Below The Belt Vol. 1 – Celebration | Bastian Karim, Dimitri Venum, Guillaume Wayne and Milo Miles

If somebody tried to tell me what the past year would bring I would have said they were full of shit! I still can’t believe it. My friend Bastian called me up one Saturday afternoon. He asked what I was doing and I said, “What do you mean? Same as any other Saturday. Watching the fights.” He asked if he could come over. I stuffed my cock in my pants, went and got a couple of beers out of the fridge and five minutes later, he was at my door. He asked what I thought about Guillaume Wayne, and Dimitri Venum and I said they were great fighters.

Bastian wanted to know what I thought about them personally. I said they were hot guys, but what was he getting at? I mean, he’s their fucking manager. He knows them better than I do. He ask if they wanted to fuck me, would I let them? I was feeling like I was falling down a rabbit hole but I didn’t have a fucking clue how deep it really was. I was like, “Sure Bastian, if Guillaume Wayne and Dimitri Venum wanted to fuck me I sure as hell wouldn’t say no!”

Then he tells me that they are Bi, and having girlfriend problems. He wants to give them a piece of ass to keep them focussed on the Championship. Are you shitting me?! Two of the top fighters in the league are BI?! And they want me to be their fuck toy? I mean holy shit! He wasn’t exactly being honest. It was a hell of a lot more complicated than that but, DAMN!, I could get fucked by Wayne and Venum?! I should have seen what was going on. They’re best friends. Like brothers, really. If they were Bi, then…? But I didn’t make the connection. Not then.

I showed up at Bastian’s gym when he said to and he introduced me to Guillaume. He was so much hotter in person than on TV. I felt like a total dweeb. I let him fuck me, though. He pounded the hell out of me. Made it clear that I was nothing but a fuckboy cum dump. Even then, I felt like there was something going on. Something more to him. But Bastian said if I wanted to get fucked just keep my mouth shut and bend over when they asked me too.

Later it was Dimitri’s turn. He was even rougher than Guillaume. Damn, though! I mean, I’ve never had sex like that before. I wasn’t going to back down, though. I know what they think, just a little dork in glasses but I took everything they gave me. These guys are real men! They’re animals. Soon, I couldn’t get enough. I stopped going to the bars. Stopped using the apps. Other men weren’t enough anymore. Then it started coming, in bits and pieces, in things I overheard, just putting everything together. They were lovers! Kind of. Guillaume had it bad for Dimitri, but Dimitri was kind of fucked up.

Then Guillaume started being nicer. I told him what I knew. I said, if he wanted to talk or anything, you know? But I didn’t figure he did. I was just the fag fucktoy. I just felt sorry for him. But he opened up. Things changed between us. He wasn’t just using me anymore. I mean Dimitri was still kind of a jackass, but damn he knows how to fuck. Guillaume said to not try to talk to him.

Then Guillaume and I got caught. It was bad. I felt terrible. I mean it wasn’t my fault but, if I had just kept things in the gym, just been the fucktoy. But I made friends with Guillaume. I encouraged him. I started going to his apartment. Somebody took pictures. He had to come out. I mean it wasn’t great for me either. My parents found out, my friends. The paparazzi started chasing me. But it was much worse for Guillaume. We thought his career might be over. The thing was, he was as worried about me as himself. Especially after he made his coming out video and things turned out okay. His fans stood by him. Not all of them of course. But I think he was even more popular than he had been.

Dimitri got outed too, though. His wife left him. The fans were okay. He came out and it blew over. He still couldn’t accept himself, though. It was really hard. I don’t know, He was fucking me, and Bastian sometimes, and he and Guillaume were doing stuff. I don’t know how he could do that and think he wasn’t gay, but he did. Guillaume and Dimitri won their championships, though. In both weight classes. The leagues first Out gay fighters and they WON!

We had a hell of a victory party. Victory orgy, more like. That was the last time Dimitri fucked me. But it was later that night that Guillaume asked me to be his boyfriend. I told you, if I had known how this was going to turn out, I wouldn’t have believed it. It gets even better, though. Last week, he proposed!!