“Well…I’m young, black, and only like white guys in the sack…and then, only with a little mileage on ’em – forty somethin’…don’t ask me why, but that’s what really lights my fire!”

“Really? So, you weren’t pissed when I felt you up last night?”

“Hell, no…I kept comin’ back for more, didn’t I? Actually, I couldn’t get enough of your hand in my crotch! You’re just the kind of dude I really dig!”

“Damn…you’re makin’ me blush! Wanna go out sometime?”

“Yeah…tonight’s out though - I’m workin’ the ‘Hardwood’ 7:30 to midnight…but I’m off tomorrow night, if that’s ok.”

“Great…we can do dinner and after head to Ron’s place…the guys are having a bash in his barn – Zeb and Randy are going to be wrestling…”

“Wrestle?”

“Yeah…when we ‘old’ guys were in college a bunch of us used to wrestle nude after hours on the weekends. When Ron bought his place here, there was a barn, which he renovated into a gym, bunkhouse, wrestling ring games – men only threads, optional. Every other Friday night we get together for a couple matches…”

“Sounds great…regulation matches?”

“Nude, no holds barred, winner take all – other than that, completely regulation!”

“Damn! You want me to meet you some place after work?”

“Where’s work?”

“‘Freedom Office Park’…fifth floor.”

“No shit…Rod’s office is on the first floor of that building – is that a coincidence or what?”

“Hmmmm…probably ‘or what’…I don’t remember ever seeing him until last night with you guys, but then, I’m on fifth, he’s on first. He never rides the elevator to play ‘eye-tag’ with the hot dudes on second, third and fourth!”

“True! Hey, if you want to leave your car at your office for the weekend, I’ll pick you up at six and we’ll take it from there!”

“I might even know a place you could find some dark meat…! For the weekend?”

“Unless you’ve got some other plans…man, I sure could go for quality some dark meat – I’m droolin’ just thinking about it!”

“I have a source…all you can eat!”

“Damn! Tomorrow then…! Later…I’ve got a client waiting.”

Randy took the day off from class…slept until 10, got up and showered again, even though Rod had insisted that he shower and get all the “Hardwood” cum off before he went to bed the night before. He was horny and hard…Rod had left for the office while he was still asleep and had not given him his morning “workout.” He stroked his cock lazily as he walked toward the kitchen to get some breakfast. He really liked the feel of his own dick…loved to keep it hard, especially now that he was living in a gay man’s paradise! To his surprise, Pierre was already in the kitchen, working on the weekend menu.

“Ah, Rhondee…you are now up! Meester Rod said you would sleep long, so I should be silent. I am sorry I meese your birthday…Meester Rod said you have good time and shoot beeg load