later, leaving Zeb and JJ alone at the table.

“Hope I didn’t put you in a box with Ron…shootin’ off my mouth about our match…’specially since you guys just got together…”

“Not a problem – really! We talked about all this shit this weekend…especially since I’m still strippin’ at the Hardwood and part of the act is gettin’ it on and gettin’ off with guys for tips and all that. Besides, I do what I want – and so does he…we suck who we want…we fuck who we want…we kiss who we want…and we agreed that if we’re gonna be a ‘couple’ there won’t be any of that ‘don’t touch him, he’s mine’ crap! We’re into to a totally open relationship…whatever happens, happens…and if it does, nobody gets pissed. OK?”

“Just didn’t want to create a ‘situation’ or something!”

“You didn’t…trust me…we talked about everything…and there are no restrictions on either of us…Ron won’t mind ‘sharing’ me…especially with a hot guy like you…he’s gonna get his rocks off seeing me get my rocks off…or, more accurately – YOUR rocks off!”

“Yeah…right, we’ll see who gets who off first! Let’s go watch that flick with the other guys…let that steak settle some before I cripple you!”

By the time the DVD ended, all six guys were rock hard and oozing.

Rod shut of the DVD and TV. “I don’t know about you guys…but that really ‘put me in the mood’…now I’m ready to watch JJ and Zeb get down to business…it’s pretty chilly…better warm your nuts by the fire before you make a dash for the barn…or put your clothes on…!”

Randy responded…“Fuck the clothes…I’m gonna pull on my boots and run for it…you guys with me?”

Zeb answered…“Why the hell not…”

The run to the barn – wearing only boots and c-rings cooled them down – at least partially. Rod, Ron, Pete and Randy stationed themselves at the corners of the mat…Zeb and JJ kicked off their boots and stepped to the middle of the ring, facing each other in just their rings. The chilly run had deflated their erections, but their cocks now began to stiffen again as they eyed one another. The bright lights illuminated the mat accentuating their smooth, tight, muscular bodies…so similar – hairless, except for pubes and pits…chiseled torsos…cut cocks…smooth, tight gonads; yet so different – Middle Eastern and Black…Zeb’s head, shiny, shaved…JJ’s, capped with a short, sculpted afro…two incredibly hot men about to engage in an erotic battle! Zeb asked…“OK dude…what do we wrestle for, rings?”

“You and Randy did rings last night – and you lost, remember? What else you got in your arsenal?”

“Oh, I don’t know…maybe…um, nah…you probably wouldn’t go for that…”

“Go for what?”

Zeb reached out and cupped JJ’s dark, hairless balls.

“These…!”

“Balls?”

“Yeah…”

“And do what with ’em?”

“How about the guy who gets both the other guy’s balls in his mouth - from any angle – wins and calls the consequence…”

JJ rolled Zeb’s balls in his hand. “Yeah…this is a pretty small pair…small enough for me to