Wrestling This (7 page)

After several pushes, he relaxed into me. “Oh, wow.” His neck craned.

My prick flared with excitement, like it finally got its much-needed supply of blood and oxygen from the loosening of his crack, and I fucked greedily. Having shot my wad only minutes ago didn’t seem to deter my libido. I rode his ass, as a redneck would a John Deere, downshifting at just the right turn.

He whimpered more. The last time I had him in this hold, he had on wrestling headgear and spandex. Fucking him and taking in his beauty—the small patch of hair on the nape of his neck, his thick shoulders and rounded biceps, him fisting the sheets, ripping them from their hold on the mattress—all horned me up further. My balls tightened, no longer slapping against his ass. I neared climax. “Shit.”

Eric shouted something inaudible. My driving, apparently well, saw an uptick in his writhing, him propped up on elbows, and hands clutching the pillow. “Fuck!” he yelled. I teased his prostate and he muffled something unintelligible into the pillow while he creamed in the sheets.

I slammed harder.

“I can’t stop coming.” His head bobbed. “Another wave! Holy—” His neck and ears reddened.

Him shuddering in climax sent me over the edge, and I filled the condom with his ass clenching around me. I felt like I deposited my entirety into him. I exhaled, after holding my breath for some time.

We caught our breaths, and I collapsed on top of him. My chest nearly sizzled against his hot back.

“I think...we’ve got something here,” Eric said, his voice sounding exasperated. His head tilted to the side.

I clutched his hand and worked my way down his arm. “You liked that?” I rolled off him.

He flopped onto his back, his cock slumped too. Its head grazed the mattress, leaking a drop of leftover semen. “Why do I get the wet side?” he joked, arched his back and shoved a dry part of the sheet under him. “That’s better.” He lowered.

“Sorry.” I kissed his forehead and could taste his salty sweat.

He reached over and put his lips on mine. The fuzz of his day-old mustache tickled my upper lip. “I liked it,” he said, “but moreover, I never thought I’d feel this way with a guy...with anyone.”

I worried I’d been coarse in asking him if “he liked that”—that it may have come across as loutish. “We
do
have something here.” I playfully tapped the tip of his nose and he grinned. “You’re right, something more than hot-as-fuck sex.”

He got up and rested his arms on his knees. “I feel alive.” He nodded, eyes glazed. “That’s it. I’ve been afraid, for so long, to let myself be...just be...and here I am finally living.” He fell sideward, head on pillow.

Our lips met again. His words echoed my own outlook. “I love...
it
,” I said, really wanting to say
I love you
but I hesitated. I’d never said that to anyone, except for family.

“As a kid, I used to be afraid of the dark.” He pushed away hair from my forehead and thumbed my eyebrow.

“Are you telling me you’re gonna want to sleep with the lights on?”

“Nooo.” He moved closer to me and hugged. “Well, maybe just a little light?”

“You are so damn cute. My big scary top-weight wrestler needs a nightlight.” While I kid him, I found it endearing. “Do you want a teddy bear too?”

Chuckling, he flipped on his side, his back to me. “Can we go to sleep now?” he asked. “I’ve AP in the morning and it’s still a bit of drive back to campus.”

“Are you going to let me shut off the lights?”

“Only if you hold me...tight.”

I giggled, clicked off the light, wrapped my arms around him in a close-fitting hug, and nestled my face into the crook of his neck.

“Ah, that’s better,” he said. “Bliss.”

I wanted to say it but couldn’t.
I love you¸
I thought to myself, mouthing the words into his shoulder. “Aalam Eric Palak, where have you been?”

D
ear Reader,

I hope you enjoyed
Wrestling This
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