/>“I thought you tasted great on Rod’s lips Sunday…but yeah – you and me, we really do taste great!”

“Let’s hit the shower…I think we’re ready for Friday night, don’t you?”

“Well…maybe we otta get in just one more ‘preliminary’ match on Thursday…what do you think?”

“I’m game!”

“Oh, damn…I’ve got a leather ‘fitting’ on Thursday afternoon!”

“Roscoe?”

“Yeah, how’d you know…? You know Roscoe?”

“Oh, yeah…Roscoe, the ‘Sperm Bank!’ I’ll go with you if you want and tell you all about it – then we’ll come back here for a workout and some mat time…OK?”

“Sounds great…um, ‘Sperm Bank’?”

“He suck you off?”

“Well, yeah…”

“You, me…and ten thousand other guys!”

“He did you?”

“Several times…sort of goes with ‘the fitting’…and he always needs to do ‘just one more’ fitting! You’ll see!”

“Damn!”

They shared a nozzle as they had before…lathering, rinsing, rubbing, groping, fondling!

“Guess that gets rid of all that old cum…”

“Y’know, though…we’re just gonna get it all over us again next time we wrestle!”

“Yeah…can’t wait!”

“You’re a horny bastard, that’s for sure…hand me the soap, will ya?”

“What else you need to wash?”

“My ass, if you must know…now gimme the soap…”

“Turn around, I’ll take care of it!”

“No, man…I’m serious, now let me have the soap!”

“I’m serious too, turn around!”

“You want to wash my ass?”

“Yeah, that way I’ll know its clean!”

“Why the hell would you care?”

“When I mess with ass, I only like to mess with clean ass!”

“You thinkin’ about messin’ with my ass?”

“Well, yeah – sorta…has crossed my mind more than once…now turn around!” Randy complied, somewhat reluctantly. Zeb soaped his cheeks…traced his crack, found his pucker with his middle finger and gently probed.

“Holy shit, man…you’re doin’ what Rod was talkin’ about with Roscoe yesterday!”

“What’d he tell Roscoe?”

“Said he hadn’t fingered my ass…YET!”

“That true?”

“Hell, yeah…nobody’s ever had their finger in my ass, but you’re damn close right now!”

“Is it o.k. if I…?”

“You serious?”

“Said I was, didn’t I?”

“Why?”

“You’ll see…”

“Well, yeah, I guess…” Zeb soaped his hand good, and slipped his middle finger into Randy’s hole up to the second knuckle. “Whoa…you’re startin’ to get me hard again…and I don’t know why…is this what messin’ with a guy’s ass does to him?”

“Sometimes…depends what all you use to mess with his ass with…”

“Like?”

Zeb took Randy’s hand and placed it on his semi-hard prick. “Something like this would really get you goin’!”