I wanted to say, “To hell with it,” but fighting was his life and I’d never do anything to jeopardize his career. “Yeah, but I don’t.” That didn’t mean I wouldn’t tease him though. “I have every intention of jerking off tonight. The question is, do you want to participate and help me along or is that too much for you?”
“You better shout my fucking name loud enough for my neighbors to hear it in Vegas,” Macio replied. “One of these days, I want to watch you stroking your cock while thinking about me.”
“Macio.”
My need to touch him and taste him grew every day until I thought I would die from it. Phone sex wasn’t going to satisfy me completely, but it was enough to get me through one more fucking day. I released my aching dick from my pants and began to stroke it. I hadn’t been that hard since the night we spent together. It felt like I had just been going through the motions every time I took my dick in my own hand.
“There won’t be a single inch of your body that doesn’t know my mouth tomorrow night, Aiden.”
I jerked my dick faster and faster while Macio filled my ear with the dirty things he planned to do to me. When I came, I made sure I shouted his name as loud as I could. “Macio!”
“That’s what I’m talking about, baby.” Macio’s voice soothed me and helped me come down off my high. “You’re all mine tomorrow night.”
I was already his.
Aiden and I said our goodbyes, and having to end the conversation was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do in a while. Fuck, why did I have to have phone sex with him the night before my fight? My cock was raging like a pissed off teenager behind a senior citizen in line with coupons and I was just as anxious. Every time I saw a message from him, my breath got caught in my throat. It was like time stood still and he was all I could think about. I had to be careful where and when I read his messages, too. One time, Barry caught me and that prompted a twenty-minute conversation about how I needed to keep my mind focused on my career and not some guy I was fucking.
I told Barry he had nothing to worry about, but he knew there was something different about me; I really couldn’t hide it. But at least he didn’t pry too much. I was still on point in the ring, so I guessed he didn’t deem this new thing I had going on as a serious problem. As long as I increased my social standing and my brand, Rupert seemed happy.
Ahhhh man, what was I going to do about this hard-on I foolishly let Aiden seduce me into? Fucking tease. I was going to fuck him through the bed tomorrow night, I knew that much. I reached down, grabbing my big boy, and gave him a little squeeze.
“Mmmm, shit,” I moaned. This was no good. I needed to work that energy off.
I climbed out of my bed and did a few jumping jacks and then some push-ups. After I worked up a nice sweat, I took a cold shower, which felt fantastic. I climbed back in bed, and using the On Demand feature on my TV, turned to the World Entertainment Wrestling channel to watch one of their events, which I enjoyed. Where a lot of theirs was scripted, the beef we had in the ETC was real. We talked shit, we had to back it up. There were no heels or faces, just two fighters duking it out and the best one won. No fixed matches, unless you had a blind, dumb, or dirty referee.
I thought about my opponent for tomorrow, Derek McConnor, fucking blowhard. He thought he could intimidate me at the weigh-in, flashing his puny muscles and breathing his stinking fucking breath in my face. I just stood my ground and stared him down like he wasn’t shit. I’d prove McConnor wasn’t shit in the ring, too. I had worked too fucking hard to do anything less. And I hated having to cut weight to be able to defend my title. If there was one thing about my career I detested, it was cutting fucking weight, but that was why my diet was so strict.
It was also one of the reasons I wasn’t so sure I wanted to balance the line between my current light heavyweight class and the heavyweight one. One pound over, and I’d lose my chance to fight in the light heavyweight division. I was comfortable where I was, for now. Rupert wanted me to strive for both, but for him, he was just seeing more dollar signs with all the promotion and endorsement that would be coming my way being able to hold two belts if I could make it happen.
I trusted Rupert, but fighting was my expertise and you could only put the body through so much. I sat back and enjoyed the wrestling show, then turned off the television to go to sleep. Contrary to what people thought, I slept pretty damn well the night before a fight, which only helped me stay focused in the ring better. I smiled before I drifted off to sleep, imagining the banging I was going to give Aiden’s sexy ass tomorrow night in my hotel room. Yes, indeed.
I woke up charged and ready to take on the world. I hit the gym for some quick sparring, not too much; I didn’t want to wear myself out, just wanted to get my blood pumping. I had a great meal loaded with protein and the day went by pretty fast. There was always a lot of fanfare the night of the fight. Pre and post-fight conferences where they hyped the fighters and got people even more excited about the upcoming matches. I was guessing there were going to be tons of pay-per-view purchases like usual.
Barry was chatting with the cut doctor, which gave me a little bit of free time to message Aiden.
Are you here?I sent the message, smiling at my screen as I waited for his response.
I wouldn’t miss your fight for the world, he sent back.
My smile widened when I saw those words appear. My heart skipped a few beats and my dick reared its ugly head, but I ignored it. My fingers blazed over the screen as I typed my reply.
This fight’s for you, baby. I’m going to kick this guy’s ass and wipe the mat with him.
You better.
Speaking of things we better do, you better not be wearing any underwear, unless you want me ripping them off of you,I typed. I could just see him blushing and grinning at the message. God, he was so sexy! But more than just his physical beauty attracted me to him. He was gorgeous inside and out. It was so easy to talk to him, even through texts. Over the past few weeks, I felt closer to Aiden, more than I did with my own brother. I told him things I couldn’t tell anyone else, not even Barry or Rupert. Yeah, we definitely had something special going on and I was going to see it through all the way.
Maybe I do want you to rip off my underwear, Aiden replied.Maybe I’ll even wear some edible ones so you can eat them off me.
Ahhh fuck… the things he did to me! My dick jerked beneath my cup and I knew it was looking to play. I laughed at the thought of me eating off his underwear. The calories alone would be hazardous to my health, let alone the flavor. I was not a fan of edible undies.
Spare me the edibles, baby. I have to watch my figure, I replied.
And what a great figure it is to watch. All right, then, no edibles, but I will be wearing underwear. I want you to rip them off me.
Fine then, have it your way.I smiled as I thought about how much fun I was going to have after the fight.
“Hey buddy, time for the pre-fight conference. You ready?” Barry asked me.
