He thought he'd never get away from work that afternoon, but at last he was out the door, in his car, and heading down the road away from the city. Ron Wilcox breathed a sigh of relief. He was good at his job, and he and everyone else knew it. The bad part about that was that other people assumed he'd be there round the clock to bail them out when they got into trouble. The looks he'd gotten when he'd announced he was heading out early for the weekend, as if he were leaving them all in the lurch on purpose.
Well, they could deal. He was free at last, and badly needed to get rid of this pent-up stress. Spending some time with his buddy Wade was just the way to do it. It had been so hard to arrange this afternoon. He still couldn't really believe they had pulled it off. A smile of anticipation rose to Ron's lips and he drove a little faster.
It was a long way out to Wade's place, a good hour's drive. The scenery changed from access roads, fast-food joints and strip malls to grassy ranchland dotted with a few houses. Fences ran along the road and there were occasional cattle grazing. Ron began to relax. He thought of the encounter that lay ahead and his cock twitched in his pants. He reminded himself not to get too worked up too soon. They had all afternoon.
He turned off the main highway onto a narrow county road, then turned again. He slowed down and watched the gates on the right carefully. He hadn't been out here all that often and didn't remember too clearly where the place was.
He shouldn't have worried. There Wade was, standing at the gate to his ranch, waving frantically, the big, goofy grin Ron knew well by now on his face. He came running to the driver's side window as he brought his car to a halt.
"Hello, hello," Wade said when Ron rolled the window down, panting with excitement. He almost always sounded out of breath. "Thanks so much for coming on out." He stuck out a rough hand.
"Don't mention it, buddy," Ron answered, shaking it, as always feeling charmed and embarrassed by Wade's obvious delight at seeing him. "Glad I could make it."
"I've been waiting out here just in case you didn't remember where the place was. Let me open the gate and get you on in here."
He rolled the car just inside the gate and let Wade in. They drove slowly, bumping and jouncing along a dirt track choked with weeds. This was his friend's second piece of property, inherited from his family. Once it had been a working ranch, but Wade had long since stopped keeping it up. He was holding on to it until the property grew valuable enough to sell to developers, he had told Ron, but this was so far out in the countryside it would be a long time before that happened.
"Got everything ready for you, buddy," Wade said, clapping him on the shoulder. "Mats are out. Gatorade in the cooler if we get thirsty."
"Bet we will. It's hot today."
"Sure is. Good day to strip down and get some exercise, eh?" Wade grinned and his eyes glinted. Ron nodded, his mouth dry with excitement.
A few minutes more of bone-jarring driving and the mobile home loomed into view, old and decrepit. It stood next to a small stand of trees, a disused stock pond some distance away. Ron stopped the car as close as he could and they got out.
They stepped through waist-high grass around to the other side. A set of rickety wooden steps led up to the door. In front of them was the square padded mat, bright blue against the grass, regulation size.
"You got that thing out yourself? I could have helped you."
"Didn't have anything else to do. Besides, you're my guest." Wade looked at Ron, a slight smile on his face. "You ready?"
Ron shrugged, trying to stay casual, though his heart was pounding and he could feel his cock straining against the confines of the elastic pouch under his dress slacks.
"No time like the present."
Wade had already bent and pulled off his shoes. He stripped rapidly down, almost flinging off his work shirt and jeans onto the steps. His uniform today was a pair of bright red Speedos, his favorite gear. He had a bit of a belly, but otherwise was in fine shape, his biceps and pectorals bulging, his chest and stomach covered with dark blond hair.
Ron's body in contrast was smooth, his muscles built through gym workouts rather than hard labor. He undressed more carefully-he didn't want to mess up his office outfit. He left his shoes neatly lined up near the wrestling mat, socks balled up inside. He hung his shirt on a nearby branch, then unbuckled his belt and stepped out of his trousers. A warm breeze rustled through the trees. It felt good on his bare butt. He was wearing what he always wore for their bouts, a black Safe-T-Gard jockstrap. He heard Wade whistle behind him.
"Looking good, pretty boy," he said, as Ron hung his pants next to his shirt and turned to face his opponent.
Ron snorted. "Who you calling pretty?"
Wade crouched in his opening stance, his tongue darting playfully out. "You. Ready to get your ass whupped, pretty boy?"
"We'll see about that." Ron lunged forward and grabbed the back of Wade's neck. They struggled locked together for a few moments, neither gaining the advantage. Ron thought he saw an opening and tried to hook his leg between Wade's. He let out an "oomph!" of surprise as his opponent somehow turned the tables and took him down instead.
They rolled on the mat, every muscle in their taut bodies visible, grunting and shouting in their struggle for dominance. Ron felt Wade's hard cock pressed against his thigh through the nylon. He was enjoying this as much as he was. He looked at his friend grinning above him, felt his hot breath on his face.
"Give?" Wade asked.
