Gay Erotic Stories

THIS STORY INCLUDES BISEXUALITY, WRESTLING, AND S&M. NOT QUITE LIKE THE EARLIER CHAPTERS. . DO LET ME KNOW BY EMAIL IF YOU LIKE MY FICTION. fsp@ibl.bm Its unusual for me to go to a hotel to give a massage but the money was good and it was a slow week. My contact at the hotel told me to show up at 2.00 PM in suite 200, one of the best in the hotel. The client had phoned to ask for a "very strong male masseur who can spend a couple of hours working on my sore back." When I arrived, I was expecting a businessman although it was an odd time of day. Instead, to my amazement, was a tall and massively built young man with very long, blond hair which hung loosely over his white bathrobe. He had one strong handshake -- lucky for me I have one too. "I'm Mark, follow me" is all he said. We left the entry hall and went into a bedroom. Curtains were shut against the light. A king size bed took up most of the room. There was a table where I set my oils and the electric back massager I had brought along to loosen him up. Mark went into the bathroom. I placed towels across the sheets at the foot of the huge bed. Its not as good as working on a massage table but I can manage. I still wore my sweatpants and shirt but the room seemed very warm and I was removing them. Just then, Mark came out of the bathroom and was completely nude with blond hair flowing over his shoulders and down his backside. And now I remembered who he was. "Aren't you a TV pro-wrestler named 'The Mighty Samson ?" Sure he was. I began the massage with his neck and shoulders, letting his hair fall to one side and then the other. He was not a talker so I just figured he needed to relax. I spent a long time on his tight back and used the machine to loosen him up. His body was in top condition, the skin tight and supple and hairless. He was muscular without being muscle-bound. I could see his TV appeal for the screaming girls ring side. There was a knock at the hall door. Since he was nude, I went to answer and met a Fed Ex delivery guy who seemed amazed to see a 250 pound power lifter in a pair of briefs signing for the parcel. I carried it into the bedroom. Mark (or Samson) seemed delighted to have it. It was a video of some kind. He asked me to turn on the TV and VCR which he could view from his position on the bed. My view was perfect also as I began to firmly kneed his hard, snow white glutes,. Samson was some sex god. Well, the video started and what I began to see on the wide screen TV really blew my mind. In a room covered with wrestling mats, Mighty Samson faced the biggest, most muscular female I had ever seen. Both wore only the tiniest posing strings, not even bikinis. Both seemed to be coated in body oil. The two giants began to wrestle, falling to the mat and struggling while cursing and grunting loudly. Mark ripped the muscle-bitch's top off right away and began to slap and crush her heavy hooters. Roaring in rage, she thrust her thumb into his anus and tried to pull him off of her. He retaliated by biting one of her engorged, ruby red nipples. When she grabbed onto his two smaller male nubs, I saw him wince in pain and struggle to release them. The sounds coming from the TV seemed more animal than human and, I confess to you, I was no longer concentrating on the massage but instead had begun to work my own hard nipples. Mark was now aroused as well, standing in front of the set and stroking his manhood. The match continued with the muscle-bitch on top of Mark's back. With one finger she had pulled aside the thin strap of his G-string and was using the rest of her digits to maul and mangle big Samson's extremely vulnerable testicles. He bellowed in rage and pain but she seemed determined to remove his bloated baby-makers and take 'em home as a trophy. She used her other hand to pull at his long hair and keep him prostrate on the mat. Releasing the nuts, she reached further into the strap to pinch his foreskin and pull and stretch it out far beyond its intended length. This seemed to be the final humiliation for Samson. He flipped his crazed opponent over onto her back and climbed atop her struggling body. With a firm tug he had pulled aside her small posing string. Suddenly, she knew what he was trying for. Using all the great strength in her legs, she tried to kick him off her, to defend her private orifice from his coming assault. To no avail. The huge male thrust forward and penetrated the bitch's gaping twat with brutal force. She howled in rage as her snatch forced itself open to take the invading wrestler's hard prong. The two continued to wrestle and screw like beasts until they climaxed and collapsed on the mats. Samson looked over at his masseur. Both men, stroking erections, faced one another. With no word spoken, they masturbated furiously and ejaculated all over one another.