New In The Neighborhood

New in the Neighborhood

by

  Crusher

    It had been a long time coming.  Jerry had been searching for almost a year for the perfect new house to buy.  He was not about to  settle  for anything less than exactly what he wanted.  Not only did the house have to be just so, but Jerry insisted that there be a place that he could set up his own private gym and wrestling ring.  To find a property that already included a building that he could use for this purpose was more than difficult but he was perfectly willing to buy a house that at least had enough ground that he could build what he needed.  At last his wish had come true.  The real estate agent whose services he had engaged contacted him about a new listing for a place that was just outside of town in a semi-rural area.  When Jerry went to look at the place, he found it to be perfect.  Not only was the house just what he had wanted but about forty feet behind the house was a huge four car garage.  Since there was already a two car garage attached to the house, Jerry thought that this building in the back would be perfect for him to convert into his gym.  He immediately made an offer and a few days later he learned that it had been accepted.



    Jerry could not wait to get moved in.  He was in and settled in about a month’s time.  It took about two more months to get the cement block building converted.  It had turned out even better than he expected.  There was plenty of space to set up his regulation size ring.  He even had some bleacher style seating on two sides of the ring.   This will be great for when the guys all come over for practice.  Jerry thought to himself as his face beamed with delight.  Another area had all of Jerry’s weights and exercise equipment.  One whole wall was covered by a mirror that went from end to end and from the floor up to seven feet high.  He stood there for a moment studying himself in the huge mirror.  He smiled as he looked at himself and was quite pleased with what he saw.  Jerry was 30 years old and he stood an even six feet tall.  He weighed 225 pounds and was very nicely muscled.  He had brown hair and had a neatly trimmed mustache.  He had a golden-bronze tan because he spends a lot of time out doors.  His chest was muscular with just a light dusting of brown hair.  More predominant was the slightly darker hair that ran from his navel downward disappearing beneath the waistband of his  shorts.  He was wearing a pair of red nylon gym shorts that were probably a size smaller than he really needed.  They did not leave much to the imagination as they hugged every curve and bulge.  Jerry was hung like a bull and he was proud of it!

    About three months had passed since Jerry had moved into his new home just outside of the small town of Belle Vernon.  He loved it here.  His house was away from the main road and there was only one other house nearby.  His next door neighbors were  Bill Weber and his son Curtis.  Not that Jerry actually knew his neighbors.  He had never even met them face to face.  They sort of kept to themselves  and Jerry thought that it was a good thing to let it stay that way.  He had seen them several times when he was coming home or on his way out somewhere.  They would wave to each other to be cordial.  Jerry figured Bill to be a man of about 40 years of age and Curtis looked to be about 19 or so.  Both very handsome men he thought.  He had sized both of these guys up several times as he drove past the house and saw them out working in the yard.  They never wore a shirt while they did their yard work.  Jerry would look at them and politely wave as he drove by.

    Jerry pulled into his driveway and went into the house.  The first thing that he did was to get out of his clothes.  He believed in being completely comfortable at home so he usually wore nothing but his tighty whities around the house when he was home alone.  And besides, he would be changing soon anyway because a couple of his buddies were coming over in a little while to get in some workout time and wrestling practice.

    It was just about 12:30pm when the doorbell rang.  Jerry thought to himself, “That can’t be any of the guys yet.  They said that they wouldn’t be here until around 2:00pm.”   Not knowing who might be at the door, he thought it best to grab his robe and throw it on to answer the door.



     He opened the door and saw Jack, the UPS Man.   “Got another package for ya Jerry.  Another one from BG East.  You sure get a lot of packages from them don’t ya?” 

     Jerry looked at him and muttered   “Ya, I guess”  as he signed for the package. 

    Jack was the regular driver for this route and he had been making many deliveries to Jerry in the past few months.  Jack commented, “That makes three this month.  Whatever those guys are selling, it must be pretty good, huh?”  

    Jerry was starting to feel a bit awkward but he did respond, “Just some video tapes.”  

    Jack raised an eyebrow and said, “Oh ya?  What kind of tapes?” 

     Jerry fidgeted a bit as he told him, “Wrestling videos.”  

    Jack smiled and said, “Is that right?  You into wrestling, huh?  I used to wrestle in high school and in college.”  

    Jerry looked him right in the eye as the uncomfortable feeling waned and his thoughts turned to more interesting possibilities.  He had thought many times, about what he might do if he ever had the chance to get Jack into the ring. But he never figured it would actually happen.  It was just more like a fantasy.  But Jerry was not about to let this opportunity get past him.  Jack was five feet eleven inches tall and weighed about 190 pounds.  It was hard to tell with that  Buster Brown  uniform that he had to wear but it looked like he might be pretty nicely developed underneath.  Jack was a handsome man with blond hair and he was clean shaven.  Those vivid blue eyes and his pearly white smile could make anyone weak in the knees

     “Sure, I am into wrestling.  If you are interested, you’ll have to come over some time and practice with me and some of my buddies.  We’ll have a blast”.  Jerry said cheerfully. 

    Jack responded enthusiastically, “I’d like that a whole lot man!  Really! When do you guys get together?”

    Jerry explained that a couple of the guys were coming over in about an hour and a half and that they would probably only get to workout until about 5:00 or 6:00pm.  The expression of excitement suddenly left Jack’s face and was replaced with a look of disappointment.  

    “Awe DAMN!  I won’t get my truck back to the distribution center in New Stanton  until about 5:30 and then it would take me another half hour to get back here to your place.  Well, I guess that it is just as well anyway.  I don’t have any of my gear with me.”  

    Jerry seemed a bit disappointed too. But he made Jack another offer.   “Well, tomorrow is Saturday.  Do you have to work or are you off?” 

     Jack replied,   “No, I am off tomorrow.”   His face lit up once more in anticipation. 

    Jerry asked, “Can you come over about 2:00 tomorrow afternoon?”  

    Jack grinned and said, “You bet!!  I ll be here at 2:00 sharp.  Thanks man, I am looking forward to it.  It has been a while since I have had anybody to wrestle with.”  

    Jerry said, “Great!  Then I ll see you tomorrow afternoon.”   With that Jerry watched as Jack walked back to the driveway and climbed into his UPS truck.  Jerry closed the door and yelled, “YES!!”  as he pumped his fist in gesture of celebration.

    Practice went well that afternoon with the guys.  They finished up with their workout around 4:30 and since they still had about an hour or so before some of them had to leave, they decided to sit around in the back yard and toss down a couple of brews.  They had not bothered to change back into their regular clothes.  The four of them just sat around in their wrestling trunks and boots while shooting the breeze. 

    One of the guys asked Jerry, “Hey Jer, who’s that kid over there looking over the fence at us?”  

    Jerry looked and said, “Oh that is Curtis, he lives next door.”   

    “Well, he sure seems like he is eyeing us up pretty good.  Do you know him well?”  asked his wrestling buddy. 

    Jerry responded, “No actually.  I have never really met him or his father.  From what I understand, it is just the two of them living next door.  I do’‘t know what ever happened to his mother.  I just know that she is not around here and that it is just Curtis and his dad, Bill.”  

    One of the other guys said, “Well maybe you ought to introduce yourself.  That Curtis looks like a tasty little morsel”  

    Jerry agreed, “Ya, I do like breaking in fresh meat  but if he is not into our scene, it could end up being trouble.  I have to live next door to those guys so I’d like to keep things cool, if you know what I mean.”   A little while later the guys went back into the house to shower and change .  Jerry went to bed a little earlier than usual that night.  He wanted to be well rested for his big day with Jack tomorrow.

    The next afternoon the doorbell rang.  Jerry looked up at the clock on the wall and saw that it was exactly 2:00.   “Right on time,”  he said to himself.  He went to answer the front door once again wearing his robe.  But this time he had his trunks on underneath.    He opened the door and there stood Jack grinning from ear to ear. 

    “Hey Jerry, how’s it going?”   Noticing that Jerry was wearing his robe he asked, “You didn’t just get out of bed did you?  It’s the middle of the afternoon.”  

    Jerry replied, “No.  I’ve been up for hours.  I just got changed into my gear.  Come on in and I’ll show you where you can change.”  Jerry lead Jack to his bedroom.   “You can change in here.  I’ll be waiting for you in the kitchen.”  

    Jack went into the bedroom and closed the door.  He set his gym bag on the bed and started to strip.  He pulled his white jockstrap up and then stepped into his navy blue singlet and pulled the straps up over his shoulders.  Then he shoved his hand down inside his singlet  adjusting  his cock and balls to a more comfortable position.  He sat down on the edge of the bed to put his wrestling shoes on and while he was tying them up he noticed a stack of video tapes on the table next to the bed.  He pick one up and read the label.  The title was Fantasymen # 23.  He looked at a couple of others. He saw titles like HunkBash, JobberPaloozer and Tag Team Torture and they all had the BG East logo on them.  He thought to himself, “What kind of wrestling videos are these?”   He had no idea.   “Oh well, I ll have to ask Jerry about them later.  Maybe he will show them to me sometime.”   Jack stood up and check himself in the mirror.  Jerry was right.  He was well developed.  Nice muscles but not quite as ripped as Jerry was.  His body was smooth and tanned.  One more quick adjustment to the ample sized crotch-bulge and he headed out to the kitchen where Jerry was waiting.

    He followed Jerry out the back door and across the yard to the building that housed Jerry’s gym.  They went inside and Jack remarked, “Hey man,  nice set-up.”   

    “Thanks.”   Jerry replied. 

    Jack looked around, checking out all the weights and equipment.  He saw the ring and thought that Jerry must be into boxing as well. When he didn’t seem to find any  mats, he asked, “Hey Jerry, where are the wrestling mats?” 

    Jerry said, “I haven’t got any mats.”   Jack looked puzzled.  

    “Well then, where do you guys do your wrestling?  We aren’t going to wrestle on the floor are we?”

     Jerry smiled and said “No, of course not.” 

    He pointed to the ring. 

    Jack said, “I figured you had that ring for boxing.  Do you mean that you use that ring to wrestle in?  You mean like those guys on T.V.?  Pro-Wrestling?”   

Jerry nodded, “That’s right.”

Jack seemed a little hesitant.  He explained, “I don’t know.  I ve never done anything like that before.”  

Jerry asked, “You have seen pro-wrestling on T.V. before haven’t you?”   

“Well, ya . . .  I guess.  But I never watched that stuff very often.  I don’t know.  There was just something about seeing two grown men stripped down to what amounts to not much more than their underwear and a pair of boots fighting each other.  I mean . . . if you think about it, what kind of man likes to get into the ring and fight another man wearing nothing but a pair of briefs?”   Just as Jack finished his question, Jerry took his robe off revealing that he was wearing a pair of spandex wrestling trunks.  They were orange with black tiger stripes on them.  (Just like the trunks that Fly n Brian Pillman used to wear when he wrestled back in the good old days.)

    Jack stared at Jerry in amazement.  He was speechless.  He didn’t know what to say now.  He felt very awkward. 

Jerry just smiled at him and said, “It’s OK man.  Don’t worry about it.  We wrestlers hear it all of the time.  Don’t sweat it man.  Come on.  Lets get into the ring and I ll show you some moves.”  

Feeling a little more at ease, he followed Jerry to the ring.  For about an hour Jerry showed Jack how to do different moves and apply various holds.  Jack appeared to be a bit hesitant at first but he then he seemed to loosen up a bit. 

Then Jack said, “OK,  lets get to it.”  

Jerry asked, “Do you think that you are ready brother?”

   

    The two men stood in the center of the ring facing each other.  Jack raised his hands indicating that he wanted to test his strength against his teacher s.  Jerry obliged him and they locked up.  It was clear that Jerry was stronger and had more power.  As Jack quickly realized that this was a dumb move and that he was going to lose this test of strength, he had to think fast.  Out of nowhere, he completely surprised Jerry with a knee lift to the gut.  Immediately the air was forced out of Jerry’s lungs with an  Ooooff .  As the two men’s hands broke free from one another, Jerry doubled over but still remained on his feet.  Jack then hit Jerry on the back of his neck with a double ax-handle chop.  This sent Jerry crashing face first to the canvas.  Jack stood over his wrestling mentor and grinned.  Jerry slowly began to make his way up on his hands and knees, attempting to get up.  That is when Jack kicked him in the gut, flipping Jerry over onto his back as though he were a pancake in the skillet being flipped.  Jack began stomping and kicking Jerry repeatedly.  After a moment or two he stopped and stepped back to look at his opponent. 

He taunted Jerry, “Look at you!  Rolling around on the canvas in your little tiger briefs!  Is this what you like?  HUH?!?!  Is this what you guys get off on?!?!”  

Jerry managed to roll out of the ring under the bottom rope.  As he slowly regained his breath and his footing, he said to Jack, “So, . . . it would seem as though you have a little more experience than you lead me to believe.  You lied to me!”  

Jack responded, “Not at all.  I told you that I have never done this kind of stuff before and that was true.  Actually it kind of makes me sick.  I told you what I thought about you guys who like to fight in your panties.  You disgust me.  So I just gave you what you deserved.   Jack turned and stepped through the ropes and jumped down to the floor.   Have a nice day faggot!”  Jack said mockingly as he headed toward the door.

    Jerry was extremely pissed off.  There was no way that he was going to let this guy get away with what he had done.  He went after Jack.  Jack did not hear him coming and Jerry jumped on him from behind tackling him to the floor.  Jerry started pounding him with his fists.  He was enraged!  He grabbed a hold of Jack’s golden blond hair with both hands and bounced his head off of the concrete floor about five or six times.  This put some good scrapes on Jack’s forehead, and knocked him senseless at the same time.  The adrenaline effect that Jerry was experiencing had him acting like a mad man.   “Oh NO Buster Brown, you not gettin out of that that easy!  You are gonna pay for this!  I m gonna make you suffer like you never have before.”

    Jerry dragged Jack’s carcass back to the ring.  He rolled him in under the bottom rope. Jack laid there on his back holding his head and moaning in pain.    Jerry climbed up onto the top turnbuckle and dove off  coming down on top of the bewildered UPS man with a beautifully executed frog-splash.  Jack’s hands went from holding his aching head to holding his now agonizing ribs.  He rolled onto his side as he groaned as he curled up.  It was now the mentor standing over the student gloating and taunting.   “Not too bad for a faggot in his panties, eh Buster Brown?”

    Still moaning from the pain, Jack began to slither on his belly toward the ropes attempting to get out of the ring. 

Jerry exclaimed, “Awe no,  you’re not leaving yet.  We haven’t finished your lesson.  There is still so much more that I want to teach you.”  Jerry grabbed  Jack by his ankles and pulled him back toward the center of the ring.  As he was sliding backwards on his belly he continued desperately reaching for the ropes.  Suddenly he felt an excruciating pain rivet through his lower back as Jerry connected with an elbow drop.  

“AAAHHHGGG!!!”   Jack cried out.  He was in serious trouble.  His head ached like never before, his ribs were killing him and his back felt like someone had stuck a knife into it. 

    As Jack lay there flat on his belly practically motionless, Jerry decided that it was time for the next lesson.   “You need to learn a little humility, BOY!”   He sat down on the canvas and lifted Jack’s head using those golden locks again, and scooted himself  forward so that his crotch was just under Jack’s face.  Then he clamped on a powerful  scissors hold as Jack’s face was forced into Jerry’s crotch.  Jack struggled like a wild man to get out of the hold but Jerry had him trapped tightly in his head scissors.   “How do you like that Buster Brown?  Take a good strong whiff if that.  That’s what a real man smells like!”   Jerry laughed as he squeezed harder on his adversary's head.  Jack was still kind of (out of it) but he did have enough of his wits about him to know what was happening to him.  He was simply in no kind of shape to do anything about it. 

As Jerry forced Jack’s face deeper into his crotch, it was becoming more and more difficult for Jack to draw  breath.  As he gulped and gasped his muffled voice could barely be heard.   “Please . . .  let me go.  Pleeeeeze!”

    Jerry released the scissor-hold and spread his legs wide.  Jack was exhausted and did not have the strength to move.  He just laid there with his head resting on Jerry’s bulging crotch and he labored to regain his breath.  Jerry just sat there leaning back propping himself up in a seated with his arms.  He looked at the man who couldn’t even pick his head up to get away from this humiliating position.  He shook his head and laughed.  When Jerry finally slipped out from underneath,  Jack’s head hit the canvas with a  thump .

    He just laid there motionless.  Jerry rolled him over onto his back and sat him up.  He had to hold him steady because he was so woozy that he could not sit up on his own.  His eyes only half open and his head wobbled and bobbed around.  Jerry held him up as he pulled the straps of his singlet down off of his shoulders.  Then Jerry let him fall back on the mats, flat on his back again.  He then proceeded to strip Jack of his singlet.  Jack protested verbally but was unable to do much more.  Jerry tossed the singlet over to the corner and smiled at  the handsome young man who lay helpless before him.   “Damn!! you sure look sweet.   He said with a big grin.   You re wearin  less than me now BOY!  You re down to your fuckin jock.  What do you have to say about that?”  

Jack managed to croak out his response.   “Fuck you  . . . you damnd faggot!  I m gonna beat your ass for this!”

Jerry let out a boisterous laugh.   “OH . . . yes, I can see that I should be afraid of you.  You look so mean and tough laying there in your jock-strap all beat-up!”  

    Jack, with considerable effort was trying to get up onto his feet. 

Jerry said, “Here let me help you buddy.”   He helped Jack up to his feet but Jack was still so wobbly that he could barely keep his balance.  Jerry scooped him up, turning him upside down and dropping to his knees bringing Jack down hard in a tombstone pyle-driver. Jack’s body jerked and seized from the impact.  Jerry said,  “Now it is time!  This next lesson is one that you will never forget, BOY!”   With that, Jerry slapped a powerful claw on the abundantly stuffed pouch of Jack’s jock.   Jack let out a blood-curdling scream.  Jerry really went to work on the man’s balls.  Squeezing, pulling and twisting on them with great strength.  Jack grabbed Jerry’s wrist and tried to pull the claw from his manhood while his legs were frantically kicking and his screams of pain continued.  But he had no success.  Jerry was not about to let go of the man’s balls.  He pulled upward lifting his man’s pelvis up off of the canvas then after holding him up for several seconds, he would force him back down to the mats.  He pulled him up by his balls again  and slammed him back down never easing up on his grip.

Jack pleaded, “LET GO!!! LET GO!!!  . . . OH PLEEEZE LET GO. . . I CAN’t TAKE ANY MORE!”  

    Finally, Jerry released the claw-hold and let the poor man clutch his jewels and curl up in agony.  Jerry took this opportunity to slip out of the ring.  He lifted up the  skirt that surrounded the ring apron and retrieved a couple pieces of clothesline type rope.  Returning to the ring where Jack was still moaning and in quite a bit of pain, he tied a length of rope around each of Jack’s ankles   He then positioned the beaten man on his back in the center of the ring and one at a time, he stretched each of his legs out, securing them to the ring posts on opposite ends of the ring.  This kept  Jack’s legs spread widely apart.    Jerry left Jack’s  arms free for a purpose.  He let Jack lay there for a while to gain a little of his composure back.  He wanted him to have his wits about him for the next stage of today’s lesson.  Once he felt that Jack was ready for more, he sat him up and positioned himself on his knees behind him.  He pulled Jack’s left arm behind him in a hammer-lock and held it tightly. 

Jack moaned, “No more.  Please no more.  I am sorry about what I said.  I take it back.  Just please let me go.”  

Jerry replied, “OK Jack, I ll let you go.  But first you have to do something for me.”   

“What is it?”  Jack asked. 

Jerry said, “I want you to use your right hand to reach down and pull your cock and balls out of that jock and play with yourself.”  

Jack was appalled at the idea.  “ WHAT?!?!?! . . . I ain’t doin that!”   

Jerry applied a lot more pressure to the hammer-lock pulling Jack’s left arm up higher causing another wave of intense pain  for Jack to bear.   “You ll do what I say or I will snap your arm off like a twig!”  

    Jack realized the hopelessness of his situation.  He could think of no way out except to do as Jerry ordered.  It was humiliating, but if doing it would make Jerry let him go, then he decided that he must endure it.  His hand was shaking as he fidgeted with the jock, pulling it to one side and exposing his cock and balls. 

Jerry smiled and said, “Good. . . . Now I want to see you jerk-off like a god boy.”   Jack began to slowly stroke his cock but it didn’t seem to be getting hard.  Jerry ordered, “Faster Boy!  Faster!  Beat that meat like you do at home when you are laying in bed by yourself.  Make it look like you are enjoying it man!”   Jack obliged and began to jack-off at a faster pace.  Meanwhile, Jerry reached around with one hand and began to play with Jack’s left nipple.  Jack moaned.  But this time it sounded more like a moan of pleasure than one of pain.   “You like that don’t ya BOY?”   Jack beat harder and faster while Jerry worked on his left nipple.   “Now when you shoot your load, make sure that you aim your dick so that it shoots all over your chest.  You understand?”   Just then,  . . . it happened. Jack began to cum.  

Ahhrrggg . . . AHH,  AHHH   AAARRRGGG!!!!!   His jism land on his chest and stomach just as instructed.    Good Boy, Good Boy!   Jerry said with satisfaction.  He released the hammer-lock and stood up allowing Jack to fall back in exhaustion.  He looked at battered blond hunk and instinctively began rubbing his own crotch.   You sure look good boy.  So Jerry bent down and untied one of Jack’s ankles and rolled Jack over onto his belly. He got on top of Jack and began to hump him.  His cock grew bigger and harder by the second.  After a moment or two of dry humping him, he could wait no more.  He quickly peeled off his trunks and freed his big boner.  He was more than ready to go.  He ran his hands over those tight hard globes and spread them wide.  He lubricated Jacks hole by spitting into it.  He then got his cock wet the same way and positioned it at the opening of Jack tight ass.  He pushed gently at first. 

The moment that Jack realized what Jerry was doing to him he began to struggle.  Jerry grabbed his head and bounced it off of the canvas a couple of times in order to settle him down.   “Don’t fight it stud.  You ll like it better if you just relax and take it like a man.”  explained Jerry.  Jerry gave it a hard thrust and pushed his way deep inside of the muscle stud’s ass. 

Jack’s eyes bulged and he was beating the mats with his arms and trying to pull himself toward the ropes but he was going nowhere.  He screamed, “NO!  STOP!!   DON’t DO THIS!    . . .  AAAARRRRGGG!!  PLEASE STOP!”   Jerry continued pumping Jack’s unwilling ass, ignoring his pleas.   Jack screamed and flailed his arms and continued to beg as Jerry never stopped ramming his huge hard cock up his ass.  Jack began to whimper and he had tears streaming down his face.  Finally, Jerry felt the eruption as his hot white juice was being shot deep into Jack’s twitching ass.  It was a powerful orgasm.  After he was drained of his man-juice, he just collapsed on top of Jack’s hot sweaty body and lay there for a few minutes.  He pulled his cock out and heard a  pop  as the head came out. 

    Jerry got up and went over to the corner.  He picked up Jack’s singlet and used it to clean off his big tool.  He walked back over to Jack and turned him over  onto his back simply by using the toe of his boot.  He threw the soiled singlet on the mat next to Jack   and then stepped over the spent body with one leg straddling him.  He struck a double bicep pose as he towered over the conquered stud.   “Do you have any more remarks  to make about pro-wrestlers who wear trunks when they are in the ring,  . . . BOY!?!?!? “  

Jack closed his eyes in shame and softly said, “No sir.”  

Jerry said, “Humph,  . . .I didn’t think you would.”   Jerry untied Jack’s other ankle freeing him.  He pulled Jack to his feet.  He was still very unsteady so Jerry leaned him back against the ropes.  He took a handful of Jack’s hair and held his head up and gave him a vicious knuckle sandwich.  That powerful fist to the face sent Jack backward over the top rope and he ended up landing face first on the concrete floor.  

“OK Buster Brown, today’s lesson is over.  Just see that you remember it well!”   Jerry returned to the house and gathered Jack’s clothes and gym bag.  He took them out and put them in Jack’s car.  Then he went back inside the gym and told Jack that he was free to go and that all of his stuff was in his car. 

Jack said, “But I need my clothes.  I can’t go out to my car like this.”  

Jerry replied, “You can go out and get in your car like that and leave, or you can stay here and we will do this all over again.  What’s it gonna be?”   Jack staggered over to the door and looked around outside.  He didn’t see anyone.  He made it to his car quickly and took off down the road.