Chapter 14

I still appreciate the feedback from everyone! Thaaanks guys :D We will be flitting back to more familiar places as well, don't worry, the Codiase part of the last chapter wasn't a one-off.

Just a warning. Major smut later….!

The show had wrapped and Josh and Jack were changing back into their civilian clothes, ready to head back home for the night.

"Sorry Jack," Josh was saying, "Normally I wouldn't turn down beers but I want to catch up on my sleep."

"Don't justify yourself to me," Jack chuckled, "I'm not going to think you're getting middle-aged and boring. Anyway, did Dusty not tell you? We've got tomorrow and Saturday off! Plenty of time to hit the town then."

"Oh….no, he didn't," Josh said, "Being a bit easy on me aren't they?"

"Don't knock it, we rarely get this much time off in one week! Come next week we'll be hard at it," Jack commented, "Just to forewarn you, I'll be having a morning run. Always do on days off. Got a body to maintain after all."

"I know, what did you think I did on mine, sit around eating donuts?" Josh grinned.

"I know what you do on nights off, but we won't go there," Jack said, with a sly smirk, reaching into his bag and pulling his white Andrew Christian briefs on under the towel around his waist, before removing said towel now he was covered. Josh couldn't help but stare at that beautiful, smooth round ass and thighs as Jack pulled his t-shirt back on.

"Isn't it Thursday, anyway?" he said as he continued to dress.

"And? What you trying to say?" Jack said, "Mattie will be back next week….they want him to ring announce the next couple of shows. I can give this week a miss."

"I saw what was under your bed, Korpela," snarked Josh, "Soon as I'm asleep they'll be out."

"Like you don't use them?" retorted Jack.

"I don't need to, normally," sassed back Josh.

"They don't make them big enough to fit you," Jack replied, grinning good-naturedly so it was obvious he wa splaying. At that point Briley came in, and began to remove his suit.

"What have you done with Oli?" Jack said, rounding on him at once.

"Oh relax," Briley said, "He's waiting outside for me. We're going out to dinner, I'm just looking for my nicer shirt if you must know."

"What?" Jack gasped, "Why didn't you tell me after they cut our backstage segment?"

"Because you're not Oli's father," grinned Briley, "Let him stand on his own two feet, he's a big grown boy now."

"You think I'd let you take Oli to a restaurant without chaperones?" Jack said.

Briley huffed, somewhat pissed off.

"Korpela," he began, "A dude Oli's size and weight could easily flatten you. You need to learn to back-up a bit. Yeah OK, you get your ass bred by Matt Striker, the DILF of the WWE most nights and you have the nice house blah blah, but dude, stop being so controlling, huh?"

"I want Oli to be happy," Jack said obstinately, "And you. Are you sure this is what you want…..I'm just saying, what happened when Brad…"

Now Josh was interested.

Brad?

What?

Briley had ANOTHER man? While he was there? How oblivious had he been the last time he'd worked at FCW?

"Dude….whoa whoa….back up just a moment," drawled Briley, "I thought we agreed to not talk about…him."

"He's coming back here next week to officiate a few Diva matches, I thought you knew that?"

"Yeah, I do," Briley said, "But….I've moved on. He knows that. You know that. I know that. The fuckin' road agents know that."

"I hope Oli knows that," Jack said, "That's all."

"Dude, I'm not an asshole." Briley said, "Catch ya Sunday for training, OK?"

"Yeah, sure," Jack said.

Briley spritzed himself with a bottle of cologne from his bag before straightening his shirt and padding out of the locker room. His bottom half was still the suit trousers and shiny shoes, but he'd changed into a more expensive-looking shirt on top and removed his tie. He looked very dapper and very much the well-dressed jock, eager to be the gent on his date.

As soon as Briley left, Jack motioned for Josh to follow him out the locker room, Josh really not with it right now. This place was like a soap opera, so much drama! Brad….why did that sound familiar to Josh?

"What was that about?" he asked as he followed Jack down the corridor.

"You really are clueless, boo," Jack said, "Paige can take it from here."

He shot a charming grin at the anti-Diva who was stood by the door, tapping intently on her iPhone.

"Huh?" the young English girl said.

"Tell Joshy about Briley and Brad," Jack said.

"Why?" asked Paige.

"Cos I just bumped into Briley, and he's now taking Oli out to dinner."

"Is he? Awwwww that's so sweet!" gushed the ravenette girl, "So why am I telling Josh about Briley and Brad?"

"Because he didn't even realise they were dating last time he was here?" Jack said.

"Wow, even Vince knew they were going out," Paige said.

"Which Brad?" asked Josh, "Do I know him?"

Jack sighed and exchanged a look with Paige.

"Brad Maddox," he said patiently, "He's now a referee on mainline TV….you must know him. Young, pretty, black hair, juicy round tush."

"A very nice round tush," put in Paige.

"So I'm guessing he…."

"Was the bottom boy, yes," Jack grinned, "They were the most adorable couple in the world. And open. Everyone knew Bradiley- that's what we called them actually. Like Cody and Ted. It was really sad when they broke up."

"Yeah," Paige said, "By the way as usual you tell me to do something and then do it yourself. Anyhoo, Brad got called up to the main roster at the last minute to go and be a referee….he had 3 days to pack his stuff, sign his new contract and then piss off on the road."

"Briley acts like this big, smooth, manly jock, but he was so upset," Jack said, "That's how I ended up washing his puke out my carpet. Invited a few of the guys and girls over for some drinks, just to keep Briley's mind off it….he was necking stuff….and he cried his eyes out. He told me if Brad had stayed here a bit longer….he'd have got down on one knee."

"Awwww," Josh said, "But…did Dolph know? He could have been a buddy for Brad?"

"Briley never told his bro," Jack replied, "It was just between us basically….just us developmentals. Brad didn't want to do long distance – he said he wouldn't want to tie Briley down when he was so young in his career. They're best friends though. Kinda like how you and Cody used to be really."

"What happened between you and Cody? I thought you'd be friends for life," Paige put in.

"Don't ask," Josh said.

"Don't, I've heard it, it's complicated, too much drama for one day," Jack said, "I'm sure Layla will probably have an update when she comes to kick your ass in the ring next week."

"Excuse me? Me, wrestling family background versus a former Heat dancer…no contest!" Paige grinned, "I'm kidding by the way….I can't wait to go against a British opponent again."

"Thought you hated Barbies?" grinned Josh.

"I hate prissy Barbie dolls who cannot take a bump and cry if they break a nail in the ring," Paige said, "Hence why I'd never face Jack in a match."

She shot a mischievous grin at Jack who had a camp scandalised expression on his face.

"You two should have a match, I'd love to see you two fight," she continued, "Ask Dusty, go on! There he is, just leaving."

"Do you?" asked Josh, to Jack.

"Hell yes, I can't WAIT to show you what I can do," Jack said, "Hey, Mr. Rhodes, sir, can we have a word?"

Dusty came ambling over, his usual amiable grin on his crinkled face.

"Less of the sir," he chuckled, "We're not working. What up?"

"Can you get me a match against Joshy next week?" asked Jack eagerly, "It would work…him being a babyface and plus they can push the 'former announcers' stuff."

Dusty just grinned.

"I suppose," he said, "Though no hair pulling, biting or eye-scratchin'! I want you both to take it seriously…no gigglin' or nothing like that? Think you girls can manage it?"

"Yeah! Course we can!" Jack beamed, "Aww thank you, thank you."

"By the way," Dusty said, turning to Josh, "My boy just called, said he's coming down with Layla next week."

Josh blanched.

"Did he?" he stammered.

"What's the matter with you two, does he not tell you anything these days!" chuckled Dusty.

"Something like that," lied Josh. He hated lying to the Hall Of Famer. Especially as this man had sometimes been a father figure for him in the past.

"Ah I dunno, modern men," sighed Dusty, "So see y'all next week, enjoy your holiday and make sure you keep smashing that gym."

"Yes sir," Jack said.

"Sure," put in Josh.

Once Dusty had left, the three made their way out into the car park.

"So, what do you reckon Briley's doing to Oli right now?" Jack asked.

"Probably being the perfect gentleman," Paige said, "Stop worrying boo, Oli knows that if anything's bad he can give one of us a call. Just go enjoy your day off, lucky little shit."

"See you soon," Jack said, kissing her on the cheek and hugging her, which was how he usually said goodbye. Josh did the same before they parted and made their way towards their own rental cars.

The drive home was a little quiet…little Josh deep in thought as he watched Orlando flash by into the distance to be replaced with the repetitive dreariness of the highway. Cody's bitchy texts had got him thinking. He probably should just confess all to the ravenette. Tell him what happened….the other month, before he had his dirty little trysts with Jack Swagger. And, tell Cody about that one partner only he knew the name of (apart from, obviously said partner).

Jack knew about…what happened before Swagger. Now Josh was considering telling Jack about this other secret fuck. Jack would be the first person to know that guy's name apart from the guy himself. Four years were a long time, and that guy didn't work for WWE anymore. Jack wouldn't blab. He was clearly a guy who valued his friends' happiness very much. Josh trusted Jack enough to finally tell someone.

It was bizarre that he Josh, should keep the name of one of his conquests secret when he was happy to fuck-and-tell about so many other wrestlers in the past. It was because that man had some history with Cody as well. And because he didn't have the greatest reputation to his name to boot.

Put another way, Josh was lying when he said Todd Grisham was his most…memorable lay. (The threesomes didn't count in his eyes). This un-named man had given Josh a night that simply could not be repeated. It was naughty. It was dirty. It was sweaty. But above all….it was MANLY. To Josh, it just told him everything about how out-of-this-world sex with another man could be. No manscaping or grooming, or doucheing. It was filthy man-sex. And Josh had been hooked. But he knew it was the one time.

Because he hadn't called the shots.

The man had approached him. Gruffly.

And Josh had been pretty damn easy to get jumping to his tune.

Because he knew Cody was otherwise occupied.

"You're very quiet," remarked Jack as he indicated to come off the freeway. Already? Wow Josh had been away for the fairies for a while.

"Sorry," Josh mumbled. He was a touch embarrassed. Reliving the memories of this man had started to make him hard.

"Thinking about Cody?" asked Jack kindly, "He's the one being a douchebag here, not you. You're allowed to be with whomever you want. Jake wanted it, so did you? You're both adults. Jake knew what was at stake."

"Not that," Josh said, "It shows how fucked up my friendship with Cody is really. You obviously know that he doesn't know about…..you-know-who, but I've been thinking about something else."

"Ooh. This sounds pretty heavy," Jack said.

"It is, I know I've been a dick to hide it from Coddles for so many years."

"Please tell me," Jack sighed, "You didn't have Ted before him?"

"NO!" Josh protested, "Despite everything, Teddy is one of many wrestlers who's not been in my bed! I would never have done that to Coddles. He was in love with Teddy from the first time he saw him. Nah….you won't believe who it is. I mean, after Brock Lesnar I'm surprised I could shock anyone."

Jack almost crashed into the car in front.

"WHAT?" he cried.

"Did I not mention it?"

"No you fucking did not!" Jack continued, "You've had sex with BROCK FUCKING LESNAR? WHEN?"

"Years and years ago, when he was first here," Josh said, "And Cody knows about it. No, this is someone different. I swore I'd not tell anyone….not even Layla…..but."

"Tell me when we get home otherwise we'll end up causing a pile-up," Jack said.

Young Oliver Grey was sat reading the menu of this nice Italian restaurant while Briley Pearce was in the gents. Oliver had read a bit about American restaurants before he'd flown out to start his contract, and he was thankful he'd not been fobbed off and taken to Olive Garden. He knew enough about Stateside brands to know that he would not be with a man whose idea of a romantic date was to take him to the equivalent of Bella Italia. Perhaps a lunch with mates but not if he wanted to be impressed.

Oliver was a shy boy. But he knew what he liked. He just wanted to be wined and dined. He was old-fashioned, he supposed. He liked to be made to feel like a prince. And he felt silly wearing his WWE-issue tracksuit top over his vest and jeans because he'd not thought to bring a nice shirt. Briley had said that was fine, he looked good no matter what he was wearing. But Briley had approached him with a new, more expensive-looking shirt, no tie and suit jacket and invited him out for dinner tonight.

Lunch had been lovely. Briley had already spoiled him enough today. After their workouts at a more upmarket gym in town, Briley had taken them to small backstreet diner for lunch which he said did awesome food. And it was. For such a fratboy jock, Briley was the most perfect gentleman Oliver had ever met. He was already starting to feel something for Briley. He knew of course that Briley's actual name was Ryan, but he thought Briley was a much cooler name. And plus he could shorten it to 'Briles' or something.

This menu was proving hard to choose from. Oliver had no intention of letting his guard down too much. He was still not ready to go anywhere with Briley yet. He had been a gent today but Oliver wanted a bit more before he agreed to allow Briley near his body. And the best part of this was…..he got away from Josh Mathews…who was clearly trying to flirt earlier and didn't seem to stop talking about sex with Jack. Oliver didn't think Josh was a bad guy, he seemed nice enough, but he just seemed like a typical gay guy….obsessed with sex and slutting it about. No time for romance. Just some action inside his pants.

"You decided yet?" asked Briley, a charming smile as he removed his jacket and sat down opposite Oliver.

"Not yet," Oliver mumbled.

"You can have anything you like, don't worry about how much," Briley grinned, "This is my treat. You have what you want."

Now Oliver knew why he'd made the decision to wait and be asked out on a first date. He smiled at Briley before browsing the menu once more. Just in case he felt bolder later on, nothing too garlicky. And no fish. Definitely not.

Once he'd made his choices in his head, he then checked out the wines and beers. Briley seemed like such a typical laddish beer swiller. Oliver wondered if he would look too poofy if he asked for wine. But then he was on a sodding DATE with this guy after all. What the hell, he decided. He'd never had champagne in a setting like this before. Only at work Christmas parties back in Devon when he was a teenager and just doing wrestling classes once a week.

"Can we have the Dom Perignon?" he asked nervously.

The dark-haired jock didn't even flinch. He just smiled again.

"I said whatever you like, dude," he said.

And he didn't even snap his fingers at the waiter when it was time to order.

"Wanna share some bread as well?" asked Briley.

"Sure," Oliver said. He unzipped his tracksuit top and hung it off the back of his chair, feeling a trifle exposed in his black vest.

"Black's a good colour on you," Briley commented, as the waiter returned with a bottle of the expensive French champagne in an ice bucket.

Oliver blushed.

"Because it's slimming," he mumbled, trying not to jump as the wine was opened with a POP and two glassfuls were poured by the waiter.

"No, it brings out your tan," Briley continued. He did like this part of dating a guy. He'd been told by his ex-girlfriends (and ex boyfriend) what a charmer he could be on a dinner date. And he thought there could be nothing wrong with that. Make his date feel relaxed. He still remembered his first date with Brad. He'd been nervous as hell that night….first time dating a guy who was also on HIS first date with a guy. He didn't know how to play it. So he'd just thought fuck it, play it cool, be himself. And it had certainly worked.

"What do you think your first angle will be?" he asked, once a plate of Italian breads with oil and vinegar had been placed between them.

"I dunno," shrugged Oliver, "I'm so new I'm just a jobber at the moment. Maybe they'll feed me to Ryback."

"Fella your size, dude you could probably bodyslam him, I saw today how much you can bench press."

"That was my personal best," Oliver replied, sipping his glass of bubbly. If he kept at the wine, he'd feel confident. Just don't get too reliant otherwise he'd end up doing something he would later regret. Now he was out here in the restaurant, he was feeling more proud about being a virgin. He was just awaiting the right guy…it was HIS choice ad HIS business alone.

"Impressive, got a lot of power in those arms," Briley continued, a flirty smile now firmly fixed to his face as he dipped a cube of ciabatta in the oil and put it into his mouth.

Oliver blushed a little and drunk a bit more of his champagne. Was it too early to ask Briley about his past? Yeah. He didn't want to look paranoid as well as innocent.

"I see you've met Josh," Briley went on, "And I saw what he was doing."

Oliver almost choked…his face went scarlet.

"I'll warn you about him," Briley said, "Nice guy, very nice….he's not a bitch or anything. But you need to tell him that you ain't interested in hitting it. He's a….7-eleven. A bag of chips, if you will."

"I gathered," Oliver replied, "Some of the stuff he and Jack talked about."

"Korpela? Weird they seem such good buddies huh? Korpela wouldn't cheat on Striker even with Kelly squared," Brilet said, "Dude, you're lucky you work over here in developmental otherwise she'd have tried it on with you. Now that's a hoe that WON'T take no for an answer."

Oliver felt a little awkward. Briley had such a typical womanising jock aura about him.

"I may as well be honest," Briley said, "Cos I know you're thinking it. I was young and drunk, OK, I blame Nick. Inviting me to a roster night out."

Oliver' eyes fell once more to the neatly wrapped knife and fork in front of him. Now he felt awkward. But he knew about the blonde soon-to-be-former Diva and her….reputation. Josh Mathews was basically the gay male equivalent of her from the impressions he'd garned.

"Sorry," Briley said, realising he'd put his foot right in it, "I just don't like lying to people I really like. And I didn't want some gossip whore telling you before I do."

Briley knew that Oliver wasn't aware of his relationship with Brad. He'd approach that in due course. Not tonight. He was already trying to remove his foot from his mouth with that Kelly Kelly cock-up.

"It's fine," Oliver said, "I just….don't like thinking about stuff like that."

"Ancient history," Briley said, "So, how are you finding the States after coming here from England?"

Josh, now freshly showered and comfortable in just his sweatpants, was sat with a bottle of beer on one of Jack's comfortable white leather armchairs while the younger man perched in the other chair opposite him, also with beer.

"Weird seeing you with beer," he quipped, smirking.

"You can talk….seeing you with beer is like Kelly Kelly putting on a decent wrestling match," Jack hit back.

"Ouch…bitch!" Josh whined.

"So," Jack said, "Now you're on your own. Wanna talk about what you were telling me earlier?"

"What? Oh….yeah. Hey, what's for dinner tonight? Your lasagne was the sex."

"3 Bean enchiladas….healthy ones of course. And don't change the subject Joshy. Come on, you were all ready to spill in the car."

Josh sighed. Reliving this encounter was already going to be tough for him. Not only was it somewhat painful because the morning after he'd had to contend with an ecstatic, loved-up Cody, still on cloud 9 after his first night of passion with Ted, while he, Josh had had a somewhat more feral time in his, well the other man's bed. And on the carpet. And in the bathroom. But anyway….Josh looked down at his sweatpants….even small flashes of recollection were enough to turn him on. His libido was still in fine fettle for an early-thirty-something. He had nothing to worry about yet about growing old.

"First of all," Josh began, "Are you OK to just let me talk. Don't interrupt. Or judge. Can you do that for me Jack?"

"Sure," Jack replied, "But I thought it wasn't….bad."

"It wasn't," Josh said, "I can't explain it in few words….but it's just….intense."

"Intense as Ted DiBiase's ass?" joked Jack.

"Please, let me speak."

***** Night Of Champions, 2008 (FLASH BACK) ********

Josh was stood out of shot as the two handsome young wrestlers filmed their exclusive backstage scene for the WWE website after their unqiue tag bout which consisted of no less than three instead of four.

"Yeah that's right," Ted was drawling, wrapping his arm around the slim, pretty brunette next to him, "It's a brand new start Cody..I believe we have a bright future…"

Josh had to laugh to himself. The expression on Cody's face was absolutely, for want of a better word, Priceless as Ted continued to say his lines for the segment. Cody looked like the happiest guy on earth right now and was fighting the impulse to respond to Ted's sly touching. Josh knew exactly where those two were headed. That match was just full of sexual undertones and the small interviewer knew that he was not going to be hanging out with Cody tonight.

"What about Bob, huh?" scoffed Cody, "I couldn't have done it without you."

No he could not. The young second-generation wrestler and new World Tag Team Champion could not wait to show Ted exactly how grateful he was. Tonight was going to be the night. In their screen storylines it was a mile stone, so it was only right that they should take their burgeoning relationship to the next level.

"Okay that's a wrap," said the director, "Thanks guys."

Once the crew had scuttled away to film the next backstage exclusive for the company website, Cody turned once more to Ted.

"What you thinking?" drawled the young Southerner. He was addicted to this new sensation of being with another man. He was disobeying everything his father ever taught him and the word of God to commit sins of the flesh with the beautiful brunette next to him. Cody had insisted that they take things slow, and not rush. Ted already knew that even at 26, this may well be the person he might one day be growing old with. It sparkled in Cody's brilliant blue eyes when they looked at him. Cody was a baby at just 23 in wrestling, but the young man had been through years of sleeping around, failed boyfriends, and despite his age, was looking to settle down. Cody was old-fashioned at heart. He wanted a man to love. And Theodore Marvin DiBiase Junior was most definitely THAT man. He was The One. Every date. Every meal out. Every day working together so far on the road had been heaven for Cody. Ted was sexy. He was manly. He was kind. He was funny. He had bad fashion sense. A heavy accent that just made him sound like he belonged on the set of Deliverance. He didn't care for technology and gaming and was more interested I hunting, fishing, football and golf. But in Cody's eyes…..he was the perfect man.

Josh knew his best friend had been searching pretty much since he signed with the company last year, for a long term partner. Cody's first aftershow night out had been spent hanging out with Josh at a local gay bar – Cody was thrilled to meet another gay guy at WWE on his first day. And not only that….a gay guy who also happened to be, rather hot. But young Cody had been sensible enough to not act on any feelings he might have had for the older but youthful-looking man and they'd become fast, close friends as a result. There had been times over the last year when Cody mulled over the possibility of asking Josh out. And Josh secretly had wondered if Cody was into him. Maybe that's why they always went out on the pull together…sometimes even showing off their tricks for the night to each other before going separate ways to get their asses pounded senseless by men whose names they didn't even know…..

**2012**

"Cut to the chase, Joshy," Jack said, "Not that the backstory isn't any good, nor is the adorableness of Cody and Teddy…but just tell me. You're killing me here. Who did you fuck?"

"I'm getting there!" snapped Josh, "I know you're missing Striker but I'm not a talking mobile Nifty archive! Jack, this is personal to me. Cody doesn't know, remember! Just let me speak, I said!"

"Okay, okay," sighed Jack, "But you and Cody used to go out on the lash, looking for chumps to fuck you both together?"

"We were young," Josh said, "Young, naïve. And queer. It's what we did."

"Well," grinned Jack, "Cody was young…just out of developmental…you were 2 years off 30!"

"Shut up. And let me continue please."

**2008**

"What you gonna do tonight, Joshy?" asked the pretty, green-clad young man as they changed into street clothes once the pay-per-view was over.

"I dunno," shrugged the spiky-haired small announcer, "I'll see if Layla's free and if she fancies a night in or something. Gonna take it easy."

"Getting soft in your old age are we?" smirked Cody.

"Just because you're clearly going to get laid tonight doesn't mean…"

"Can't you be happy for me, Joshy?" pouted Cody, "I'm going to show the man I love…how much I love him tonight."

"Awwww….you big sap," chuckled Josh, "I've never heard you be soo…..romantic about what you intend to do."

"Teddy's not like those circuit boys who are all girth and no brain cells," Cody said, "Teddy's…different….he's….."

"Never been with a guy," Josh said, "Coddles….baby…are you sure he's the one. What if he freaks out?"

"He won't," Cody said, "I just got a feeling. Hey. Know what? I'm so glad they filmed us from the waist up out there….when he kept touching me I almost came right there in my trunks!"

"Lime green, great colour choice," scoffed Josh, "That would have bordered on porn….I could see every inch of Colossus under there…and I was behind the fucking camera guy!"

"JOSHY!" giggled Cody, leaping onto the small man and tickling him. Their friendship was often like this….childish, touchy-feely, lots of teasing….they were very close. Maybe even closer than brothers. Cody often thought of Josh as his other brother sometimes.

"Back up….back up!" Josh was spluttering through peals of laughter as the stronger Cody continued to tickle him.

"Ugh!" came a cocky voice that caused them both to stop, "Why don't you two fags just hurry up and fuck already, huh?"

The sour face of Kenny Dykstra was taking them both in and glowering.

"Awww," snarked Cody, turning and fixing the blonde with a nasty glare. He and Josh HATED Kenny. He was a big mouthed jock with a roving eye and hated them both for being gay, "What's the matter, Doane? Mickie not putting out for ya? Those blue balls making you irritable?"

"Fuck you Rhodeth," snarled Kenny, "Everyone knows you're only here because of Daddy. Why else would a fag with a thtupid thpeech impediment be employed by this company?"

Josh was fuming at this point and was about to spring but Cody put out an arm.

"Leave it," he said.

Kenny let out a derisive howl of laughter.

"Come on then, announcer, try it," he sneered, "That stupid fag's so pussy he lets a failed Tough Enough contestant stick up for him?"

"Back the fuck up Doane," came a commanding, masculine, roughneck voice. Bob Holly had entered the changing room, still in his bright green ring attire. He was sheened with sweat and in this confined space looked very intimidating. He was a bit of an asshole, yes. Most would admit that. But he had the presence and aura of a legend of the business and commanded respect in the back. Kenny just scowled and stormed away, knowing his bullying was futile in the presence of the veteran.

"Kid," barked Bob, "You did well out there…and…..good….luck..with…him. tonight."

Wow. Bob not expressing disdain or disgust at his former screen protégé's sexual orientation? That was a first. Cody had learned a lot from his work with Bob but he sure as hell was not going to miss being called various homophobic slurs if he messed up in matches or training from now on.

"Thanks," Cody said, "Hey Joshy, I really gotta go now, Teddy said he'd meet me in the parking lot. See you at beakfast."

He gave Josh a hug, and then kissed him on the cheek. Josh returned the gesture. Again. This was how close the two young men had become over Cody's first year with the company.

"Good night. And be careful," Josh said to his young friend.

Cody just winked and padded happly out of the locker room, his sports bag over his shoulder, eager to see his man. Josh watched the brunette disappear and then turned around to zip up his own bag, his suit folded up inside. He could still sense Bob stood near him. The smell of man sweat tearing through the New Jersey-native's nostrils.

Josh didn't dare to admit it around Cody, but he'd been lusting after the veteran for a long time now. Bob was one of those men that just seemed to get hotter as he got older. He wasn't polished. He was aggressive, foul-mouthed and bad-tempered. He didn't have time for fags or pussies in wrestling at all. And he worked stiff on rookies who weren't cutting the mustard. But my God, was he sex on legs. In that rugged, masculine way.

Josh often tended to go for older men. Well, the little ho would go with anyone who'd chat him up really, young, old, fat, thin whatever…Josh remembered when Bob came back after his neck injury with his match with Brock Lesnar. Holly always had an incredible body as far as Josh, and any sane man would notice, but during his recovery it was clear that the legend had worked even harder at developing his physique. The man was bigger and more ripped then ever! And in his first few matches after coming back instead of wearing his trunks he was wearing skin-tight blue jeans. Josh had been turned on then. But because Bob could be such an asshole behind the scenes he'd been put off. Now. He was feeling brave. And Bob had never been hotter than he was now…even at the ripe age of 45.

It had been bad enough when Cody first told Josh that the writers were going to have him team with Bob. Watching some of their matches, Josh deduced (and teased Cody mercilessly about it) that they were basically softcore 'Dads Fuck Boys' videos. Cody always seemed to get particularly miffed when Josh did that and the small man never wondered why. Mainly Josh was jealous. He'd like to be tag teamed by Hardcore Holly. But not in the way family to WWE fans.

"So," Bob said gruffly, taking the place Cody had been, next to Josh and wiping his sweaty body down with a towel, Josh's eyes unable to leave this glorious sight, "Whatcha doin' tonight then Mathews?"

"Dunno," Josh said, "Probbaly might hit the sack. You?"

"Might get a couple of beers," Bob grunted, peeling off his green tight trunks…..oh. My.

Josh always drooled over Bob's ripped, solid, honed body, which was sexy period, never mind for a man old enough to be his father. And Bob was tough as anything. Those thick, solid, thighs. And that ASS. That was a proper man ass. Nothing twinky or pretty about those sold glutes. Josh actually mewed under his breath. The knowledge that Cody was getting sex tonight was already annoying him, and he hadn't had any for a while now. Not that he couldn't…he'd just been busy on the road, and just hadn't fancied going out as much. He was starting to get really turned on. He was fucking twenty-eight! Not some naïve horny teen. And here he was, in the locker room with a wrestling legend and man he saw every working day….getting all hot and bothered. What was wrong with him tonight?

"What you looking at?" barked Bob…holding his towel just over his crotch but most of his Godlike body shining and glistening in the harsh strip lights of the stuffy locker room.

"N-nothing," gulped Josh, frantically turning away. This was bad. This was very bad. Josh was dead meat. He'd probably end up being put in a Chicago street fight for this.

"YOU WERE FUCKIN' WATCING ME CHANGE!" bellowed Bob furiously, "You little faggot."

"No…sir," Josh whimpered, backing away. Bob seemed to be filling the room right now.

"You wanna be a pervert? Huh?" shouted the crew-cutted man, "ANSWER ME LOMBERGER!"

"N-no…s-sir," Josh's eyes were filling with tears. His face was burning with humiliation. He'd fucked p big time. He let his stupid gay hormones take over…why did he think he could get away with having a sneaky peek?

Suddenly, he cried out in pain and stumbled onto the cold tiled floor. Bob had smacked him hard in the head, so hard in fact that he'd been knocked off balance. Bob moved forward and was now standing over the terrified commentary boy. Josh had been with many, many men in his young life. And had experienced abusive tricks. But he'd never felt as scared for his own safety as he did now. Bob could hurt and wound men bigger than his runty self without a care in the world.

Bob removed his towel and even thogh he was ass-naked except from wrestling boots, he was still the most intimidating sight Josh had seen in ages.

"Suck me. Go on then, you little pussy faggot. Bet you beat your little meat to me, dincha? Bet you LOVE getting smacked around by big guys you little queer….Suck. Now."

Bob's voice was now a low and dangerous rumble. He reached down ad pulled the pretty announcer up by his short brown hair. Josh was most definitely a pretty young thing. Still looked like he was barely legal even though he was pushing thirty. Bob liked. Bob wanted this fresh young meat. Well, he'd been here six years…but still…fresh meat to Bob.

Josh….was transfixed by the length of man muscle right in frnt of his eyes. This was by no means the first time he'd been made to suck an older man's cock. His lips automatically wrapped around Bob's length and he began to go to work, his talented little tongue eagerly slurping and licking over the head.

The musty aromas of sweat and testosterone was burning Josh's nose and his eyes were watering. But his cock was rock-haird in his briefs and sweatpants….he was starting to enoy this. He LOVED being used by men like this. He felt so dirty. And so wanted. And Bob tasted fuckin' sweet.

Bob threw his head back and let out a growl of approval. Kid was fuckin' good at this. No wonder half the locker room used him to dump their loads in. Born to suck cock. Bob bet that this was how Mathews got his job. If Bob had been in charge of talent relations, he'd have had this kid pushed to the moon for a mouth like this.

Josh released Bob from his mouth and then began to lick eagerly around the older man's hairy ballsack. Mmm. He was now clutching Bob's thick, meaty thighs like his life depnded on it and was drinking everything in greedily. He was such a little slut. But he didn't care. He bet Cody hadn't even made it to bed yet. And he, Josh…was servicing a fuckin' bona fide professional wrestling legend in Bob Holly.

Bob pulled Josh hard up to his feet, again by his hair….the kid was so fucking good with that tongue of his, Bob was starting to get close. Already. He didn't think he could still get his buttons pushed like that at his age anymore. Especially not by a young morsel like Josh Mathews.

"You better get your fucking little ass in my rental," he snarled, pulling Josh to him and roughly kissing him.

Josh was still on another planet.

"Yes…sir," he whimpered.

Bob hurriedly dressed, not bothering to shower, and pulled on some tight blue jeans and a brown t-shirt, again tight, and clung to his muscular, beefy body.

"Move it," he barked, shoving Josh roughly out of the door of the locker room.

Josh just kept his mouth shut the entire way back to the hotel. Bob walked in front of him all the way out the arena and didn't acknowledge him once. Layla had spotted them, and was about to stop Josh, but Bob just told her to get back to her makeup. She looked offended and affronted but did as she was told. The car ride was awkward. Josh didn't know whether to make small talk. But then this wasn't exactly a date. Bob wasn't the kinda guy to take other men on DATES. He was a horny man. Who had needs. And Josh was there purely to sate them. But Bob also had another reason for taking Josh back to his room. Revenge.

It was the same story all the way up to Holly's room. Josh following a little way behind, a little ashamed but itching to get into the privacy. He hadn't been thoroughly used like this in so long. It wasn't rape. Josh was consensual. More than. He would let Bob do ANYTHING to him. With that rugged body…how could he NOT?

Bob swiped his keycard and booted the door open, dumping his sports bag in the corner, curtly gesturing for Josh to come in. Josh nervously padded through the door, before Bob reached over and slammed it shut, easily removing Josh's bag and yanking the petite twink to him for some more savage, sexual kisses.

"Take your panties off," barked Bob.

Josh wordlessly kicked down his sweatpants. He peeled off his t-shirt so he was stood in just his red and white briefs…these were a particulry tight and skimpy pair that just covered his little bubble butt. Bob licked his lips. Nice little body. And those tattoos as well. Kid had a dirty side clearly. Not as innocent as he looked.

"Get those panties off," Bob barked again.

Josh peeled them off so he was now stood naked in front of Bob. He reddened a little. But his cock was standing to attention.

"On your knees." Bob snarled, "Where you left off."

Josh obeyed him without question, undoing the zipper and button and pulling the denim down…the scent of unwashed man once again bombarding his nostrils.

"Yes sir."

The jeans were so tight on Bob's thick thighs they proved a little tricky to get down….but Josh once again was sucking eagerly on that hard cock…Bob grunting and growling as that hot little mouth did its work. He instinctively tore off his T-shirt as he felt Josh's small hands grab his ass cheeks as he continued to suck.

"On the bed," growled Bob.

He just watched that supple young body get to its feet and pad over to the bed, before laying on the crisp white sheets….Josh's pretty little face etched with lust. His hazel eyes were dilated, his pouty lipsparted. He was such a pretty little thing. Shame he was going to get maimed really. Bob kicked off his cowboy boots, jeans and boxers, before striding over to Josh and straddling him, his large thighs holding Josh right in place. The little man couldn't escape now.

Josh had Bob's dick right in his face.

He shot a naughty smile at Bob before his hot mouth took its rightful place back over his cock…sucking and slurping once more.

Bob was in ecstasy from Josh's talent and also gobsmacked at how fuckin' EAGER this kid was. He was a total slut. A cockhound.

"Harder, fag!" he barked, smacking Josh round the head once more.

"Yes daddy!" mewed Josh and he pulled himself even more forward so his soft lips were brushing Bob's pubic hair….Bob's eyes rolled back as the pleasure shot through his veins….the kid could deep-throat and all? Better than….the other one…even…

That was it. Bob couldn't take it any longer. He forced himself free from Josh's mouth. Josh just smirked at him. Almost like a challenge. Was the kid trying to cheek him?

"On your hands and knees!" snarled Bob.

Josh silently wriggled his supple, lean and lithe body around so his muscled, bubble ass was now staring Bob right in the face. He didn't even need telling twice to give it up. Piece of fuckin; cake. Not like the other one Bob had recently. He took some wearing down..

Bob shuffled closer. He was wet enough from Josh's sucking. He wasn;t going to waste time fingering that kids pussy. From the stories other guys in the locker room told, Mathews would give it up no matter what…and the kid had a nice pair of smooth thighs as well.

Josh cried out as a sharpness pierced him from behind. He was expecting this. He WANTED this. But it still fuckin' hurt like hell. Bob didn';t even give Josh a chance to get used to it before he drove roughly forwards, forcing Josh open and penetrating him deeply.

Josh's eyes streamed as his body burned at the crude invasion. He hissed in pain, determined to not cry out. Bob would only hurt him more if he did. But he wasn't….protesting.

He wanted it.

It felt so naughty. So dirty.

He wanted more.

More damnit.

He thrust backwards…if Bob didn't get moving soon…he'd do it for him.

SMACK!

He was thrown down by a huge hand to the back.

"Don't you fuckin' dictate to me you little slut!" bellowed Bob.

Oh yes.

A dominant daddy.

Josh could have died and gone to heaven right now.

He wanted to be Bob's bitch.

The man was filling him painfully right now.

Bob becgan to thrust back and forth. Hard. Unforgiving.

Growls, snarls, rumbles and roars emanating from the older wrestler's mouth as he began to go to town on the supple body beneath him…Josh absorbing every impact with ease and rearing back for more. Whimpers. Mews. Wails. The kid was fucking LOVING this.

Bob reached down and grasped the short, sweaty brown hair in his callused fingers and yanked Josh';s head up hard, locking him in position…Josh howling with animalistic pleasure as Bob smashed his prostate….he was being fucked like a man. By a real man. This was it. This was how it ALWAYS should be. Oh yes…oh yes…..fucking YES…

Josh's legs were going dead….he was hurting. But it was so worth it. He could feel it. Boiling up deep inside him. Bob's fierce growls making him edge closer every time…..he wanted to look at this hunk who was right now destroying his ass…..he wriggled with all his might, kicking Bob away.

"STAY DOWN!" yelled Bob.

"Fuck on me fuckin' BACK!" gasped Josh, "PLEASE, Daddy!"

Bob pulled outroughly. He watched the lean, youthful form roll over, those smooth, beautiful little legs spread as Josh held his ass open, his entrance raw, red…yet still inviting. Bob pushed down and forcibly drove right back inside, those smooth legs resting on his shoulders.

Bob reached down to lock the commentator's arms in place as he began to rsume the same uncompromising rhythm of before…Josh's little mouth crying out his feelings just like before….he was a slut. A real slut. He wanted more!

Josh could feel it building up inside him once more….he was taking the pounding and coming right back for more. Bob clearly had done this before. Probably with other rookies who disobeyed him. He knew how to fuck a boy's ass. Josh had had full-on-gay men who were less good than this. This was how a man should fuck. And this is how a man should GET FUCKED. Josh couldn't take it anymore….he was about to explode….he…couldn't….

A piercing scream rent the air.

Ropes of semen splattered across those lithe abs as the little bitch finally lost control. Bob was hooked. He began to speed up. He was going to breed the little ass until his essence was spilling right back out again….he let out a bellow and a loud roar before he too, succumbed to his zenith.

**2012**

Josh's breath was already getting shallower as he finished his tale. He was itching to run upstairs and find some relief. He looked over at Jack. The Pittsburgh native's mouth was open. He had been deathly silent throughout this graphic retelling of what was still the best night of his life.

"Well?" he said. His voice was a little hoarse from all that talking and his beer had long since been drunk.

"Holy….and I thought Brock Lesnar was enough," breathed Jack, whistling, "Joshy. You are something else."

"So was Bob," Josh replied, a smirk on his face, "I don't think he got the name 'Hardcore Holly' from his matches. Not after the way he saw to me that night. And the morning after."

"I'm so jealous of you right now," Jack said, "Even when I was watching WWF growing up…thought Hardcore Holly was one hot mofo, and a DILF for sure. I always jacked-off to his hot bod. I always wanted to pull his trunks down, and bury my face in his sweet man ass, and just eat it out for hours. And you did that. You lucky ho."

"I sure am," grinned Josh, "And now I see why you ended up with Matt. He's a DILF for sure, too."

"Want another beer?" asked Jack.

Josh nodded.

"And please Jack, it's taken me a lot to tell you that." he said, "Please promise me you'll keep this to yourself. Don't tell Paige. And definitely don't tell Coddles. Or Lay. I'll tell them when the time is right."

"Sure. You've got my word," Jack said, "But in my opinion. Why didn't you tell them?"

"I had my reasons," Josh said.

After 2 and a half weeks (Yes, really) this is finally up! Sorry it took forever posting but I hope its length made up for it. Been a while since I've done an 'epic' sized chapter and I have been wanting to throw in this little revelation for ages now. There's more to this than you see here too. Trust me.

Hope y'all liked it and sorry again for the long wait! xx