Private investigator Jack Hammer smiled as he looked at the men gathered around the wrestling mat in Steel Steve's big main room. There were at least thirty of them. A couple were totally naked. The others were dressed in Speedos, jeans, or leather gear. Lots of leather gear. That was the main vibe at the converted gym on East Riverside Drive.
The jockstrap wrestling was over and it was time for the main event. A cheer went up as Jack walked onto the mat, followed by the other three men. They were all big, hairy, and ruggedly male body builders. Two had heavy mustaches and beard stubble. The third, a tall Hispanic with a receding hairline, wore a beard trimmed to the length of his buzz cut. All three wore heavy black leather boots.
Jack was as big and muscular as the others, with a tiny "Semper Fi" tattoo on his right shoulder blade, carrying himself with the tightly-coiled grace of a martial arts master. He was clean-shaven, with short black hair cut to fit anywhere-office, construction site, onstage with a country band . . .
He stopped at the center of the mat. He was naked and his cock grew thick and heavy under the admiring eyes of the men surrounding him. He'd spent the last five months driving an eighteen-wheeler from El Paso to Oklahoma City, infiltrating a gang of cargo thieves. It'd been dangerous and scary, but he'd made his final report to the insurance company and collected a giant check. Now, he was ready to cut loose, and Steel Steve's Global Health Club was the perfect place to do it.
The gay bath's owner, Steve Steele, dressed in a black leather jockstrap, chest harness, and work boots, stepped onto the mat. He was far and away the most ripped guy in the joint . . . and, in private, the biggest nelly queen Jack had ever fucked.
"Gentlemen!" His voice boomed off the hard walls and floor. "Bears and cubs! Tops and bottoms! Studs and sissies!" He patted Jack's bare bottom. "Tonight, in the ring for the very first time . . . Jack Studd!" The crowd cheered.
"And returning . . . By popular demand . . ." Steve slapped Jack's ass affectionately, then moved to the next man. He was the shortest, with close-cropped black hair, wearing a black leather biker cap, a black leather chest harness, and black leather chaps which left his crotch and buttocks bare. Steve ground his bulging jockstrap between the man's ass cheeks and reached around to stroke his hardening cock. "Dirty Doug!" The men clapped and cheered.
"In his second appearance . . ." This guy had straight blond hair, a little long on top but super-short on the sides. He wore a black leather jockstrap with red highlights, supported by thin black leather straps attached to a black leather shoulder harness. Steve briefly fondled the man's cock through the leather jockstrap, then turned him around and bent him over, showing off his hairy muscular buttocks and little brown asshole. "The butt master . . . Billy Butt!"
The cheering grew louder. One man, dressed only in blue jeans and boots, unfastened his fly, took his cock and balls out, then rebuttoned his fly, creating an impromptu cock ring. His pole was already stiff as a steel rod.
Steve struck a body-building pose and thrust his crotch forward, displaying the big bulge in his jockstrap. The crowd cheered and reached for him. He kissed one guy. "Later, dearie." He patted another man's butt and fondled a stiff cock, them moved to the tall Hispanic man with the buzz-cut and closely-trimmed beard.
"Our all-time favorite . . . The Terror from South of the Border . . . well, South Austin anyway . . . The macho man of macho men . . . The Tex-Mex Panther . . . EL GATO GRANDE!" He was dressed in crotchless and assless blue jeans and a black leather vest, with a heavy chrome chain and padlock around his neck.
The crowd went wild. EL GATO-who'd introduced himself as "Joe" in the locker room-wrapped a big hand around his stiff shaft and turned in a slow circle, showing off for the watching men.
"All right, guys." Steve faced the men on the mat. "You know the rules." He grinned. "Get out there and get down. Whoever gets the most applause at the end wins." He pinched his nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, then ran his hands down his body and rubbed his palms against his inner thighs. "So, get those bats out . . . and play ball!" He stepped off the mat and plunged into the crowd.
"Wow!" Jack's thumb and index finger circled the base of his stiff shaft and his remaining fingers cupped his shaved balls. "Three hot men."
Joe put his hands on his blue-jean-clad hips and grinned at Jack. "First time?"
Jack looked at the men surrounding them. "First time with an audience."
"That's okay." Joe kissed Jack roughly. "I like breaking in virgins." He looked at Billy and Doug. "How about you guys?" Billy nodded. Doug stuck both thumbs in the air.
"Bring it on." Jack had never been so horny. He'd dated a truck stop waitress in Amarillo as part of his cover. She was good in bed and would even let him fuck her ass after a few Jack and Cokes, but he really needed a good hard man, with a stiff cock, skilled mouth, and eager ass. Now, he was getting three.
"Jack Studd." Billy plastered his body against Jack's and kissed him fiercely, humping his black leather jockstrap against Jack's hard-on. "You really are a stud."
"So are you." Jack stroked Billy's mustache and caressed his beard stubble, then ran his fingers through the blond man's luxuriant chest hair and down to his crotch, then reached for the black leather jockstrap's zipper.
"No." Billy pushed Jack's hand away.
"Okay." Jack fondled Billy's bulging jockstrap briefly, then gripped his hairy butt and pulled their bodies together. He kissed Billy hard and dirty, savoring the feel of the man's mustache and stubble. It was so wonderfully overpoweringly male.
"My turn." Doug pushed Billy away, moved into Jack's arms, and tongue-kissed him aggressively while they rubbed bare cocks. He was just as hot and sexy as Billy. Doug wrapped his hand around Jack's rigid shaft. "Gotta have some of this." He sank to his knees and took Jack's hard pole into his mouth.
Jack closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations. The waitress had been a pretty good cocksucker, especially for a woman, but there was nothing like a hot guy who really knew what he was doing. He opened his eyes and ran his fingers through Doug's short hair. "Oh man," Jack whispered.
Beside them, Billy was sucking Joe's big stiff rod. Joe grinned at Jack. "Having fun?"
"Oh yeah." Jack looked around at the crowd. "Never realized I was such a show-off."
"Well, you are, Blanche!" Steve shouted from the sidelines. The crowd laughed.
"And a real fuckin' crowd-pleaser!" another man cried.
Jack pulled Doug to his feet and kissed him roughly. "That was great." He ran his fingers along Doug's rigid pole. "But I was getting too close."
Doug grinned. "We don't want that." He turned to the crowd. "Do we?"
