A Crossover Story: Earl "The Freak" Gleason V. Cocky Luis Cortez (3)

Chapter Three

Introductions Interrupted

The Bay Ridge Arena was filled to the rafters.  The crowd of horny gay men had arrived early with banners that read “The Freak” and “Bring on the Destroyer” in reference to the Champ and his big black cock.  Periodic chants broke out supporting Gleason as the fans worked themselves into a frenzy.

Backstage in the Champ’s locker room Earl was toweling off his muscled physique after a hot shower to relax his muscles.  His partner Gary had already suited up in his white jock strap.  He stood flexing his bodybuilder frame before a full-length mirror, admiring his large muscles and hairless body.

“Tonight’s the night,” Bennett said.

“I defend my title?” Gleason asked.

“Well, that too…. But tonight’s the night I finally fuck Dawson,” the Blonde Bodybuilder said.

“Oh, that,” The Freak said, “I’ve already prepared the way, so to speak.”

Gary glanced back at his partner, “You’re the best, handsome!”

“Earl…Earl Gleason?” a voice asked from just outside the locker room.

“Yeah, I’m here,” the Champ responded as he reached for his jock strap.  His 9.5” flaccid cock dangled below his smooth pubic bone.

A large black police officer entered the room. The officer wore stretchy dark blue pants and a lighter blue shirt.  It was clear he spent countless hours in the gym.  He was the same height as the Champ at 6’4” and weighed slightly less at 235 pounds.  He had 50” pecs and 22” biceps.

“Yes, officer, can we help you?” Bennett said after dropping his poses.  He took in the powerful physique of the policeman and felt his cock begin to harden in his jock strap. Heck, he was attracted to Earl. It made sense that the black policeman would push his buttons. 

“I’m Bill Davenport,” the black officer said, “You may not have heard of me, but I know this Latino punk Luis Cortez all too well.  We’ve wrestled a couple of times, once in a tag team match.”

“Hmmmmm, you don’t say,” remarked Gleason as he pulled on his jock strap.  Davenport stared as Earl stuffed his big Destroyer cock inside the pouch.

“Yeah, and I just wanted to stop by to warn you, Earl, that Luis and his relatives don’t play fair.  They are dirty tricksters, plain and simple.  If you and your partner don’t take the kid seriously, you’re gonna wind up on all fours taking his 11” cock up your hole.”

“Is that what happened to you?” Gleason asked.

The policeman shrugged, “Yeah, I underestimated the punk in the tag team match.  I actually won our second match but he….he kinda seduced me into giving up my ass to him for a second time.”

“Hmmmmm,” the Champ mused, “I won’t ask how that happened.  But I appreciate the warning, Officer Davenport.  Gary and I have already experienced some bullshit tactics from the Uncle…Jorge.  It’s just made me more determined to destroy the punk and own his hole with my big dick.”

Bill nodded, “Well, I’ll be rooting for you." He paused and glanced at Gary's muscled physique and bulge. "Maybe the three of us can meet up afterwards?”

Gary nodded, “Think I’d like that, Officer Davenport.”

“Gary,” Gleason said with a hint of warning.  He found Bennett’s flirting to be annoying although he, too, was impressed by Davenport’s stellar body and wondered what he looked like without the tight fitting uniform.  The thought sent blood rushing to his Destroyer.  His pouch began to plump up slightly.

Davenport grinned and departed from the locker room just as the ring announcer Vern Wonder shouted into his mic, “GAY MEN OF BAY RIDGE!!!”

The crowed erupted with applause.  “WELCOME TO THE TRI-STATE WRESTLING FED’S MAIN EVENT—A TITLE BOUT BETWEEN YOUR CHAMP AND A NEWCOMER TO THE TSWF!”  The audience responded with more cheers and clapping.  Some chanted “THE FREAK!  THE FREAK!”

Earl and Gary knew they had to wait for the challenger to be introduced.

“INTRODUCING,” Wonder continued, “THE 6’1” 225 POUND CHALLENGER, FROM PARTS UNKNOWN, AND ACCOMPANIED BY HIS CREW, DADDY CARLOS AND UNCLE JORGE…THE TEEN LATINO BODYBUILDER…LUIS CORTEZ!!!”

The arena exploded in a mixture of cheer and jeers.  Some had heard about Luis’s reputation as a Cocky Alpha Heel but others were willing to give the kid a chance.  The spotlight moved to the top of the ramp way.  The curtains parted and Luis appeared…alone.  

He winked, flashed a big grin, and went into a double bi-flex for the audience, showing off his 20” guns and revealing a light dusting of black armpit hair.  

Luis’s creamy walnut complexion contrasted with his wavy black hair on top of his head.  He was dressed only in a black jock strap.  His pouch was pronounced.  Black pubes poked above the jock’s waistband.

As Earl and Gary watched the scene on a TV monitor in the locker room, the Latino teen began to strut down the ramp way towards the ring.  Suddenly, the lights in the locker room went out.  Out of nowhere a metal chair crashed down on Bennett’s skull—WHAM!—flattening the Blonde Bodybuilder onto the concrete floor.

Strong muscled arms grabbed at The Freak in the darkness.  One forearm wrapped around his throat. "Nnnngghhhh!" Another from the same assailant pressed on his head, forcing the Champ to his knees.  Another hand reached inside Earl’s pouch and encircled the base of his Destroyer cock.  “What the fuck?” exclaimed the Champ.

The hand started jerking the thick cock, quickly getting it hard.  The stroking rubbed the mushroom head of the cock against the fabric of the jock strap.

A voice taunted in a hispanic accent, “Señor Chump, your big cock is so useless!”  The forearm around Earl’s throat tightened and he began to gasp.

The stroking intensified.  Luis meanwhile had reached the ring and taken the mic from Vern Wonder’s hand.  “Bay Ridge!” he exclaimed, “I think the Chump…The Freak…may be a little late for his match.  He’s a little indisposed.”  Shouts of “What?” and “Where?” rang out.  The Latino teen continued, “But he’s gonna come soon, I assure you…”

In the locker room, Gleason’s restrained body began to spasm.  He grunted as he went over the edge, “UNGH!  UNGH!  UNGH!”  A bleach-like aroma filled the room as cum exploded into the pouch of his white jock strap.  His muscled black body trembled from the explosive orgasm.  The hand kept stroking his big cock, emptying Earl’s balls completely.  A voice taunted “Such a puta!”

Then, just as quickly as his attackers had arrived, they were gone.  The lights came back on.  From his knees, Gleason saw that Bennett had been cold-cocked.  He looked down and saw that the front of his pouch was wet with his release.  Some of his white man juice was leaking down the inside of his dark ebony legs.

On the monitor two large, smooth, brown-skinned Latino bodybuilders with wavy black hair marched down the ramp way, arm in arm, wearing only black jock straps bulging with 9” uncut cocks.  They were both semi-hard.  

From the ring, Luis shouted into the mic, “MI PAPA CARLOS AND TIO JORGE!!!”  He handed the mic back to Vern Wonder and whispered to the announcer, “Ok, bring out the putas!”

(To be continued.)