the phone?”

“Yeah…brought him over to meet you guys – thought he ought to meet Zeb before they hit the mat on Friday night!”

“You didn’t tell me everything, man…he looks like a real hot little fuck!”

“Hot – yeah; little – no; fuck – don’t know yet!”

Randy was suddenly extremely embarrassed at being the center of attention and being discussed as if he weren’t there…and the only one at the moment with an erection!

Pete was tall – maybe 6’2” – blond, and he sported a cover of light brown fur from his neck to his ankles, which darkened and thickened around his package…a beautiful threesome, accentuated by a brass cockring. He extended his hand. “Hey, Randy…good to meet you – Rod’s been bragging to me on the phone since you guys met…you’re a hell of a lot better looking than he told me! This is Zeb…my PA – I think you guys are really going to hit it off!”

Randy gulped when he took a look at Zeb – he was just a little shorter than Pete …about an even six feet – olive skin, maybe of middle Eastern extraction…looked like he was in his early 20s…shaved head, heavy black ’stache, brilliant white smile. His muscular frame was almost hairless, except for his pits and the fine trail that led from his navel to a dense thatch of curly jet-black pubes the wrapped around the root of his cock, but didn’t extend to his balls. He was wearing a brass c-ring like Pete’s, which accentuated his pecan sized, hairless nads and heavily veined member. His torso and hairless legs glistened with perspiration; his heavy pubes sparkled with droplets of sweat. The shaft of his flaccid 3.5 inch cut cock was a shade or two darker than his body – then got noticeably lighter above the circ line – the coffee brown head just slightly larger in diameter than his shaft. “Hey, Randy…really great to meet you, man – Rod and Pete have been hyping our Friday match to me for about a week – from about the time Rod knew he was going to hire you…which was really the first day he met you, so Pete says! Rod didn’t lie – I think I’m gonna really enjoy wrestling you!”

Randy looked over at Rod. “You knew the first time you interviewed me?”

“Well, yeah…didn’t want to get you all excited about it though…”

“You rat! I near went crazy between interviews thinkin’ that you might find someone else…and you knew all the time you were going to hire me?”

“I knew when you grabbed my crotch at the first interview. Good news is…you’re here now, right?”

“Well, yeah – I suppose - !” Randy turned back to Zeb in feigned irritation. “So – he tell you guys anything else I ought to know?”

“Nope…just that he wants to make a hot leather dude out of you! Hey, I’m done with my workout…shed the straps and come take a shower with me…”

Randy looked at Rod. “What the hell are you lookin’ at me for? The man made you an offer – you’re old enough to make up your own mind…well, old enough in dog years anyway