Ron groggily reached for the phone and mumbled… “Yeah…what…”

Rod feigned a soothing, “motherly” tone…“Rise and shine sweetheart, it’s almost ten…”

“So…?”

“You guys gonna sleep all day ’cause you fucked all night?”

“Wasn’t all night…and yeah, we were sleepin’!”

“How long you been asleep…bet you did fuck all night…”

“Five hours maybe…what the hell am I doin’ tellin’ you that – it’s none of your fuckin’ business…whaddaya want?”

“You’re tellin’ me about your all night fuck, sweetie, because I’m your pal and you love me…and what I want is for you guys to come over late this afternoon for some steaks and bullshit…I’ve got somethin’ I want to run by you, and I need everybody here…”

“Yeah, I guess – what time…who’s ‘everybody’?”

“Five…Pierre should be back by then…you, JJ, Pete, Zeb, Randy, Roscoe, Pierre and me…everybody!”

“OK - so where’s Pierre?”

“Stayed with Roscoe last night…took him for a leather fitting…Roscoe blew him right off the bat…then Pierre blew him…love at first suck, I guess!”

“No shit…”

“Would I lie? Anyway…go back to sleep...I need you bright eyed and bushy tailed tonight when I lay this plan on you…”

“Whatever…we’ll see ya then…idiot, wakin’ a guy in the middle of the night!”

Ron and JJ arrived at Rod’s about 4:45…the smoky aroma from the charcoal grill hung low in the chilled late October air. Roscoe and Pierre had arrived earlier, and Pierre had the steaks out thawing…potatoes and bread baking, and salad in the works. They were greeted by the usual hugs and slaps on the ass.

“OK guys…the grill’s ready…you take care of your own meat…cook your own, that is – so if it’s not done right, you did it…! There are wine coolers and beer in the fridge…help yourselves.”

Zeb and JJ stood beside each other as they grilled. Other than a brief exchange at the Hardwood and on Friday night, they had not yet had a conversation. Zeb tried some small talk in an effort to break the ice. “Hey, man…that dance routine you did with Randy the other night was an absolute turn on…at least for me…all that cum flyin’ sort of gave me some ‘inspiration’ for the Friday night match…when you guys all shot your wads…whew!”

“Thanks…but that match with Randy was just about the hottest thing I’ve seen in I don’t know when…better than anything I’ve seen or done at the Hardwood…I was as rock hard as you guys were by the time you finished…made me want to strip off and take on the winner…!”

“Bummer…I was the loser, remember?”

“Oh, yeah…you’re right…winner, loser – who gives a fuck? It was such a hot match it really doesn’t matter who won…sure looked like you both did! I haven’t wrestled much, but I sure wouldn’t mind takin’ you on – you sure looked like a winner to me!”

“You hittin’ on me a little?”

“Um…consider it more of a ‘challenge’ – if you’re interested…”

“Hell, yeah I’m interested – first guy I ever wrestled here was a black