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Calvin was a junior reporter at one of the local newspapers in the city. He had only worked there for four months, and it was his first job after completing his college degree. Naturally, most of his assignments had been boring up to this point, but he knew that he had to cut his teeth and therefore, that was to be expected.After an arduous Wednesday, as he was finishing up his work at six p.m., his boss walked over to his desk and informed him that he would have to interview at seven o?clock that evening. Arnie, the guy who was supposed to perform this task had rushed off to the hospital because his son had been admitted with acute appendicitis.?What interview?? Calvin asked.?You have to interview Bruiser Bjornson, the cruiserweight MMA champion who will be fighting at the Empire Hotel on Saturday evening,? his boss informed him.?Huh? Seriously, Mr. Dickenson, I know nothing about fighting,? Calvin protested.?Well, I have often overheard you moaning about the tedious assignments allotted to you, so here?s your chance to show what you are made of,? his boss challengingly responded.Dumbstruck, Calvin just stared at him. With a mischievous grin, his boss then concluded, ?Seven, room 1007, don?t be late.?After handing over a file with some background info on Bruiser his boss turned and left. Calvin?s mind went into turmoil thinking about what the hell he was going to ask a person whom he had never even heard of, or let alone seen a photo of before.Opening the folder before him, he stared at pictures of someone who looked like a gigantic marauding warrior.'Oh god,? he thought to himself, ?Anything but this.?Calvin spent the next forty minutes looking over the dossier that had been handed to him.Bruiser was large and ultra-masculine. In short, a complete wet dream for any queen into alpha males. He had an exquisitely proportioned muscular body and was ruggedly handsome. The only negative for Calvin was that Bruiser had cauliflower ears. The left ear was only slightly puffy, but the right ear was rather mangled and looked like a large dried pear. Although Calvin wasn?t squeamish about things like this, the right ear was rather hecticAfter finally departing and arriving at the hotel. As Calvin walked down the passage toward Bruiser?s suite he had butterflies in his stomach. After ringing the doorbell, Bruiser?s manager opened the door a few moments later. Upon ushering Calvin through to the lounge in Bruiser?s suite, Bruiser arose from his sofa to greet Calvin.In-person, Bruiser was even more intimidating than he had been in the pictures that Calvin had seen of him. Bruiser stood six-foot-three-inches-tall and weighed two hundred and twenty pounds. Most of all, his brown eyes were expressive and totally riveting. Bruiser was bald and sported a short-cropped goatee.When he extended his hand to Calvin in greeting, Calvin did a double-take at the massive size of Bruiser?s hand. Calvin felt like he was in the company of a giant, which was hardly surprising, given the fact that he only was five-foot-six-inches-tall and barely weighed one hundred and thirty pounds.Shortly after they sat down, Bruiser informed Steve, his manager, that he was comfortable conducting the interview alone and that Steve was free to leave. Naturally, Steve complied and departed after what had almost sounded like a dismissal to Calvin.Before Calvin could proceed with Büyükçekmece escort bayan (http://buyukcekmece.t2bro.net) the interview, Bruiser asked, ?Have you eaten???No,? Calvin replied in a flustered manner, having been caught off guard.?Well, then join me for dinner,? Bruiser suggested.?Umm? I don?t want to take up too much of your time and I have leftovers in my fridge at home, but thank you, nevertheless,? Calvin replied, with a civil smile.?I insist,? Bruiser countered, before resuming, ?I am really hungry and could eat a horse right now. The problem is that I really can?t think straight on an empty stomach.?Left with no option, Calvin simply had to give in, and soon they were on the way to a restaurant in the hotel.From the moment that Bruiser had laid eyes on Calvin, he was entranced by him. Calvin had an elfin-like quality that excited Bruiser incredibly. Calvin?s petite stature, blond hair, and innocent demeanour drove Bruiser wild with lust.Bruiser always had to suppress his attraction for guys, especially ones that looked like Calvin. All his life Bruiser had been attracted to guys, but given his career choice and family?s fixated views on homosexuality, he had been imprisoned in the closet. Besides, in what was an overwhelmingly straight environment, being a gay fighter would have caused him enormous financial losses. Given his fame, Bruiser could also not take chances, because one misstep with an avaricious person could have dire consequences.Fortunately, Bruiser was not averse to women and had enjoyed many gratifying heterosexual encounters over the years, but his real predilection was for men.Calvin was exactly the kind of guy that ticked every box of his predilections. Bruiser was turned on by smaller and pretty boys like Calvin.As his eyes scanned Calvin, he imagined how great it would feel to have Calvin under his control as he manipulated Calvin?s small frame to suit his sexual cravings.Later, once they had taken their seats in a secluded part of the restaurant, dinner was shortly ordered.?So, what would you like to ask me?? Bruiser inquired, getting the ball rolling.After composing himself for a few moments, Calvin asked, ?Have you always liked fighting??Bruiser observed him for a few seconds, before replying, ?I only fight in the ring. The last fight I had outside of the ring was when I was in junior school. My dad gave me hell because of that and told me that only thugs fight outside the ring. Shortly after that, he enrolled me in a wrestling class.?After taking a sip of his water, Bruiser then continued, ?Yeah, I enjoy what I do, but it?s not about beating someone up, it?s about pitting oneself against an opponent and overcoming him with strength and skill.?As the interview progressed Bruiser told Calvin about his early career; his wins, one loss, and some interesting anecdotes. Calvin was amazed by how much he was enjoying the interview that he had dreaded. Also, he felt himself warming to Bruiser? truth be told, he was becoming physically attracted to Bruiser.Bruiser would?ve liked to take Calvin upstairs immediately and have sex with him. He was turning on the charm and felt that Calvin was warming to him. Bruiser was also really enjoying their visual tussle and revelling in his ever-growing dominance over Calvin, whom he was sure was gay. He found Calvin?s shyness captivating and Escort Çatalca (http://catalca.t2bro.net) constantly had to shift in his chair as his stiff dick began to throb in his underpants.Bruiser?s mind now began to work overtime as he started strategizing how he could have sex with Calvin. Bruiser had not masturbated in the previous few weeks. It had always been believed that before a fight, that would take the edge off a fighter?s sharpness. Because of this, any sex would definitely out of the question for him. Saturday night after the fight, however, could be a different story and well-worth taking a chance.Bruiser then began to formulate his plan as they ate their dinner. He would supply Calvin with a complimentary ticket to the event on Saturday, with the promise of an exclusive post-fight interview. Bruiser also planned to arrange a late-night dinner for them in his suite. He wasn?t sure if he would get Calvin into his bed, but he was going to use every bit of charm that he could muster to do so.As the dinner and interview drew to a close, Calvin had one last question left for Bruiser.?Tell me about your tattoos,? he asked, thinking about the pictures she had seen of Bruiser in his file.?Why don?t I rather show and explain them to you in the flesh, upstairs,? Bruiser then suggested.?I don?t want to put you to any trouble,? Calvin quickly answered, with an anxious look on his face.?May I also ask you a question?? Bruiser then countered, changing tracks.?Sure,? Calvin answered.?Have you ever watched RuPaul?s Drag Race?? Bruiser inquired.Bewildered and flustered, Calvin cautiously answered, ?Yeah, I am familiar with that show.??Well, if you entered, you would win hands down,? Bruiser definitively stated, before qualifying, ?The only problem is, that people would think that you are a real woman because you are just too pretty to be a guy.?Calvin felt like he had been struck by a thunderbolt. Dubiously, all he could think of asking was, ?Do you like that show??With a chuckle, Bruiser answered, ?I love it! You know? most people would assume I like movies like Rocky and etcetera, but, much as I like those movies, I also like chick flicks.?On an impulse, Calvin asked, ?Would you prefer me to be a female interviewer??With a laugh, Bruiser replied, ?Actually? no. You are perfect just the way you are. In any case, let?s get back to my room so I can show off my tattoos,? before adding, ?Calvin, you?ll be perfectly safe,? and then with a chuckle, Bruiser impishly concluded, ?I never have sex in the weeks preceding a fight.?En-route, Bruiser guardedly asked, ?I hope that the last bit of our conversation was off the record???Oh, it was!? Calvin emphatically assured him.?Good,? Bruiser answered with a smile.As they progressed toward the suite, Calvin?s mind was in turmoil.?What the fuck is happening here?? Calvin pondered.Once back in the suite, Bruiser excused himself before entering the bathroom, and when he reappeared he was only wearing a pair of shorts. As he walked toward Calvin, Calvin looked at his huge feet.?I don?t mean to be rude,? Calvin sputtered, before continuing, ?But is everything about you extra-large??With a raucous chuckle, Bruiser replied, ?Yeah? everything,? stressing the last word.Embarrassed, Calvin then asked if he could take a few snapshots of Bruiser?s tattoos. Bruiser had op-art tattoos on his upper Esenler escort (http://esenler.t2bro.net) arms, shoulders, and upper chest. As Calvin would also soon learn, the largest of the op-art tattoos were on his back, and it was almost as if he was wearing an ink bolero jacket.When the tattoos on his back were revealed, Calvin observed two thick fleshy rolls on the back of Bruiser?s neck at the base of his skull. Bruiser immediately made mention of these, bemoaning the fact that he had always hated them.?But they are rather sexy,? Calvin replied before he could stop himself.?Really?? Bruiser asked as he turned around, ?Then I?ll definitely never complain about them again.?Bruiser then went on to tell him that his mother had been an op-art fan. Resultantly, when he decided to ink himself, he had decided to pay homage to her after she passed away. The tattoos had taken six months to do, and the artist who did them was a master craftsman. He then also added that a joke had evolved because of the tattoos, because as he always forewarned his opponents; that?s what their eyes would be doing once he had given them a knockout punch.Before Calvin departed at nine-thirty, after explaining that his article needed to be submitted before the midnight deadline for the following day?s publication, Bruiser dropped the bombshell. He informed Calvin that he wanted him to conduct the post-fight interview in his suite as well.Next, after handing over Calvin?s complimentary ticket for Saturday evening, he went on to tell him that he would also be arranging a late dinner for them in his suite afterward. To underline his ?demands,? he assured Calvin that his manager would be in contact with his boss the following day, to inform his boss of his express wishes.After Calvin departed, Bruiser removed his shorts and climbed onto his bed. As he lay there he thought about Calvin and how much Calvin had turned him on. He thought about how terrified Calvin had looked when they were first introduced, but was convinced that Calvin had seriously warmed to him during the evening. By the time Calvin had left, Bruiser was sure that Calvin?s eyes had begun to signal a spark of sexual interest in him. He chuckled as he recalled how Calvin had constantly glanced at his size sixteen feet when he was showing him his tattoos. His feet had mesmerized Calvin and he would make sure that he was barefoot at all times when they were in the suite on Saturday.In his reverie, Bruiser imagined what Calvin?s small frame would look like once it was naked. As he did so his neglected stiff dick ached with desire. He was afraid to touch his uncut cock because he knew that the slightest provocation might lead to an eruption from his frustrated organ. It intrigued him to envision how Calvin?s small body would cope with his massive ?stick shift? with its oversized handle. As Bruiser lay there, he anticipated how was going to enjoy ?changing gears? inside Calvin?s manhole.Bruiser wasn?t into the rough sex that many of his buddies favoured, but he did like to dominate his partners. He was very fond of partners who squealed and whimpered while he was fucking them because the aural stimulation always enhanced his pleasure. After twenty minutes of tossing and turning with frustration, he gratefully drifted off to sleep.Back in his apartment, Calvin quickly got busy with his article for the following morning?s publication. With his speedy typing skills, he shortly finished the piece, proofread it, and edited it to his satisfaction. Along with two photos that he deemed appropriate, he emailed the article to the newspaper by eleven-fifteen, three-quarters of an hour before the deadline. Satisfied, Calvin then had a quick shower.