It was already dark when Zeb went around Rod’s house to the patio outside Randy’s room about 8:30. Randy was shirtless and had just finished adjusting his goods in his leather jeans, sitting on the edge of the bed pulling on his engineer boots when Zeb tapped on the patio door and slid it open. “Hey, dude…looks like you’re ready to rumble…too bad you just lookin’, actin’, and talkin’ tough won’t be enough!”

“Don’t know about the ‘rumble’ part…but I’m tough enough to take you on!”

“Ooooo, I’m scared! You know I’m gonna clean that mat with that ‘baby boy’ virgin ass of yours and I’ll have you beggin’ for mercy!” Zeb dropped his backpack by the door, walked over to where Randy was standing in front of the mirror, squeezed his leather bound goods and kissed him. “Been thinkin’ about you all day, you stupid little fuck – this is gonna be one great night…especially when you beg!”

“No way I’m gonna beg, man…no way…unless I have to beg you to lay off because you’re so damn horny! So, what’s in the backpack?”

“Toothbrush, toothpaste, lube, couple sexy c-rings - shit like that…”

“Lube?”

“Gonna spend the night…never know when you just might need a dab of lube…”

“OK, so who the hell invited you to spend the night?”

“Rod…Pete and I are both stayin’ over – maybe for the whole weekend…besides, I’m your new boyfriend, remember shithead? I don’t need a special invitation! I DO know that you’re gonna need some TLC after I finish you off on the mat…or is that ‘start’ with you…whatever! Anyway, there are parts of you that will need my ‘special’ attention, and – great boyfriend that I am, the least I can do is help you recover!”

“You really think you’re gonna win the match?”

“Don’t think, KNOW…”

“You’re dead wrong…anyway, I’m glad you’re here – been thinkin’ about you all day too…still can’t believe we’re boyfriends!”

Zeb kissed him again…pulled him close and squeezed his leather encased buns…exploring the deep, tailored leather crevasse of his crack. “Man, I gotta tell ya somethin’…”

“What?”

“I honestly don’t give a fuck about who wins the match, even though I know it’s gonna be me! We’re a pretty even match, and I suppose it could go either way…but, we gotta give the guys a good show…”

“You mean, rig the match?”

“No…rig the consequence!”

“Like…”

“Winner gets to do what he wants with the loser, right?”

“Yeah…”

“I’ve been comin’ to these Friday night bashes for a couple years…and I know what these horny bastards like to see…”

“Which is…?”

“Cummin’…beggin’…screwin’…”

“Screwin’?”

“Yeah, but they’re not gonna get that tonight…I might, but they won’t!”

“You might?”

“Brought the lube, didn’t I? I’m plannin’ on getting’ first fuck!”

“Oh…”

“First time is private…just you and me – that is, unless you really want me to fuck