When your boyfriend of less than a year knows your sexual fetishes well enough to cook up a birthday surprise that includes a private viewing of a three-way-fantasy wrestling match - well, if that ain't love, I don't know what is...
It went something like this: A few days before my 28th birthday I flew out to Colorado to spend a week with Rick. As was our usual thing, we wasted no time hitting the sheets fucking and sucking like mad dogs in heat. My little red-head was proving to be a most imaginative and energetic lover; and as always, I was pleasantly surprised when he seemed to know all of the things that pushed my carnal buttons. He was the lover I'd always dreamed of, and I hoped I was the same to him.
On the third night out west, on my actual birth date; Rick told me that he had a big surprise for me this evening. I asked him what he had planned but he kept quiet and so I figured I'd just play along , besides, he'd never let me down these past eleven months since we met, so I was bound to enjoy whatever devious plot my little pervert had planned.
We went out to dinner at a nice restaurant, but I noticed that Rick kept checking his watch, "Dear god, I hope a stripper isn't supposed to show up", I said half seriously; his face fell when he replied, "Damn, you are ruining the surprise". I sat quiet for a moment and then saw he was trying to stifle a laugh. I kicked him lightly under the table and then waited for our meals to arrive.
After dinner we hoped into Rick's car and drove, away from town, towards the countryside. It was a spectacular July night, the sky so clear that the stars seemed to be crackling. I rolled the window down and let the warm night air wash over me. After about a half an hour or so, we pulled down a small road just on the outskirts of Dimsdale and parked the car behind an abandoned warehouse that sat hidden back in the woods.
As we exited the car, Rick went around the back to the trunk and got a gym bag out that he slung over his shoulder, "This is it", he said pointing to the building. "My uncle owns this place, he never sold it and for some reason, it's in my name."
"So this is my birthday surprise, your dowry?" I asked chuckling.
"No!" he said rolling his eyes, your surprise is what's in side...just like a Butterfinger".
I followed him in after he unlocked the back door. We made our way through a small conference room into a large main area that was about ten degrees cooler than it was outside. Our footsteps echoed and when Rick found the light switch I saw that a make-shift wrestling ring had been erected in the center of the room; actually, it looked pretty authentic. Just off to the side was one of those big old chase-lounge chairs with a small wooden crate next to it. Rick pointed to the chair and said, "Make yourself comfortable, it's the seat of honor."
I meandered over to my seat and saw that on the crate were a few joints, some lube, a package of Trojans and a couple bottles of water. I lay back and lit a joint, took a few tokes and closed my eyes ... last night I'd met Rick's roommate, Jon, what a hottie that one was, jet black hair, cute little ass, a real lanky dude ... I wondered if he was gay ... I'd also met this other guy, Gus, another cutie, but kind of quiet... just then my train of thought was derailed by some cheesy music playing so loud that it was distorted; it was some kind of pre-recorded stuff, a familiar voice boomed over the tinny music, "Welcome to the Dimsdale Wrestletorium for tonight's featured match - a no holds bared, loser gets fucked, double team event", I had to laugh over the earnest yet tacky presentation but the voice continued, "Would you welcome please the tag-team champs, Ricky the Crippler and his partner Jon the Mangler, they are, The Dream Team..." the voice trailed off and just then on either side of the ring, I saw two figures bounding out from the shadows.
Rick was first, in the tightest pair of Speedos I'd ever seen, wearing a white ring-jacket with "USA" emblazoned on it, he sped through to the ring, and with the grace of Jimmy Snuka, did a back flip, landed on his feet and raised his arms. I cheered and whistled and just then Jon, who'd I met the night before, in an equally snug pair of tights came charging down the aisle, his black hair flapping behind him. Rick parted the first and second ropes to offer entrance for his partner and he climbed in and he also raised his arms while I applauded wildly.
The boys began stretching in the ring, Rick put his left leg up on a turnbuckle that afforded me a breathtaking view of his upper thigh ; meanwhile Jon, his back to me, did a couple of squats which showed how muscular his ass was as his bubble butt strained against the fabric of his tights ... if all this wasn't enough, they then ripped their jackets off and the both of them began flexing like a couple of mini Schwarzenegger's . No, these two were far from muscle men, but they had sinewy tightly sculpted bodies, and they were giving me a show that was making my cock ache... and then they faced me and maybe it was just a trick of the light, but both of them were already sporting semi-hardons...I think I might have been drooling at this point.
Strutting about the ring now like a couple of little thugs, I wondered what was next. As if on cue, Rick did a quick cartwheel in the center of the ring and said out loud, "For your approval, meet the Dream Team's opponent for the night".
Another light came on (how did they do that? I wondered) and the back end of the ring was illuminated and I saw someone tied to the back turnbuckle struggling against the rope that held him ... it was Gus, the other guy I'd met last night. He was dressed in very tight white briefs that were almost see-through.
Jon untied him and Gus feel to the mat floor and somewhere, a bell clanged and Jon tagged Rick; Jon climbed to the lip of the ring and stood, his sweet ass facing me. Meanwhile Rick bobbed around the ring around taunting Gus, "Come on punk, come on, show me what you got, come on..." Rick reached down and grabbed a handful of the kid's hair and immediately got him into a side headlock. He dragged 
him center ring and with his free hand pointed at me, a wicked smile on his face and then pummeled Gus in rapid fire with a succession of right hooks. Letting go, Gus fell face down in the ring; Rick scrambled over him and brought his boot down on the kid's mid-section causing him to scream out in pain ... this was turning me on to no end, so I lay back on the chair and freed my member and slowly began stroking...
Rick was now on top of Gus and he reached down into his opponent's tights, from the back, and gave his balls a good squeeze, once again making Gus scream out in pain. Then he got up on his feet and yanked Gus up, holding both of his arms behind his back and pushed him over to the corner of the ring where Jon was waiting.
Holding the kid prone, Jon laid into him with a couple of gut punches. He paused for a minute and then grabbed his nipples giving them such a twist that Gus's legs collapsed under him. Rick let go of him then, and tagged in Jon who hopped sideways over the rope and began doling out his own brand of punishment to the punk in white. Pile-drivers, leg splits, and full nelsons were dealt out at an amazing rate, Jon was one tough customer ... I almost shot my load watching him beat Gus.
When Jon had Gus in a figure four leg lock, Rick leaned over the rope, his tights riding up revealing his left ass cheek, and tagged Jon. Now both of them were in the ring working over Gus, it was so fucking hot...the kid had no chance in hell against these two. At one point, they lay him down while Jon did a claw on Gus's crotch and Rick dry humped the kid's face. Whatever fight Gus might have had was gone, he was being used.
Now Rick and Jon stood up and faced me, as if on cue they yanked their trunks down revealing two raging boners, and then they covered up again, though I could see Rick's cock head still peeking out of the top of his Speedos and again I thought I was going to cum...
The boys lifted Gus to the edge of the ring and threw him out on to the floor and then jumped out of the ring and grabbed him, each took an arm and they dragged him towards me.
"Suck," Rick commanded, pushing Gus onto my engorged cock, and Gus sucked, man-oh-man, did he suck, like his fucking life depended on it. And then they pulled him off me and threw him back into the ring.
I was so fucking turned on now, and for the umpteenth time that night I almost climaxed watching Rick and Jon tie Gus to the turnbuckle while the used him as a human punching bag...the kid begged, pleaded for mercy, but the Dream Team just kept abusing him.
Finally, Jon and Rick, covered in sweat, stopped and undid Gus . This time they took him to the edge of the ring and tied him to the turnbuckle, his ass facing them. And then they waved me over...
..."OK baby," Rick said, "you want some of this punk?"
I jumped from my chair and tore off my jeans and shirt and climbed into the ring in just my briefs. I took Rick in my arms and gave him a big 
sloppy kiss while Jon felt up my crotch, freeing my cock from my underwear, milking it, my cum dripping like liquid honey all over his hands. I kept kissing my lover while Jon sheathed my member with a condom and slathered it up in lube ... I turned towards him and kissed him also ... meanwhile Rick was behind me, his hands around my chest finding my erect nipples pinching them...my cock was rail stiff and I saw that Gus's ass was unclothed and I rammed deep inside of him while Rick and Jon's hands played all over my body sending me into untold places of pleasure...Gus was screaming out loud, and I fucked him harder... Jon was eating out my ass, his tongue stabbing at my hole ... Rick was biting at my ear, talking dirty, calling me his ' Daddy' ... Jon climbed in front of Gus and stuck his cock in the punk's mouth ... Rick climbed outside the ropes and started fucking Jon... I don't know which of us came first, I just know that when I came I rammed Gus so hard that again his knees buckled and Jon's rod slipped out of his mouth so that when the dark haired stud came he shot all over Gus's back ... meanwhile I watched my lover's face while he climaxed, his cock up Jon's ass ... Gus fell to the mat and I took both of the Dream Team into my arms and we shared kisses, the three of us and then we shook the cum dripping from our cocks on to the body of the fallen punk on the wrestling mat below us...
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An hour later I was thanking and saying my goodbyes to Jon and Gus as they dressed and headed out into the night. Back in the warehouse I found Rick gathering up some things and stuffing them into his gym bag. He was back in his tights and ring jacket. I was just in a t-shirt and briefs. I walked up to Rick, and took the bag from his hands and put it down and then wrapped my arms around him, "You're crushing me," he said closing his eyes, "I love it..."
I was going to ask him how he coordinated tonight, where did the music come from, who ran the lights, did he have to pay Gus... but that could wait, I had other things on my mind.
We walked back over to the lounge chair, and stretched out on it and removed my underwear. Rick smiled and took his Speedos off, he was about to take the ring jacket off when I said, "Babe, keep that on, I kind of like it".
And then he straddled me, lowering himself down on my cock, his curse words reverberating through the empty warehouse that beautiful July night...
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