A Crossover Story: Earl "The Freak" Gleason V. Cocky Luis Cortez (1)

Chapter One

Tri-State Wrestling Federation promoter Dandy Dawson sat at his deck in his mid-town office.  He had arrayed the 8x10 photos in front of him.  They showed a young Latino bodybuilder, not quite 20.  The kid had curly black hair on top and fades down the sides of his head.  Dandy thought he had beautiful gray blue eyes.  His light brown skin was translucent.  “His stats?” the promoter asked.

Sitting opposite Dawson in two chairs were two muscular Latino Daddies and bodybuilders in their own right.  Carlos Cortez turned to his twin brother Jorge then back to Dawson.  He said, “My son Luis is 6’1” and weighs 200 pounds.  He’s won many awards as a teenage bodybuilder.  He’ll turn 20 next month.  Luis has a smooth 50” chest and 20” biceps.  As you can see, he has an impressive eight pack.  His waist is 32” and his quads 33”.

“Impressive indeed,” the promoter replied, “But can he wrestle?”

Jorge flashed a big smile, “Not only can he wrestle but also he’s cocky as shit.  He’s perfect for your Federation.  He destroyed a police officer named Bill Davenport.  The guy was 6’4” and 235 pounds but Luis took him out and fucked the daylights out of his hole.”

“How big is Luis’s cock?” Dandy asked.

“11 inches,” Carlos said proudly, adding “And uncut.”

“Nice,” Dawson said, thinking, yes, he had found someone to take on the new TSWF Champion, Earl ’The Freak’ Gleason.  Earl would have many physical advantages but Dawson felt the match would be competitive and Luis might just prevail.

“Okay, deal,” the promoter said, “I’ll sign Luis and give the kid a chance.”

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Let the Games Begin

The white-haired owner flashed a big smile at Gary Bennett as he walked through the door at Leo’s Casa Calamari on Third Avenue in Brooklyn.  Leo ran his own underground wrestling promotion in the back room where customers placed bets.

“You here for the wrestling tonight, Tank?” Leo asked, using Gary’s nickname.  Bennett was built like one.  He stood 6’3” and weighed 235 pounds.  Now 46 years old, he still had his blonde hair.  He was smooth all over, with a defined 51” chest and 22” biceps. His 35” quads were powerful pythons.  Inside his blue jeans, he had a thick 8” cut cock.  This evening he wore a tight blue polo shirt that accentuated his big biceps.

“Nah, Leo, not tonight,” replied Gary, “Just came in for a drink while my partner trains for his Tri-State Wrestling Fed title defense this coming Friday.”

“I heard about that,” the owner said, “Earl ‘The Freak’ Gleason was handed the title by Dandy Dawson.  But now he’s gotta defend it.”

“I wouldn’t say ‘handed,’ Leo.  By rights, Earl should have won the title when he fought the AsianMuscleGod, but BlackAlpha interfered…with a metal chair.”

“Well, Gary, some folks are grumbling nevertheless,” Leo observed, “The Freak is gonna have to prove he deserved to be Champ.  I hear he’s been matched with a teen Latino bodybuilder.  Some kid named Luis.”

“Yeah, Earl’s going to make mincemeat of that 19-year old,” Bennett said.

Leo smiled and waved Gary towards the bar.  The Blonde Bodybuilder took a seat next to a handsome 40-something Latino muscle hunk with wavy jet black hair.  He wore a white tank top that contrasted with his brown skin.  The dude was seriously ripped, Bennett thought to himself.  

“Name’s Gary,” The Tank said, putting out a hand to the stud.

“Jorge,” the man replied and took a sip of his red wine.  A plate of calamari was set out before him.

“What are you drinking?” Bennett asked.

“Ahhh, Señor, it is a very fine Sangiovese.  My favorite.”  

“I’ll join you,” Gary said and beckoned the bartender over.  After his glass had been filled, he clinked glasses with Jorge.

“You wrestling tonight?” The Tank asked.  He reached out and tapped Jorge’s left bicep, “Nice ceps on you.”  Jorge was indeed a competitive bodybuilder along with his twin brother Carlos.  He stood 6’2” and weighed 235 pounds.  Smooth all over, he had 51” pecs, 22” biceps, an eight pack, 34” waist, and 34” quads.  And he was packing a hefty 9” uncut cock.

“Me?” Jorge said as he flexed his left bicep, “No Señor, not tonight, although I have wrestled in an independent fed back in my hometown.”

“Ahh,” Gary said, “I wrestle some…but my partner…you may have heard of him…is actually the Champ of the Tri-State Wrestling Federation.”

“You don’t say,” Jorge said, arching his eyebrows.

“Yeah, his name is Earl Gleason but they call him ‘The Freak.’  He’s also known as the Black Bodybuilder.  Stands 6’4” and weighs 240 pounds. He’s got a 52” chest with large dark brown nips, 22” biceps, 33” waist, and 35” quads. But my favorite asset of his,” Gary said with a wink, “is his 9.5” cut cock, which he calls ‘The Destroyer.’”

Jorge chuckled, “Sounds impressive, Señor.  A real Alfa, I imagine?”

“Oh yes, Earl is the definition of an Alpha Warrior,” Bennett said.

“Turns his opponents into his putas?” Jorge almost snickered.

“Yep, and then he fucks them with his Destroyer cock…like he’ll do this Friday after squashing a punk…some 19-year old named Luis,” Gary said.

Jorge had done his homework, watching old TSWF matches, and knew Gary was somewhat shitting him.  Yes, The Freak had defeated, shaved and railed the Brazilian Behemoth Brutus.  But he had lost to the AsianMuscleGod in his title match and been face fucked at center ring.  And before all that, Gleason had been double-penetrated by Brutus and Daddy Dom Sal after he and Gary submitted to Dawson and Brutus.

“Hmmm,” Jorge mused, “He sounds like a real Macho Hombre.”

Gary nodded his head and took a sip of his Sangiovese.  He said, “Watch my spot, stud, I’ll be right back.”  He looked down at his crotch, adding “Just need to take care of business.”

After Bennett had headed to the men’s room, Jorge murmured “Perfecto” to himself.  He pulled out a small white envelope from the right pocket of his sweats and poured the white powder into Gary’s wine glass.

A few minutes after rejoining Jorge at the bar, Gary’s voice had started to slur.  A few minutes after that The Tank’s face hit the top of the bar.

Leo came right over.  “Is everything all right?” he asked with concern.

“Si, si, Señor,” Jorge said, “I’ll just take him outside to get some fresh air.”

The Latino hunk swung his left arm around Gary’s shoulder, pulled him to his feet and half dragged the Blonde Bodybuilder outside the restaurant.

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Later that same evening, Earl Gleason sat in his tight white briefs at the kitchen counter in the apartment he shared with Bennett.  He was scrolling through his emails following his training session.  He hadn’t showered yet but enjoyed inhaling his masculine scent.  His cock was already semi-hard.  When Gary got home, he planned to drill his partner with all 9.5 inches.

Suddenly, the laptop chirped with a notification of a new email.  The Freak reflexively went to it at the top of his inbox.  He didn’t recognize the sender’s email address (jorgecortez1234@gmail.com) but the subject line was as intriguing as it was concerning.  It read “Open to See Your Puta.”

He clicked on the email and saw only a file attachment.  Gleason hesitated, suspecting a possible phishing threat.  But his curiosity got the better of him and he hit the attachment to open it.

His eyes widened as he took in a scene of brutal domination.  Immediately he recognized the smooth chiseled chest and hard 8” cock of his partner.  The base of the cock was gripped by a firm brown hand.  Gary’s face was blocked from view.  His head was being scissored by massive brown quads. Bennett's discarded polo shirt, blue jeans and white briefs lay in a heap beside his body.

Bennett was moaning “Ohhhhh…ohhhhh….” as a Latino stud with black hair stroked his manhood.  His mushroom head was swollen and appeared moist at its slit.

The Latino tormentor cracked a devilish smile.  His quads tightened their grip around Gary’s neck.  He taunted “Who’s gonna become Luis’s puta on Friday night?”

Bennett groaned “The Freak…The Freak will become Luis’s Bitch on Friday.”

Earl quirked his eyebrows.

“That’s right cabron,” said the Latino Heel, “And then my nephew Luis is gonna fuck him with his 11” uncut cock.”

“Fuck,” Gleason muttered, stunned by what he was hearing and seeing.

“But right now, puta,” Jorge continued, “You have a choice—cum for me or I put you out.”

The Latino stud jerked Bennett’s thick cock faster.  The Blonde Bodybuilder’s gasps and moans grew louder.  Suddenly, a fountain of white cum erupted from his slit as his sculpted body spasmed in Jorge’s firm grasp.

“Fuck yeah,” the Latino tormentor exclaimed, watching the big load splatter on Gary’s washboard abs.

Without hesitating, Jorge released his scissors and straightened up.  He was naked too.  His 9” uncut cock was hard as a rock.  He positioned it above The Tank’s face then stuffed his brown cock head inside Gary’s mouth.  “Ggggggwwwwooocccckkkkkk!” gagged Bennett.

“Take my big fucking cock, puta!” Jorge demanded.

Gleason’s Destroyer cock had a life of its own.  It has fully erected tenting out his white briefs as the Champ watched the scene of domination and humiliation play out. 

The Latino Alpha continued to bury his big dick in Gary’s throat.  He looked directly at the camera and said, “Puta Earl Gleason…this will be you on Friday night, taking my big cock down your throat before my sobrino pounds your hole.”

Then he pulled out of Bennett’s mouth and stroked all 9” over Gary’s muscled physique.  It took only a few seconds for his load to spray across Bennett’s chest and abs, adding to the large volume of cum already there.

The Freak looked down at his briefs and saw that a large wet spot had formed on the cotton covering his cock head.

“This is just the beginning…Chump,” Jorge said to the camera as he came down from his release.  Then another, younger male face appeared.  He had curly black hair on top and fades down the sides.  His eyes were gray blue.  His creamy walnut complexion was lighter than his uncle’s brown physique.  Gleason immediately recognized Luis Cortez from his photos.  The kid smirked, “Coming for you, puta.”

The screen went dark leaving Earl Gleason to ponder what had just happened.

Later the same evening, Jorge Cortez emailed his brother Carlos the same video file.  His one sentence email stated:  “Psych out of puta EG has begun!”

(To be continued.)