin’s legs apart and his head down. Both Boys were screaming, Kevin in pain, Wyatt in exertion. I could see Ramirez moving around the pit, until he was next to Kevin’s head and leaning over as much as he could without touching either Boy.

And when Ramirez starting waving his hand and Stevenson rang the bell, I knew it was over. The pain had been too much, and Kevin had submitted.

As soon as the bell rang, Wyatt let go of Kevin’s arms and head, and his legs unwrapped themselves from around Kevin’s. The two Boys just lay there, Wyatt on top of Kevin, both of their sides heaving out and in as they gulped in large mouthfuls of air. The crowd was going nuts, and out of the corner of my eye I could see Ryu smiling and nodding in satisfaction. I wasn’t quite mad, but I definitely wanted a piece of this man for my Boy’s sake.

“I’ll take you up on that play date,” I growled under my breath.

Ryu glanced at me, still smiling. “I was almost sure you would,” he said. “When would you like to come over?”

“How about as soon as the Boys are cleaned up?” I shot back.

Ryu’s smile grew even broader. “I think that would be just fine,” he said.

The Boys were still lying on the tarp, Wyatt still on top of Kevin. But they were starting to get their second wind. Wyatt propped himself up on his hands and knees, taking his weight off Kevin, and then suddenly leaned down and kissed my Boy right on the mouth. Not wet and not long, just a quick peck, but a ripple of “oohs” went through the crowd and both Ryu and I were surprised.

But oddly enough, Kevin wasn’t surprised. I was starting to get a little suspicious.

Wyatt climbed to his feet, then bent over and offered his hand to pull Kevin up to his. The oil had other ideas, though, and the slippery tarp sent them both right down again to land on their respective asses, laughing. Kevin’s beautiful when he laughs.

Still laughing, the Boys helped each other to their feet again, holding each other steady like two drunks trying to stay on their feet. As the crowd burst into thunderous applause, they took a theatrical bow, their arms still around each other’s waists.

In spite of myself, I smiled. Kevin obviously wasn’t’ too upset about losing, and to be honest, it had been a good match. This Wyatt kid must be something special to be able to beat my Boy, and he took the best Kevin had thrown at him. If his Daddy was just as tough…that play date was looking better and better all the time.