A Year In The Life
Y2K Wrestling Part 3
By Bix Meister
This is a story featuring gay men, and gay sex, intended for Adults, not Minors. It is fiction, and as such is not based on any actual people or events. It is a fantasy intended purely as a catalyst for pleasure. No attempts have been made to portray safe sex, but the author encourages you to practice it.
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The barbecue grill finally got a workout later on that evening. Pete had to get out into the elements to man the grill, otherwise I think he would have joined me by wearing a robe. He still found a way to look sexy in his flannel lined jacket and sweats as we ate down in the rec.-room. A quiet cuddle on the sectional was followed by a relaxing sauna, shower and then bed.
We were up early the next morning. Barry was there at 6:00 sharp, ready for his workout. Pete pushed him harder, and Barry kept up. I broke away to make a breakfast scramble, and the two wrestlers wolfed it down.
I was drinking in all of the masculinity before me. They hadn't showered this time, so there was a glow in their honest sweat. They both seemed to gain energy from the food and coffee, with Barry definitely getting a second wind. The banter at the table focused on who was the better wrestler. I enjoyed seeing these two friends taunt each other, and playfully suggested they wrestle after breakfast.
I could see that my idea motivated the two, I noticed sparks in their eyes. Pride alone made them take up my suggestion. We went down to the workout room where they stripped down to just jocks. The wrestling started out almost tentative, they were testing how far they could go.
Don't get me wrong, seeing two almost naked men wrestling was a turn on, but this bout was something more. They were wrestling for personal satisfaction. I was just as turned on by the show of strength in these two guys, well into their 50's, as I was by the show of flesh. I didn't care who won, I don't think they did either. They just needed to prove to themselves that they still had it.
They had it, and I was lucky to be watching it. I think that both Pete and I had underestimated Barry. He was giving his all trying to best his old foe. No one was timing the match, I was enjoying every minute. I walked around the room, my sweats tenting to show my approval of the two mature wrestlers. They too were firming up, stretching their jocks as they wrestled They finally ended in a breathless pile on the mat, neither declaring victory.
I reached down to help the duo off the mat, but Barry pulled me into the pile. We embraced in a sweaty group hug. I gave them both deep kisses to show my approval of their performance. I eventually led them out of the workout room and into the shower. It was tempting seeing the two, and I contemplated tackling them both to have my way with them. However a sensuous shower won out. Angelo had told Pete and I about the "Bear Wash" he had experienced at the downtown sauna recently, so we tried that on Barry.
I really enjoyed scrubbing him down, feeling his body. I was at once turned on by his fur, and the thought of shaving it before the photo shoot. Pete was enjoying it too. He rubbed his dick along Barry's crack. "This is what I am going to win the next time we wrestle Barry" Pete said.
Barry grabbed Pete's ass and said "Try it old friend. I always thought you had a nice ass, and I will accept it as my prize when I win." I don't know when they planned to wrestle, but I knew I wanted to watch.
We finally rinsed off. Barry had some errands to run before we were to meet that night. On my suggestion he called the limo company and ordered a second limo for sightseeing. I wanted the "Three Amigos" to join us so we planned to meet up an hour before the tour.
The rest of the day flew by getting ready for the tour of lights. Pete got some snacks together while I wrapped a few more presents. I went home to check email and found nothing important. Charlie and Fred were there so we caught up for a few minutes. I could tell that Charlie and Angelo had become close, but I sensed that Fred felt like a third wheel. I hoped that I would have a chance to feel him out during our outing that night.
It wasn't long after I got back to Pete's that the three of them were walking up the driveway. I think the planned limo ride upped the ante for them, they all dressed up for the occasion. I welcomed them inside and took drink orders. Two hot cocoas and a beer later, and the guys were enjoying the snacks that Pete had set out.
We were soon joined by the ex-wrestlers. Barry arrived early, then Midnight, The Sheik and Giorgio arrived almost as one. I took drink orders. Beer for Midnight and Barry, wine for Giorgio, and cocoa for The Sheik.
Pete made introductions around the room. As they were introduced, I finally learned their real names. Midnight was Rodney, and The Sheik was Omar. I was familiar with them from watching them years ago. They all had pictures on Pete's "Wall of Shame" but meeting them in the flesh was a treat.
I was not the only guy enjoying this treat. I had learned that Fred was a huge wrestling fan back in the day, he really brightened getting to know a few more of his idols. He literally hung onto their every word in a case of hero worship. He finally had the nerve to ask a question. "So, Midnight, Sheik, how did you get your stage names?
In a very deep voice Rodney answered first. "Because "Shaft" was already taken" he laughed. "And it wouldn't totally be truth in advertising considering some of my opposition." We all looked at Pete who shrugged it off. "You see it was the early 70's and Blaxploitation movies were the big thing. My character was all of the Pimp stereotypes rolled into one. If they would have had platform wrestling boots, I would have had them."
"How about you Omar?" Fred asked.
"I came to the US from Marrakesh for college at UMD. While there I met the guy who drove the tour bus for the local wrestlers. I was low on money so he suggested I try out. It was a bit ironic that a struggling college student was portraying a rich oil Sheik. I was the Hollywood version of a Sheik, complete with robe, a keffiyeh and sunglasses. It was at the peak of OPEC and I was a built in bad guy."
While the Three Amigos got to know Rodney and Omar a bit more, Pete introduced me to Giorgio. "Giorgio, meet my partner Kyle." I think we were both taken aback by the introduction.
"Partner huh?" Giorgio said. "I always wondered who would catch you, I never expected it to be a man. Good to meet you Kyle, you must be extra special to keep up with him"
I took his strong hand in greeting. "Great meeting you Giorgio, I have heard so much about you from Pete, and all of it good." The other two were sexy in their own way, but Giorgio was classically handsome. I wondered about his son. "How's your boy Mario doing?"
"While he is doing good professionally, I don't think he is made for Pro Wrestling. I worry about him sometimes when he calls."
"I had a dream about him a few weeks back" Pete said. "I think that is a sign that I should get in touch with him, I am his godfather after all." Pete of course didn't go into detail about the dream. It was the dream that inspired a memorable fucking.
"You'll get your chance in March. I just found out that he will be on a wrestling bill at the DECC the second week of the month. I will hit him up for tickets for the group of us. He still looks up to you Pete, it will be great for the two of you to reconnect. Maybe it will help him with this whole wrestling career."
Fred offered refills for the group. He suggested a beer or wine to Omar, and the simple "I don't drink" was not lost on Fred or Charlie. Fred found some to-go cups and a thermos for the cocoa, beer and wine would be available in the limo. A knock at the door signaled the arrival of our coaches.
We got our jackets and split off into two groups. As much as I wanted to experience this with Pete we decided to split up. I rode with Fred, Omar, and Barry, while Pete was in the limo with Charlie, Angelo, Giorgio and Rodney. Both limo drivers were proud to start their tour at our house. Caleb, the youngest limo driver, told us this was usually the way they had ended their tours recently. "These are the two most popular homes on the tour, it is an honor to meet the guys behind them."
Once all of us made our way into the limos, we were off. With a quick stop down to see my house, and a turnaround at the dead end, we headed into the city. I sat next to Barry, while Fred and Omar huddled close to each other. Fred pointed out the details of both houses to Omar in much the same way as I had to him a few days earlier. The body language between the two was hard to read. Maybe it was false hope on my part, but I could swear that I saw some subtle touching going on.
I couldn't blame Fred if that was the case. Omar still had his swarthy appeal from his wrestling days. I remember how he would take off his robe, displaying his black fur which fanned out over his pecs. His thick frame was imposing still. His moustache, then the ultimate `70's full moustache, was now more trim, but still coal black. It brought attention to his full lips.
Pete had once admitted to me that Omar was among the men that he had played around with when he was wrestling. Who knows, whether Omar was Mr. Right or just Mr. Right Now, I hoped that Fred had found a friend.
Barry and I shared a bottle of wine, while the two of them sipped from their cocoa. I had more fun watching them get to know each other than the watching the tour of lights. There is no denying that Duluth is a beautiful city, and this was a fun way to share it with friends.
One neighborhood near Piedmont took advantage of their prominent location by going all out. The limo snaked through it, slowing as it joined the procession of cars viewing the lights. By now Omar had his right arm around Fred's shoulder. I know that some cultures have a different view of personal space, but this was intimate.
Neither Barry or I complained. Yeah, Pete and I were a couple, but we still shared intimate moments with friends. Barry spent most of the tour with his hand on my thigh. He would let it slide up, feeling my dick which was pulsing at his touch. I was tempted at one time to take my dick out, let Barry play a bit, but I wasn't sure what Caleb could see of the back seat.
The tour continued, but as it went on I wanted more and more to be home with Pete. Soon we were heading back to West Duluth and down our street. The limo driver opened the door for us, and bowed as we got out. "Here's to the owners of the best homes on the tour. It was an honor to chauffeur you tonight."
We all bowed to our drivers. Pete put his arm around my shoulder as he opened our house to our guests. He pulled me in and whispered to me "Go fire up the sauna."
Pete made some more cocoa, and offered beers around. While prepping in the kitchen he looked at me "Missed ya buddy." He pulled me in again to kiss me on the cheek. "Giorgio already thinks the world of you and he just met you. I can't wait for you to meet Mario, he is a lot like his dad, very handsome, but headstrong in his own way. He may have gotten that trait from his godfather."
I smiled at Pete's joke, then brought some drinks into the living room. I sat by Giorgio first. "So tell me about the man that finally snagged Pete" he said.
I gave him the PG version of meeting Pete, the rescue from the snow storm and how we connected. We talked about my graphics business and my connection to the northland. He was really interested in my graphics business and I found out why.
"You should talk to Mario about graphics. I think he took up wrestling as a way to please his old man. He doesn't know that the thing that would please me the most is for him to be happy at what he does, and I don't think wrestling is the career for him. I have seen some of his work on the computer. That is when I see my son truly happy."
"I hope I can connect with him in March, because I would be happy to meet him, talk things over." I felt I had already connected with the father. His priorities for his son impressed me. You could tell they were based on pride, and love. I saw a bit of my own dad in him.
We talked for a bit more, I could have gone on longer. However Giorgio had to leave. "Guys, it has been great seeing you again, but I have to get home to the bride. I can't wait `til Monday and the photo shoot. See ya all then."
We said our goodbyes. Giorgio offered his hand to shake, and I pulled him into a hug. He looked me in the eyes "Kyle, great meeting you I hope you and Pete have a long life together. You both deserve it."
Barry followed soon after. "I have to be up early for my workout, I can't disappoint my task master." We hugged goodnight as he whispered "You have fun tonight, but save some for the workout tomorrow." He kissed me, then groped my ass before leaving.
The few stragglers were pairing off. Angelo and Charlie were sharing a quiet moment at the kitchen table. Meanwhile Fred was hanging onto every word as Omar told him some wrestling stories from back in the day. I made sure drinks were filled while Pete busied himself in the kitchen. Rodney asked for another beer, so I retrieved one.
When I returned Rodney patted the sofa next to him. "Sit your ass down, I want to get to know you better." I sat down, he patted my thigh. "You must be a special man to handle old Pete here" he chuckled.
His voice was impossibly deep, it sent a jolt to my dick. "Pete is a special guy himself, I think I'm the lucky one." Pete gave me a wink from the kitchen. I was sure he knew what was going through my mind.
Rodney leaned closer, whispered to me. "Pete and I shared a female groupie one time in Fargo. Been wanting to do something like that since." He massaged up and down my thigh with his hand. "Want to be the meat in a Wrestler Sandwich?"
Fuck yeah I wanted that. Pete came from the kitchen and sat down by me. He put his meaty paw on the lump in my pants. "I see my friend, and his idea has met with your approval. I told him you might be "up" for it."
"He's not the only one "up" for it" Rodney said as he place my hand on his crotch. "I have a feeling you will like what I have for you, and have you begging for more" I felt the thickness that Rodney offered me, then instinctively checked out Pete. From touch it was a battle to figure out who was better endowed. Either way I would be the winner in this competition.
Pete adjusted himself and then rose. "Guys, you have free reign of the house. The hubby and I will be entertaining Rodney down in the sauna. Join us if you want, or just pick out a guest room. The robes are downstairs if you need them.
Rodney leaned toward me, felt my hard dick as he kissed me. Our tongues wrestled for a bit as his hands roamed my body. "Been a while since I have had a three-way, and this will be the first time with just guys, looking forward to it." He got up, pulled me up off the sofa and into his arms.
Our intimacy was a catalyst for Fred and Omar who were kissing on the chair. Fred had Omar's shirt open as he caressed the abundant black hair on his belly. "Feel like a sauna or shower?" Fred asked.
"Shower for me. I can't take the heat" Omar said. "Ironic for the guy who was supposed to be from the desert huh?" They rose, slowly shedding clothes as they walked downstairs to the shower room. The black hair continued onto Omar's sexy butt. It looked tasty as he walked away, I hoped to sample it some day.
Rodney, Pete and I were about to head down to the sauna, but Charlie and Angelo said their goodbyes. "We'll show ourselves out" Charlie said. "I've got something special for Angelo waiting back at the house. I can also turn off the lights." We kissed our friends goodbye. I knew they shared the same special bond that Pete and I had. Seeing them walk away put a lump in my throat, which was oddly matched by the lump in my pants.
In a show of strength, Rodney picked me up and carried me downstairs. Pete laughed and said "You two get started while I turn off the lights."
Downstairs Rodney and I quickly stripped. I briefly looked into the shower room. Fred was on his knees feasting on Omar's curved dick. Yep, Fred was doing what he was born to do, suck cock, and Omar was the lucky recipient.
Rodney caught me spying. "Looks good" his deep voice startled me. "But I would rather have some of this." He grabbed my right cheek, then swatted my left one with his dick.
I turned to kiss him, and stroked his thickness. "That's what I want too. I need the two of you to thoroughly fuck me. I'm primed, let's hit the sauna."
We quickly entered the sauna. His big dick flopped as he followed me to the top tier. The dry heat was perfect as we developed a healthy sheen. I knew it didn't take long for Pete to turn off the lights, so I expected he was giving us time to get acquainted.
Rodney's ebony body glowed in the amber lights of the sauna. His wiry chest hair was abundant, but in stark contrast to the silky hair that I love on my man. He was a good kisser, but I preferred the kisses I got from Pete Yes, I spent my time comparing him to my man. I slowly went from kissing him to nibbling, licking and kissing my way down his throat, his chest and stomach, and finally his cock.
His cock. What could I say about his cock? Only that it was the cut, black twin to my lover's. I took Rodney's rod into my mouth and slowly tasted it as I went down to the base. He responded by oozing pre-cum onto my tongue as I slowly retreated. My quirky mind thought of humming "Ebony and Ivory" as I sucked on that dick. Pete bested Rodney is the length and taste department, but they were a close tie in girth.
I was so caught up in sucking Pete's twin, I didn't notice my man enter. Rodney's deep laugh was my first clue, then the weight of Pete's dick on my crack. He slid his dick up and down, playfully nudging it in my sweaty hole. "I see you are making my old friend feel welcomed hubby. I told you he was good, I was right, wasn't I?" Then as if to punctuate that, Pete entered my ass in one slow long stroke.
"Hey, I was hoping it would be my dick opening that ass tonight" Rodney joked. "Save some for me."
"I'm just getting him primed. You can have the main event. Believe me his ass will have you cumming in no time, he is a talented fucker." I flexed my sphincter, grabbing onto Pete's dick proving his point. "Yeah you will love this Rodney, much better than that groupie we shared in North Dakota."
Pete was riding my hole, I was flexing it for him. Meanwhile my throat gripped on Rodney's dick. I was getting over heated sandwiched between these two men in that hot sauna so I slowly pulled off Rodney's dick. "Gotta rest guys, getting a bit too hot for me" I sat down beside Rodney, Pete joined me on the other side. I was between what would have been my wet dream long ago, but was my reality that night.
We sat for a bit, slowing our heartbeat in the dry heat. Rodney started to feel my body. "Quite a man you got here Pete." He felt my biceps, I flexed them slightly for him. He stroked my stomach, I tensed my gut. He punched it lightly with his fists. "Yep, quite the man. And look at the dick on him." He held my dick as if inspecting it. "If I was ever to get fucked, this is the dick I would pick."
"Rodney, you would be lucky. Kyle is quite the talented fucker. He popped my cherry, and taught me how to love it."
"WAIT, Pete got fucked? You were always top dog, just like me."
"Rodney, I've rimmed, been rimmed, blown, and been fucked by Kyle. He is my equal. You should try it."
Rodney looked at my dick, he held it tightly as he contemplated it. "No time like the present" he said and his thick lips engulfed my dick.
"Yeah... tasty isn't it?" I could see Pete grin as his friend bobbed up and down on my dick. He stood and watched closely as Rodney sucked me. His thick hands caressed his friends head as he feasted, encouraging Rodney to take it in deeper. "Yeah, eat it down to the pubes buddy, suck my man's rod. Is this your first dick Buddy?" Pete asked.
Rodney nodded and grunted "mmm hmm" as he continued to suck on my cock. Inspired by his first blow job, I oozed an extra large helping of pre-cum with a grunt. "Didja cum?" he asked as he pulled off my dick.
"Not yet, but I am close. I will warn you before I come."
He went back to sucking. Pete encouraged him "Yeah, take him deep. Work up a nice load from those balls of his. You should suck on his balls, he loves that. Yeah, suck those balls, make those baby makers churn. You are going to take his cum aren't you?"
Rodney took my balls out of his mouth long enough to say "Damn right, I don't do anything half-assed" as he went back to sucking my dick.
Neither did I. Rodney had me close and the image of him chowing down on my cock put me right over the edge. "I'm cumminnnng" I grunted as I started to shoot onto his tongue. Pete's firm hand held Rodney's head as my dick spurted five healthy shots into his mouth and down his throat.
He pulled off my dick, still holding the rigid pole in his hand as he looked me in the eyes. "Whew, that was fun. Even tastes better than I expected."
"You were great, are you sure that was the first time you sucked dick?" I teased him. "I'll have to think of an appropriate way to thank you."
"First I gotta cool down. Then I will show Pete how to fuck that ass of yours."
Upon exiting the sauna we noticed that Omar and Fred were enjoying an easy sixty-nine on the sectional. Any other day I might have been a voyeur for a few minutes, but that night, I had two men to please. We ducked into the shower room. Pete got two adjacent showers going as we started to scrub down.
I should have been happy that I had two alpha males who were going to fuck me royally, but I wanted some say in how the night went. "Men, I know you both want this ass, now you have to convince me who gets to fuck me first. You each get two minutes to show me who deserves it."
Rodney grabbed me in a powerful embrace under the shower head and started to kiss me, kneading my ass. "I'll make you feel parts of your ass you didn't know you had." He poked his thick dick against my gut, pushing me down a bit then turned me around swatting his cock against my cheeks. He then grabbed me from behind, wedged his dick in my crack, and rested his bearded chin on my shoulder as he whispered to me. "I've got about a weeks worth of cum for that butt of yours." I almost backed my ass on that dick there and then, but I needed Pete to make his argument.
Pete simply pulled me away, stood face to face, and looked me in the eyes. "Actions speak louder than words babe" Pete said. He then turned me around, dropped to his knees, and started to feast on my ass. I was so over the edge at that point, I probably would have cum if Rodney hadn't already gotten my load. I put one hand against the tile wall, widened my stance, and let Pete's tongue do it's job
Granted, I gave him more than his allotted time, but my talented hubby had my butt open, ready for the winner. Truth be told I knew who I wanted to fuck me first, but I had to assert myself. I turned around, slapped my dick against Pete's cheek, then pulled him up face to face. We kissed under the shower as I slowly turned it off.
"The winner gets to finish me off. Which means that Rodney, I expect you to do a great job opening my ass for my hubby. In fact, why don't you two tag team me. I grabbed towels from the hooks, threw them at the men, then motioned for them to follow me
We walked by Omar and Fred, still going at it. "Ya know there's an open room at the top of the stairs" Pete reminded them. They barely stopped sucking long enough to acknowledge Pete's offer.
I laid down on top of the bed, spread eagle, dick pointing up as the two wrestlers entered the room. "You're up Rodney, how do you want me" I asked
"Scoot down to the edge of the bed. I want to look you in the eyes as I fuck you. Pete can feed you his dick while I loosen your ass up."
I moved down and pulled my legs back, leaving my butt just at the edge of the bed. Damn, Rodney looked so sexy as he lined up his cock with my hole.
Pete grabbed a bottle of lube from the night stand and threw it to his friend. "Grease it up good Rodney. Open him up for the main event."
Rodney made a production out of oiling his shaft. He put some lube on his dick then on the fingers of his left hand. He slowly jacked his dick, while he put first one, then two, then three fingers into my ass.
"Damn bro, it is going to be a pleasure fucking this tight hole." While he was frigging me, he stepped forward and slapped my butt with his ebony shaft. "You are one lucky dude, getting to fuck this ass any time you want to Pete. God I need it." And with that he pulled out his three fingers and slid his dick in to the hilt. "FFFFFUCKKKK" he said as he held onto my thighs and started slamming away.
Pete got behind me, kneeling on the bed. He spread his strong thighs, giving me a natural place to rest my head as his friend screwed me. His hands held my shoulders as he looked down at me. I could see the crooked grin that let me know he was turned on by what he was seeing. "That's right Rodney. Open my man's ass up. Yeah Kyle, grip his dick with that butt-hole of yours. Don't send him over the edge yet Rodney, I gotta have my turn."
Pete started to tap his fists lightly on my pecs in rhythm to the fucking Rodney was giving me. As Rodney gained intensity, so did Pete, pounding my pecs and gut with his fist. He quickly got off the bed and scrambled to be behind Rodney. "My turn, I need that ass." Pete grunted.
"Not yet, this is too good." Rodney kept pounding away, hitting my prostate. My cock was bouncing on my gut, oozing pecker tracks all over it. Rodney had me close already, but I wanted it to last.
"My turn buddy, or I might just have to fuck your black ass. My man said we had to tag-team him. Give it up."
Rodney pulled out, slapped my ass with his dick then gestured "All yours"
Pete nudged his cock by my hole, then leaned forward. In an unexpected touch of tenderness he whispered "Damn I need this Kyle", kissed me, and slowly entered me completely. While Rodney's fuck had been a pile-driving experience, this was almost gentle. His pace was slow, the strokes long. His strong arms lifted my legs, changing the angle of attack on my butt-hole
Rodney was inspired by the change. "Damn that is sweet" He bent down, got really close, I could feel his warm breath. "Bet you are loving this. He really knows how to love you doesn't he?"
I nodded a quick "Yesss." Rodney quickly kissed my open mouth. We tongue wrestled for a bit while his strong hands held my head. Pete's pace picked up, but was still gentle.
"Boy you really did open him up Rodney." I clenched my sphincter in appreciation. "Damn Kyle, don't send me over the edge yet."
Rodney ended the kiss, then slowly raised up still holding my head. "It's my turn soon. Here, get me close so I can fill that butt of yours." With that Rodney turned my head to the side, and fed me his shaft. "Oh yeah, that looks so nice. You are one lucky dude Kyle." Rodney started to fuck my mouth in the same loving rhythm that Pete was using on my ass. I could taste the pre-cum that was seeping from his knob as it passed over my tongue.
We all were getting into it, each one of us ready to step over the edge. I looked at the two men who were fucking me. They shared a knowing glance. Rodney raised an eyebrow in question, Pete nodded yes. Rodney used his right hand to tag his old wrestling foe. "My turn" he said as he withdrew his dick from my mouth to go stand by Pete. "Gonna fill this ass with my cum."
Pete bent over, gave me a quick loving kiss, then withdrew. Rodney quickly took his place, both in my ass, and on my lips as he bent over to kiss me. "You've made this old man feel young" he whispered. He then lifted my legs a bit more, and slammed home, shooting five generous spurts of cum in my hole. Pete stood by Rodney, arm on his shoulder as he continued to spasm in my ass. They kissed as Rodney slowly pulled out.
I wasn't empty long. With one thrust Pete was balls deep. He churned the cum that Rodney had left there, then quickly added his own deposit. He collapsed on bed with me as he slowly continued to screw me. Rodney had already found the chair by the window. He sat there, watching the two of us continue our love making. "Looks nice" he said as he absent mindedly stroked his cock.
Pete was spooning behind me on the bed as he continued fucking his dick in my ass. "You really do make an old man feel young" he said, then shot another smaller load in me.
Rodney got up and walked into the master bath. I heard him piss while Pete was still gyrating his dick in my hole. Pete finally stopped fucking me, but left his still hard dick firmly implanted.
Rodney came out of the bathroom. "Guess it is time for me to go."
"Stay the night if you can." I patted the bed in front of me. Rodney laid down, I pulled him back into a hug. My hard dick found a home nesting in the crack of his bubble butt. Pete started a slow rhythm again. I responded by nudging my knob into Rodney's rosebud.
He held his hand back to stop me. "Not tonight buddy. But if I ever give up this cherry, I know who is getting it."