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Muscular Wolf Idea for Mine
Posted 8 years agoHey :) It's Daniel Leslie (dannyboy26), can you guys draw something for me please like a black/grey smooth muscular wolf of myself covered up in Baby Oil, flexing my muscles from the front with my wrists crossed and the 9 inch smooth wolf cock hard with precum oozing out a little on top of the cockhead down near to the shaft of my smooth hard wolf cock, that would be so amazing if you draw something like that for me to put it on yours. let me know via 'send note' if anyone of you wants to do it
Wrestling Season at Fuck U - Pre-Season (Part 2)
Posted 8 years agoPOSTLUDE: The next morning
WrestlemeJack: Getting another shower trying to rub out the memory of last nite before jogging off to the wrestling wing of Rec Hall early… … Do my usual pump and calisthenics and wrestling move drills getting my solid 210 pounds frame totally pumped, wearing wifebeater and running shorts, my thick pecs pumped, notice my nipples showing more than normal.. my thick cock half engorged since last nite and clearly pressing out almost tenting my running shorts… Couple of my wrestling frat bros showing and strutting around naked and half naked as they line up getting their weights recorded…… Being the Captain I keep them moving so we are ready when the Coaches arrive… “Where is Mark?” as I look around and you’re not here.. ’fuckin dick, figures…’ under my breath but relieved you’re not… yt
Markmuscles: Come into the locker room pumped for the qualifying prelims to determine weight class cuts. In sweats and tank top ribbing some of the other guys then I see you, a little quieter than usual. You're already dressed out in your home game singlet instead of the usual warm up shorts and team shirt. "Well look who got all dressed up" I grin as I sneak a yank at your singlet, pinching the material at your lower back, pulling up a wedgie just enough to let a little cheek bubble out. "Don't get too attached though" I whisper before smacking your ass as I open my locker...yt
Wrestlemejack: After weigh in, slide into my locker row as the guys filing out to the gym after tell them to pair up and do drills… some growling that maybe I oughtta lighten up… jack one against a locker and tell him we will lighten up when the season is over… then mumble a quick apology and brush him off and head to my lockers…. Fuck fuck fuck.. get it together Jack…. I mutter as I slide outta my clothes and see my ripped naked body, touch my nipples and rub my ass and my ass hole and groan as so tender still… see marks from the wooden bench running over my thick pec shelf… roll my pecs, flex my thick biceps, crunch my ripped thighs and calf as I grab my singlet and slide into it... ready to head out and… "Well look who got all dressed up" as you yank my singlet up exposing my left ass cheek and then grab my singlet fabric, wedging me and telling me to not get too attached and slapping my ass acting like you’re the Alpha here…..
Big grin on your face as you open your locker, all swagger… I grip your hair and the seam of your sweats and BAMMMMMM as I slam your forehead into the locker door…. Then bring a knee up and slam into your ass halves and press your 6 foot body into the locker door….. getting in real close… lick your ear as I slam you again... ‘we will see about that Mark, you fucking bitch, gonna wrestle by the rules, not that shit you pulled last nite” I whisper as I let you go still pressed into your locker… as I walk away hear you chuckling… “WTF!!!!!!... just get into your gear Mark and weigh in and I will meet you in the gym, hurry up dude” as I see the coaching staff starting to walk through the lockeroom…. walk into the gym pulling my singlet back over my ass… yt
Markmuscles: Confident as I open my locker knowing I own you, BAM my forehead slammed into the locker door, knee SLAMS my tailbone, pinning me to the locker, I can't help moaning when you lick my ear, manhandling me and I feel my cock thicken tenting my sweats. Dazed but grin when you answer my taunt "we will see about that Mark, you fucking bitch" leave me pressed to the locker, part of me wishing you had stayed. I laugh, "you're the only bitch in here Jack, you just don't know it yet" I pull out my usual warmup shorts, then change my mind, decide to match you, pull on my own practice singlet. Wasn't regulation but was school colors so Coach hadn't fussed much about it. Just this side of too small it just barely covered the straps of my jock cupping my meaty ass cheeks. Leave the straps down to head to weigh in...yt
WrestlemeJack: Follow you to the weigh in station… Shake my head as can’t believe I am noticing your sculpted ass bunching into a perfect globe with each step and your jock strap cupping it but visible where your thick hamstrings meet your ass… as you step onto the scales giving the towelboy a snarky comment… I waive him aside and step in front adjusting the counter-weight on the balance… my cock twitches as see your ripped thick pecs sweating slightly as your singlet shoulder straps hang at your side… my eyes can’t help pausing over your thick cock clearly outlined inside your jockstrap and singlet…. As I move the balance look you square on… ”Don’t think this get-up of yours is gonna help you on the mats you fuck, and last nite was bullshit and DID NOT happen, ya hear me” as I move the balance slow… ‘’And once I wipe the mat with your ass, you better find another sport to troll cause you’re off this squad…” as the weight clicks in at 210 pounds, give you a nod and turn away. yt
Markmuscles: I actually laugh when you make your little threat as you weigh me in, 210, dead even with you. When you turn thinking you laid down the law, I grab a fistful of your hair and SNATCH you back making you arch over the balance bar...lean forward and take a firm sucking bite on your exposed throat, my teeth digging against your skin, feel your pulse quicken against my tongue before I pull away, pull your head back making you arch further before I release your hair and get a good pinching grip on both nipples, growling in your ear..." usually your cocky little attitude is part of what is so fucking hot about you," I roughly nibble your earlobe "but today it's just pissing me off so I'll get right to the point, your ass is gonna take the fall out there today just like it took my dick yesterday, or we'll see how much of last night didn't happen when the team gets a surprise screening party of their golden boy squealing for my dick like a little bitch." I roll your nipples in my fingers then pinch hard making you squirm "see how easy that is? I own you, bitch."
WrestlemeJack: Turn to head to the line of studs getting ready to match up and AHHHHHHhh.... my spiked hair yanked back... me - team captain, 210 pounds of muscle, wrestling stud - bent over the balance bar as you lean in and lick and bite and suck my thick muscled neck…. My fists curl when you let me go, ready to lash out…. And you grab my thick nipples poking at the edges of my singlet arm straps and find myself groaning and barely hearing you talk as feel my cock stirring in my singlet… brain in hyperdrive trying to deal with this… til I hear ‘…. so I'll get right to the point, your ass is gonna take the fall out there today just like it took my dick yesterday, or we'll see how much of last night didn't happen…’ as you roll your fingers hard over my nipples… my hands grip your wrists and Yahhhhhh I groan as I yank them off my nips…. My hands palm forwards SMACKKKKK your thick pecs as I push you off the scales… step in close as I press an knee into your crotch and grab your shoulder straps like I am helping you get ready for the match up…. Yank them hard forcing your jock and singlet material to wedge your ass and nuts….. ‘what the fuck you talking about Mark… There was no one there bitch.. your word against mine and I AM STRAIGHT….ya hear’ as I let the strap snap onto your traps… See the coaches and some of the team glancing over as I grip your shoulder and pull you along to the group like we are best friends… but see the Coach cock his eyebrows at both of us as we are walking over.
Markmuscles: UHN! Stumble back when you slap my pecs, knee my crotch cutting off a groan of pain when you jerk my singlet straps pulling it up tight giving me a wedgie and camel toe against my taint showing my growing cock in full relief under my thin jock, wedgie showing bright red straps cupping my ass cheeks. Grinning when you announce how straight you are with a wince when you snap my straps. Walk with you fighting not to groan as your hand squeezes a crushing grip on my shoulder, digging your fingers threateningly against my trap when coach looks over. Forcing to talk past the pain tingling up and down my arm "A picture's worth 1000 words Jacky, and video is worth millions" I nudge you away from me with my elbow and walk to the far edge of our mat, the wedgie you started getting worse with each step creeping between my globes.
WrestlemeJack: As we are walking out 210 pounds of muscles heading to the mats, glance down and see your half wedged ass hanging out and your jock straps clearly visible…. Your thick crotch clearly outlined as you walk… “Hope you enjoy your last time on the team mats you fuck” say in low voice… While slapping your shoulder like we are buddies but relieved maybe will get this chapter behind me…
My face goes white and my Adams apple drops as y hear you say ‘A picture's worth 1000 words Jacky, and video is worth millions’ my thick muscles slacken some as you elbow me and head off to the other side of the mats…. My brain does an quick inventory of what all was in my gym bag and I gulp…. I glance as your wedged ass walks away and you turn your head and wink….. I turn to the coach and the guys as the 210 match is up next…. Coach gives me a slap on the back and on my ass which lingers a moment maybe too long…. I shake my head as I am now paranoid and as walk to the mat edge, other guys slapping my ass and my back and feel my cock shudder as I look over the mat at you as your adjusting that wedge and pumping your muscles and eyeing me…
Markmuscles: I grin seeing your face obviously doubting yourself now, see that too long contact from coach on your ass and make little kissy noises at you and mime rolling a video camera at you before I fix my wedgie and stretch in a pike position before standing up and get in a wrestlers stance waiting for coach to start us, "Showtime, Jacky."
WrestlemeJack: Glance to the stands and see the large group of students here for the team weight position picks and 210 one of the most popular and also see a few with GO MARK as your growing groupies here.... adjust my singlet and pat my ass and flex my biceps as your looking over and your tossing me a kiss and adjusting your singlet but see it is still stretched around your thick crotch... my team mates slap my back and tell me to make quick work of the pussy boy.... head to the mat center to meet you... arms up for the first of three falls starting from the standing position... coach ready to blow his whistle as i gulp and stare into your confident eyes....
Markmuscles: Just as our fingers touch I get one last jibe in, certain I'm coming out on top one way or the other "wonder how coach'll take it, knowing I got that cherry he's been sniffing all semester?" Just then the whistle blows, crowd starts backing their respective champions. Some students behind me wanting to see new blood on the team, most of our teammates rooting for you to show me up. I turn my hand sliding under your pit, taking just enough time to scrub my thumb over your nipple as I pivot to my side angling for a takedown yt
WrestlemeJack: Deep gulp as the full realization of your game here starts to get real clear even to my thick jock brain... as our fingers touch, I flex my 18 inch guns, my thick thighs tighten and my ass flexes around my tight singlet.... my pecs flexed and ripped as I try to get my natural mat instinct back... ready as the whistle blows.... your hand drives under my chest and your thumb drags and presses over my nipple giving me a shudder that runs from my nipple to my nut sack giving me momentary loss of focus.. your shoulder slams into mine as your other arm wraps around my back and I am forced back.. flipping up and landing on my back with you on top and your face an inch from mine.. feel your breathe as the whistle blows and the coach says 'takedown - 2 points MARK!’ and hear a collective gasp from the team and obvious disappointment in the Coach’s voice...
Markmuscles: I get up off you having scored first points, my pouch considerably bigger than when we started, my singlet starting to creep up again as you lay there in shock, "Come on pretty boy referee's position, you do know that one right?" I wink. Watch you kip up from the mat showing off, exchange a glance with coach before coming back to the mat.
WrestlemeJack: Watch you slow like get up, one hand pressing into my throat and other pressing my thick pec as you push off me, winking at me as you do.... see your crotch thick and thickening as you getting cocky and telling ME the next position as the looser of the first fall...
I roll over to all fours and my hands lay on the center line for the start.. breathing heavy and sweating way more that i ever do this point in a match.... I stare at the mat, sweat dripping and splashing off my nose as i wait you to assume the start position..... the coach telling you to get set up.
Markmuscles: I knees beside and slightly behind you, lean over your back my right hand slides across your back and over your hip, lightly on your abdomen, letting my pinky just barely rest against the tip of your bulge angled my body so coach can't see as I grip your arm waiting for the whistle.
WrestlemeJack: My hands firmly planted on the mat, my thick shoulders wide over them… my back thick but swayed down some to the small of my back, my thick round glutes arching up and pulling at my singlet bunching my thick nut sack between my thighs…..… my brain never before this conscience of how that must look as I know this is the view of the Coach and the team the students see… as I nervously adjust my legs so my thick nut sack bulge not as visible….
You genuflect beside me, your lips touching my neck… your arm reaches over and around my back curls around and just touches my ab core giving me a shudder….. Your other hand grips my wrist…. I groan and grunt and hiss out as your pinky brushes over my thick uncut bulge just as the whistle blows… I roll to my right into you to try to dislodge the wrist hold and twist from your arm around my waist…. Trying for an escape to get my confidence back but half my brain still feeling that slight touch of my cock. yt
Markmuscles: You roll into me to break the grip on your wrist...I roll with you onto my back, pull you on top of me with my grip on your waist, unintentionally pressing my fingers against your thick uncut meat as I roll you over...both of us on our backs with you on top of me, your shelved out rock hard glutes squirming on my pouch. I grapevine my legs through yours spreading you wide as I struggle to lock a full nelson.
WrestlemeJack: Try to roll free and counter but my concentration again fucked from your finger brush over my cock.. as I start to escape, you’re on me and hands wrap around my torso, your hands locked as you roll over and land me on top of you… my traps against your face, my thick glutes flexing and arching up against your crotch… my brain panics as I have felt that crotch just 12 hours previous as you rub it and can feel your thickening rod between my glutes still sore… as I start to struggle, your legs lock me in a grapevine and my crotch is spread wide, my thick crotch clearly showing a half hardon as my struggling just makes it worse… never been in this position my entire wrestling career….I slap at your side giving you the reversal and the hold…. Coach whistles and announces ‘2 for reversal and near fall to Mark” as the students for you whistle and clap and point to the team captain embarrassingly exposed as you keep the hold a few moments after the whistle making your point to everyone here…
Markmuscles: Flex the grapevine forcing you into a full split forcing you to arch against my groin "you are a kinky bitch aren't you?" I whisper before releasing the hold. As you start to sit up I let my calf flex against your swelling bulge as I stand.
WrestlemeJack: After making sure I have been humiliated with a bitch hold, you tell me I am a kinky bitch as you release me and roll me off you but make sure to drag ur leg and calf over my cock making it shudder and grow in my singlet.... as the coach blows the whistle and you slow get into the referee position making a show of it as you do...., your ass half exposed, jock straps hanging loose and the students yelling your name and whistling now as the coach looking nervous as I stand and look at the coach who gives me a WTF look.... look down at your arched up ass ready to try this last attempt to take this back...
Markmuscles: I purposely arch my ass up in the ref position, making my singlet creep up more guys giving me looks but can't say anything without the obvious "Why you checking out my ass?" trap. You try avoid touching my ass as you kneel, but I feel your growing bone against me "Might let you top next time we hang out Jacky" I taunt as you wrap your arm around my waist. Feel myself in your predicament of distraction as your hand settles cautiously over my core. Get back at you wriggling my ass pretending to get in better position as our singlets slide against each other... "Think you might finally be the one scoring?"
WrestlemeJack: I suck in deep as i get to one knee beside you most important set of my life.... but your ass making a show of getting your knees squared and in the right position while telling me in low voice that there might be a next time for you and I.... "Fuck you Mark" I say as I start to grab your wrist.... "this'll be the last time you get near me you bitch" but my growing cock is putting the lie to that.... 'your not fucking stealing my position like this" as my hand slides under you gripping your ab core and feeling your now full throttled boner brush my hand..... as our hips touch the coach blows the whistle.
Markmuscles: I take a spin on your approach from all fours, I reach up grabbing your wrist resting against my abs and pull my arm that your holding up to my chest as I lower my head to the mat, FLEX my wedgied ass against your boner banking on getting you hot and bothered as I push up with my feet and turn my upper body hoping to buck you off. Yt
WrestlemeJack: You take a page from my training and roll into me holding my arm wrapped around you as you press your ass into my crotch forcing me up... NOT from my training when you force my hand to rub over your cock that is now fully hard inside your singlet which the Coach catches..... as I feel it I shudder and lose my balance and fall back landing on my back with you on top of me.. I arch up slamming my crotch into your molded ass and roll you off me.... Coach shouts '2 points Jack for reversal, 1 point Mark for Jack's illegal hold' as i he motions to his crotch... you smirk at that last call as I get to the standing position... some of my team looking disappointed...yt.
Markmuscles: Can't help crying out in shock when your thick bone thrusts up against my ass, I quickly roll off you with a surprised look at you "didn't expect that Jacky" shaking a finger as if you'd been a bad boy. Pull my singlet out of my ass as our last round had turned it into a thong as I jog to the center of the mat. Give you a playful tap aside your head, see you sweating a good deal "Feelin' alright? You look wet enough to slip in...on" Wink at you and bounce on my toes making my obscene boner bounce in the skintight pouch yt
WrestlemeJack: Hear the coach in the background saying ‘Mark 5, Jack 2..... lets wrap this up fellas” he says in his neutral voice but can tell he is pissed as his star jock not cleaning up here... as I stand ring center…. Your in front of me all cocky and sure and your big dick bouncing in your skimpy singlet.. telling me I look wet…. As see your cock bouncing as your all sure… my own cock filling my team singlet…. My team mates muttering…. Visions of the practice nite before flicking through my brain as your big boner bounces in front of me… I put my arms up to lock in.. going for the pin... as you lean in to grip my shoulder, I grab your hair and flex my right bicep and slam your cocky face into it.. rub it over my 18 inch gun… “I am the man here bitch” I shout loosing it some… then slam a knee into that obscene bouncing cock of yours that had me last nite….as you fold forwards, I grip you between the crotch and lift you grabbing your ass globes and BAMMMMMM slam you to the canvas as the whistles are all blowing… I land a stomp to your gut as you roll on the mat…. Feel hands grabbing at me pulling me off you…. ‘this is my slot Bitch” I yell as the coach runs up to see how you are as my team mates grip my singlet keeping me back…
Markmuscles: Cocky grin on my face as I go in to lock up, but you suddenly just snap... BASH my face to your boulder bicep stuns me while you rub my face over your bicep, my vision flashes white when your knee crushes my boner, crumbling to my knees but you catch me, crotchlifting me with a solid grip on my ass, WHAM my back spikes the mat so fucking hard I'm winded and punch drunk not even hearing the whistles when your foot POUNDS my abs getting a sick groan as I curl up in fetal position holding my splitting head together.
WrestlemeJack: Assistant coaches all around you as they make sure you are OK as your groaning in fetal till they get you to you to your ass… Your hands still clutching your abs and your crotch... your thick muscles pumped and quivering from the pain or may be your acting.. not putting anything past you…. The Coach gives me a disappointed nod and points to the lockeroom doors to the squad as they pull me away, my singlet not hiding my 8.5 inch uncut Woodie from him… “its him Coach, all his fault” I whimper to him as I am drug off, see the coach helping you to your feet as I get to the doors… handing you the new team singlet as you get to your feet.. but see you looking at me as I am drug through the door...
Markmuscles: I watch you get dragged off screaming blame at me. Got what I want with a huge smile, "Thanks Coach!" As I look at the official singlet...then the finally receding pain from my balls remind me, you still have to be punished for that little stunt. "Shouldn't have gone out like a sorry bitch Jacky."
I walk back to the lockers, still nursing my back from that slam, nausea calming from your low blow. Secure now that my spot is cemented on the team, one last thing to put the nail in Jack's coffin. Pull out my cell phone from my locker just as I hear you slam the door to the equipment/laundry room. "Dropping off your old uniform Jacky?" You snarl and come at me ready to finish what you started until I hold up my phone for you to see the screen. Right there in fantasticallly well lit video, is the back of your head turning back and forth, moaning like a schoolgirl for....camera view turns, to see my face with a satisfied grin and lusty glaze in my eyes, blow a kiss to the camera and pan down my chest, to cobblestone abs and big reveal dramatic music my dick beating your hole like it owed money, and your voice clear as a bell, moaning, pleading with me to fuck your ass. The video shows me pulling you up, back to my chest and a deep scorching hot kiss just as my phone dings "upload complete" flashes on the screen. "This could have been a lot less painful Jacky, but you just couldn't help yourself and attack my boner? that couldn't go unpunished Jacky." Phones and tablets start buzzing and chiming in the lockers as you stand there with growing terror on your face frozen in shock. I grab you by the throat and kiss you hard before shoving you back hard into a row of lockers and soccer kick you in the groin, "welcome to hell" I grumble before exiting....END
WrestlemeJack: Getting another shower trying to rub out the memory of last nite before jogging off to the wrestling wing of Rec Hall early… … Do my usual pump and calisthenics and wrestling move drills getting my solid 210 pounds frame totally pumped, wearing wifebeater and running shorts, my thick pecs pumped, notice my nipples showing more than normal.. my thick cock half engorged since last nite and clearly pressing out almost tenting my running shorts… Couple of my wrestling frat bros showing and strutting around naked and half naked as they line up getting their weights recorded…… Being the Captain I keep them moving so we are ready when the Coaches arrive… “Where is Mark?” as I look around and you’re not here.. ’fuckin dick, figures…’ under my breath but relieved you’re not… yt
Markmuscles: Come into the locker room pumped for the qualifying prelims to determine weight class cuts. In sweats and tank top ribbing some of the other guys then I see you, a little quieter than usual. You're already dressed out in your home game singlet instead of the usual warm up shorts and team shirt. "Well look who got all dressed up" I grin as I sneak a yank at your singlet, pinching the material at your lower back, pulling up a wedgie just enough to let a little cheek bubble out. "Don't get too attached though" I whisper before smacking your ass as I open my locker...yt
Wrestlemejack: After weigh in, slide into my locker row as the guys filing out to the gym after tell them to pair up and do drills… some growling that maybe I oughtta lighten up… jack one against a locker and tell him we will lighten up when the season is over… then mumble a quick apology and brush him off and head to my lockers…. Fuck fuck fuck.. get it together Jack…. I mutter as I slide outta my clothes and see my ripped naked body, touch my nipples and rub my ass and my ass hole and groan as so tender still… see marks from the wooden bench running over my thick pec shelf… roll my pecs, flex my thick biceps, crunch my ripped thighs and calf as I grab my singlet and slide into it... ready to head out and… "Well look who got all dressed up" as you yank my singlet up exposing my left ass cheek and then grab my singlet fabric, wedging me and telling me to not get too attached and slapping my ass acting like you’re the Alpha here…..
Big grin on your face as you open your locker, all swagger… I grip your hair and the seam of your sweats and BAMMMMMM as I slam your forehead into the locker door…. Then bring a knee up and slam into your ass halves and press your 6 foot body into the locker door….. getting in real close… lick your ear as I slam you again... ‘we will see about that Mark, you fucking bitch, gonna wrestle by the rules, not that shit you pulled last nite” I whisper as I let you go still pressed into your locker… as I walk away hear you chuckling… “WTF!!!!!!... just get into your gear Mark and weigh in and I will meet you in the gym, hurry up dude” as I see the coaching staff starting to walk through the lockeroom…. walk into the gym pulling my singlet back over my ass… yt
Markmuscles: Confident as I open my locker knowing I own you, BAM my forehead slammed into the locker door, knee SLAMS my tailbone, pinning me to the locker, I can't help moaning when you lick my ear, manhandling me and I feel my cock thicken tenting my sweats. Dazed but grin when you answer my taunt "we will see about that Mark, you fucking bitch" leave me pressed to the locker, part of me wishing you had stayed. I laugh, "you're the only bitch in here Jack, you just don't know it yet" I pull out my usual warmup shorts, then change my mind, decide to match you, pull on my own practice singlet. Wasn't regulation but was school colors so Coach hadn't fussed much about it. Just this side of too small it just barely covered the straps of my jock cupping my meaty ass cheeks. Leave the straps down to head to weigh in...yt
WrestlemeJack: Follow you to the weigh in station… Shake my head as can’t believe I am noticing your sculpted ass bunching into a perfect globe with each step and your jock strap cupping it but visible where your thick hamstrings meet your ass… as you step onto the scales giving the towelboy a snarky comment… I waive him aside and step in front adjusting the counter-weight on the balance… my cock twitches as see your ripped thick pecs sweating slightly as your singlet shoulder straps hang at your side… my eyes can’t help pausing over your thick cock clearly outlined inside your jockstrap and singlet…. As I move the balance look you square on… ”Don’t think this get-up of yours is gonna help you on the mats you fuck, and last nite was bullshit and DID NOT happen, ya hear me” as I move the balance slow… ‘’And once I wipe the mat with your ass, you better find another sport to troll cause you’re off this squad…” as the weight clicks in at 210 pounds, give you a nod and turn away. yt
Markmuscles: I actually laugh when you make your little threat as you weigh me in, 210, dead even with you. When you turn thinking you laid down the law, I grab a fistful of your hair and SNATCH you back making you arch over the balance bar...lean forward and take a firm sucking bite on your exposed throat, my teeth digging against your skin, feel your pulse quicken against my tongue before I pull away, pull your head back making you arch further before I release your hair and get a good pinching grip on both nipples, growling in your ear..." usually your cocky little attitude is part of what is so fucking hot about you," I roughly nibble your earlobe "but today it's just pissing me off so I'll get right to the point, your ass is gonna take the fall out there today just like it took my dick yesterday, or we'll see how much of last night didn't happen when the team gets a surprise screening party of their golden boy squealing for my dick like a little bitch." I roll your nipples in my fingers then pinch hard making you squirm "see how easy that is? I own you, bitch."
WrestlemeJack: Turn to head to the line of studs getting ready to match up and AHHHHHHhh.... my spiked hair yanked back... me - team captain, 210 pounds of muscle, wrestling stud - bent over the balance bar as you lean in and lick and bite and suck my thick muscled neck…. My fists curl when you let me go, ready to lash out…. And you grab my thick nipples poking at the edges of my singlet arm straps and find myself groaning and barely hearing you talk as feel my cock stirring in my singlet… brain in hyperdrive trying to deal with this… til I hear ‘…. so I'll get right to the point, your ass is gonna take the fall out there today just like it took my dick yesterday, or we'll see how much of last night didn't happen…’ as you roll your fingers hard over my nipples… my hands grip your wrists and Yahhhhhh I groan as I yank them off my nips…. My hands palm forwards SMACKKKKK your thick pecs as I push you off the scales… step in close as I press an knee into your crotch and grab your shoulder straps like I am helping you get ready for the match up…. Yank them hard forcing your jock and singlet material to wedge your ass and nuts….. ‘what the fuck you talking about Mark… There was no one there bitch.. your word against mine and I AM STRAIGHT….ya hear’ as I let the strap snap onto your traps… See the coaches and some of the team glancing over as I grip your shoulder and pull you along to the group like we are best friends… but see the Coach cock his eyebrows at both of us as we are walking over.
Markmuscles: UHN! Stumble back when you slap my pecs, knee my crotch cutting off a groan of pain when you jerk my singlet straps pulling it up tight giving me a wedgie and camel toe against my taint showing my growing cock in full relief under my thin jock, wedgie showing bright red straps cupping my ass cheeks. Grinning when you announce how straight you are with a wince when you snap my straps. Walk with you fighting not to groan as your hand squeezes a crushing grip on my shoulder, digging your fingers threateningly against my trap when coach looks over. Forcing to talk past the pain tingling up and down my arm "A picture's worth 1000 words Jacky, and video is worth millions" I nudge you away from me with my elbow and walk to the far edge of our mat, the wedgie you started getting worse with each step creeping between my globes.
WrestlemeJack: As we are walking out 210 pounds of muscles heading to the mats, glance down and see your half wedged ass hanging out and your jock straps clearly visible…. Your thick crotch clearly outlined as you walk… “Hope you enjoy your last time on the team mats you fuck” say in low voice… While slapping your shoulder like we are buddies but relieved maybe will get this chapter behind me…
My face goes white and my Adams apple drops as y hear you say ‘A picture's worth 1000 words Jacky, and video is worth millions’ my thick muscles slacken some as you elbow me and head off to the other side of the mats…. My brain does an quick inventory of what all was in my gym bag and I gulp…. I glance as your wedged ass walks away and you turn your head and wink….. I turn to the coach and the guys as the 210 match is up next…. Coach gives me a slap on the back and on my ass which lingers a moment maybe too long…. I shake my head as I am now paranoid and as walk to the mat edge, other guys slapping my ass and my back and feel my cock shudder as I look over the mat at you as your adjusting that wedge and pumping your muscles and eyeing me…
Markmuscles: I grin seeing your face obviously doubting yourself now, see that too long contact from coach on your ass and make little kissy noises at you and mime rolling a video camera at you before I fix my wedgie and stretch in a pike position before standing up and get in a wrestlers stance waiting for coach to start us, "Showtime, Jacky."
WrestlemeJack: Glance to the stands and see the large group of students here for the team weight position picks and 210 one of the most popular and also see a few with GO MARK as your growing groupies here.... adjust my singlet and pat my ass and flex my biceps as your looking over and your tossing me a kiss and adjusting your singlet but see it is still stretched around your thick crotch... my team mates slap my back and tell me to make quick work of the pussy boy.... head to the mat center to meet you... arms up for the first of three falls starting from the standing position... coach ready to blow his whistle as i gulp and stare into your confident eyes....
Markmuscles: Just as our fingers touch I get one last jibe in, certain I'm coming out on top one way or the other "wonder how coach'll take it, knowing I got that cherry he's been sniffing all semester?" Just then the whistle blows, crowd starts backing their respective champions. Some students behind me wanting to see new blood on the team, most of our teammates rooting for you to show me up. I turn my hand sliding under your pit, taking just enough time to scrub my thumb over your nipple as I pivot to my side angling for a takedown yt
WrestlemeJack: Deep gulp as the full realization of your game here starts to get real clear even to my thick jock brain... as our fingers touch, I flex my 18 inch guns, my thick thighs tighten and my ass flexes around my tight singlet.... my pecs flexed and ripped as I try to get my natural mat instinct back... ready as the whistle blows.... your hand drives under my chest and your thumb drags and presses over my nipple giving me a shudder that runs from my nipple to my nut sack giving me momentary loss of focus.. your shoulder slams into mine as your other arm wraps around my back and I am forced back.. flipping up and landing on my back with you on top and your face an inch from mine.. feel your breathe as the whistle blows and the coach says 'takedown - 2 points MARK!’ and hear a collective gasp from the team and obvious disappointment in the Coach’s voice...
Markmuscles: I get up off you having scored first points, my pouch considerably bigger than when we started, my singlet starting to creep up again as you lay there in shock, "Come on pretty boy referee's position, you do know that one right?" I wink. Watch you kip up from the mat showing off, exchange a glance with coach before coming back to the mat.
WrestlemeJack: Watch you slow like get up, one hand pressing into my throat and other pressing my thick pec as you push off me, winking at me as you do.... see your crotch thick and thickening as you getting cocky and telling ME the next position as the looser of the first fall...
I roll over to all fours and my hands lay on the center line for the start.. breathing heavy and sweating way more that i ever do this point in a match.... I stare at the mat, sweat dripping and splashing off my nose as i wait you to assume the start position..... the coach telling you to get set up.
Markmuscles: I knees beside and slightly behind you, lean over your back my right hand slides across your back and over your hip, lightly on your abdomen, letting my pinky just barely rest against the tip of your bulge angled my body so coach can't see as I grip your arm waiting for the whistle.
WrestlemeJack: My hands firmly planted on the mat, my thick shoulders wide over them… my back thick but swayed down some to the small of my back, my thick round glutes arching up and pulling at my singlet bunching my thick nut sack between my thighs…..… my brain never before this conscience of how that must look as I know this is the view of the Coach and the team the students see… as I nervously adjust my legs so my thick nut sack bulge not as visible….
You genuflect beside me, your lips touching my neck… your arm reaches over and around my back curls around and just touches my ab core giving me a shudder….. Your other hand grips my wrist…. I groan and grunt and hiss out as your pinky brushes over my thick uncut bulge just as the whistle blows… I roll to my right into you to try to dislodge the wrist hold and twist from your arm around my waist…. Trying for an escape to get my confidence back but half my brain still feeling that slight touch of my cock. yt
Markmuscles: You roll into me to break the grip on your wrist...I roll with you onto my back, pull you on top of me with my grip on your waist, unintentionally pressing my fingers against your thick uncut meat as I roll you over...both of us on our backs with you on top of me, your shelved out rock hard glutes squirming on my pouch. I grapevine my legs through yours spreading you wide as I struggle to lock a full nelson.
WrestlemeJack: Try to roll free and counter but my concentration again fucked from your finger brush over my cock.. as I start to escape, you’re on me and hands wrap around my torso, your hands locked as you roll over and land me on top of you… my traps against your face, my thick glutes flexing and arching up against your crotch… my brain panics as I have felt that crotch just 12 hours previous as you rub it and can feel your thickening rod between my glutes still sore… as I start to struggle, your legs lock me in a grapevine and my crotch is spread wide, my thick crotch clearly showing a half hardon as my struggling just makes it worse… never been in this position my entire wrestling career….I slap at your side giving you the reversal and the hold…. Coach whistles and announces ‘2 for reversal and near fall to Mark” as the students for you whistle and clap and point to the team captain embarrassingly exposed as you keep the hold a few moments after the whistle making your point to everyone here…
Markmuscles: Flex the grapevine forcing you into a full split forcing you to arch against my groin "you are a kinky bitch aren't you?" I whisper before releasing the hold. As you start to sit up I let my calf flex against your swelling bulge as I stand.
WrestlemeJack: After making sure I have been humiliated with a bitch hold, you tell me I am a kinky bitch as you release me and roll me off you but make sure to drag ur leg and calf over my cock making it shudder and grow in my singlet.... as the coach blows the whistle and you slow get into the referee position making a show of it as you do...., your ass half exposed, jock straps hanging loose and the students yelling your name and whistling now as the coach looking nervous as I stand and look at the coach who gives me a WTF look.... look down at your arched up ass ready to try this last attempt to take this back...
Markmuscles: I purposely arch my ass up in the ref position, making my singlet creep up more guys giving me looks but can't say anything without the obvious "Why you checking out my ass?" trap. You try avoid touching my ass as you kneel, but I feel your growing bone against me "Might let you top next time we hang out Jacky" I taunt as you wrap your arm around my waist. Feel myself in your predicament of distraction as your hand settles cautiously over my core. Get back at you wriggling my ass pretending to get in better position as our singlets slide against each other... "Think you might finally be the one scoring?"
WrestlemeJack: I suck in deep as i get to one knee beside you most important set of my life.... but your ass making a show of getting your knees squared and in the right position while telling me in low voice that there might be a next time for you and I.... "Fuck you Mark" I say as I start to grab your wrist.... "this'll be the last time you get near me you bitch" but my growing cock is putting the lie to that.... 'your not fucking stealing my position like this" as my hand slides under you gripping your ab core and feeling your now full throttled boner brush my hand..... as our hips touch the coach blows the whistle.
Markmuscles: I take a spin on your approach from all fours, I reach up grabbing your wrist resting against my abs and pull my arm that your holding up to my chest as I lower my head to the mat, FLEX my wedgied ass against your boner banking on getting you hot and bothered as I push up with my feet and turn my upper body hoping to buck you off. Yt
WrestlemeJack: You take a page from my training and roll into me holding my arm wrapped around you as you press your ass into my crotch forcing me up... NOT from my training when you force my hand to rub over your cock that is now fully hard inside your singlet which the Coach catches..... as I feel it I shudder and lose my balance and fall back landing on my back with you on top of me.. I arch up slamming my crotch into your molded ass and roll you off me.... Coach shouts '2 points Jack for reversal, 1 point Mark for Jack's illegal hold' as i he motions to his crotch... you smirk at that last call as I get to the standing position... some of my team looking disappointed...yt.
Markmuscles: Can't help crying out in shock when your thick bone thrusts up against my ass, I quickly roll off you with a surprised look at you "didn't expect that Jacky" shaking a finger as if you'd been a bad boy. Pull my singlet out of my ass as our last round had turned it into a thong as I jog to the center of the mat. Give you a playful tap aside your head, see you sweating a good deal "Feelin' alright? You look wet enough to slip in...on" Wink at you and bounce on my toes making my obscene boner bounce in the skintight pouch yt
WrestlemeJack: Hear the coach in the background saying ‘Mark 5, Jack 2..... lets wrap this up fellas” he says in his neutral voice but can tell he is pissed as his star jock not cleaning up here... as I stand ring center…. Your in front of me all cocky and sure and your big dick bouncing in your skimpy singlet.. telling me I look wet…. As see your cock bouncing as your all sure… my own cock filling my team singlet…. My team mates muttering…. Visions of the practice nite before flicking through my brain as your big boner bounces in front of me… I put my arms up to lock in.. going for the pin... as you lean in to grip my shoulder, I grab your hair and flex my right bicep and slam your cocky face into it.. rub it over my 18 inch gun… “I am the man here bitch” I shout loosing it some… then slam a knee into that obscene bouncing cock of yours that had me last nite….as you fold forwards, I grip you between the crotch and lift you grabbing your ass globes and BAMMMMMM slam you to the canvas as the whistles are all blowing… I land a stomp to your gut as you roll on the mat…. Feel hands grabbing at me pulling me off you…. ‘this is my slot Bitch” I yell as the coach runs up to see how you are as my team mates grip my singlet keeping me back…
Markmuscles: Cocky grin on my face as I go in to lock up, but you suddenly just snap... BASH my face to your boulder bicep stuns me while you rub my face over your bicep, my vision flashes white when your knee crushes my boner, crumbling to my knees but you catch me, crotchlifting me with a solid grip on my ass, WHAM my back spikes the mat so fucking hard I'm winded and punch drunk not even hearing the whistles when your foot POUNDS my abs getting a sick groan as I curl up in fetal position holding my splitting head together.
WrestlemeJack: Assistant coaches all around you as they make sure you are OK as your groaning in fetal till they get you to you to your ass… Your hands still clutching your abs and your crotch... your thick muscles pumped and quivering from the pain or may be your acting.. not putting anything past you…. The Coach gives me a disappointed nod and points to the lockeroom doors to the squad as they pull me away, my singlet not hiding my 8.5 inch uncut Woodie from him… “its him Coach, all his fault” I whimper to him as I am drug off, see the coach helping you to your feet as I get to the doors… handing you the new team singlet as you get to your feet.. but see you looking at me as I am drug through the door...
Markmuscles: I watch you get dragged off screaming blame at me. Got what I want with a huge smile, "Thanks Coach!" As I look at the official singlet...then the finally receding pain from my balls remind me, you still have to be punished for that little stunt. "Shouldn't have gone out like a sorry bitch Jacky."
I walk back to the lockers, still nursing my back from that slam, nausea calming from your low blow. Secure now that my spot is cemented on the team, one last thing to put the nail in Jack's coffin. Pull out my cell phone from my locker just as I hear you slam the door to the equipment/laundry room. "Dropping off your old uniform Jacky?" You snarl and come at me ready to finish what you started until I hold up my phone for you to see the screen. Right there in fantasticallly well lit video, is the back of your head turning back and forth, moaning like a schoolgirl for....camera view turns, to see my face with a satisfied grin and lusty glaze in my eyes, blow a kiss to the camera and pan down my chest, to cobblestone abs and big reveal dramatic music my dick beating your hole like it owed money, and your voice clear as a bell, moaning, pleading with me to fuck your ass. The video shows me pulling you up, back to my chest and a deep scorching hot kiss just as my phone dings "upload complete" flashes on the screen. "This could have been a lot less painful Jacky, but you just couldn't help yourself and attack my boner? that couldn't go unpunished Jacky." Phones and tablets start buzzing and chiming in the lockers as you stand there with growing terror on your face frozen in shock. I grab you by the throat and kiss you hard before shoving you back hard into a row of lockers and soccer kick you in the groin, "welcome to hell" I grumble before exiting....END
Part I. Wrestling Season at Fuck U - Pre-Season (Part 1)
Posted 8 years agoPart I. Wrestling Season at Fuck U - Pre-Season
Prelude – Muscle stud, campus jock, and all around prettyboy Mark Cordon swaggered in for wrestling practice a week late. Still the Coaches and wrestling team voted to go ahead and let him on the team with recommendations from the Swim Team. So provided he sticks to the practice schedule Mark is on the Fuck U wrestling squad. Since then Mark has followed through, working hard in the gym and on the mats. Honing down his already awesome 6 foot muscled frame from 220 pounds to a ripped and shredded 210 pounds and ramping up his wrestle skills. He has, however, become a distraction with a lot of attention both on campus and in Rec Hall from admiring gawking boys and girls; on the flipside, there has been an up-tick in student attendance at wrestling team’s demo practices that are open to the student body and Mark' groupies seems to be a big part of that.
After swim season, I been keeping my distance and turned Mark’s coaching over to the Wrestling team captain Jack, a ‘straight as an arrow’ Junior who wrestled the last two years. Jack has a 210 muscle packed wrestler build, 5’ 10”, blonde crew cut, thick 46 inch lightly haired chest, 18 inch arms, squat-sculpted bubblebutt, and narrow 33 inch waist with ripped 8 pack and oblique’s that point straight to his 8 inch uncut cock and nut sack that hangs between his 27 inch quads.
Mark is usually paired with Jack for practice with Mark basically being Jack’s practice boy for polishing his collegiate wrestling moves – takedowns, pins, reversals, escapes, riding time… Mark has enjoyed the role and particularly taking the referee position for Jack. He has improved his own wrestling skills during practices too; but it is nearing the start of the winter season and Mark, being Mark, has other ideas for Jack and for the rest of the rassling season.
WrestlemeJack: Show up for extra evening practice at one of the older gymnasiums not used as much as Rec Hall, lets me really focus with no distractions…. Hope Mark shows as I need this practice to sew up the 210 pound slot. Strip down and toss my loose fitting worn jeans and ripped hoodie top into a locker and stand momentarily nude with my ripped muscled jock frame reflected in the mirror at the end of the row of lockers.. pop my blonde-haired pecs and flex my double-headed 18 inch guns, checking out my primed jock physique… then slide my junk into old black jock strap, tight grey practice shorts, armless form-fitting grey armor top, and my used flat-footed rassling shoes…. As I turn to leave the locker row, see you’re standing there, am little embarrassed and startled… ”Ohhh, hey Mark, didn’t know you were there, great you could make it, thanks... I really need you behind me for this last practice before tomorrow… well, see you out on the mat, Bro” as I give you a friendly shoulder squeeze and ass slap as I head by you…. turn… “I want ya to try and work me real hard tonight Mark, we got final inter-squad duels tomorrow in front of the student body, and I gotta make sure I got this 210 slot sewn up, right?” I wink at you but getting a strange look from you… shrug and shake my head and walk down the hall to the practice room and turn on the lights…. gonna be just us looks like….. Start stretching on the mats as I wait for Mark…. Yt
Markmuscles: I come to the old gym, mostly unused because the university can't decide whether to knock it down or convert it into something else. I wanted to get in some time on weights to work off some built up aggression. I had played nice on the swim team after getting humiliated by Coach and had so far gone along with the act on the wrestling team, making a few friends in preliminary and try outs, but always tempted to go back to my old self. All of the naked muscle around me and I was fighting the urge to play grabass when I saw opportunity......
Had been meeting with Jack here a couple of times, and it had been good, definitely upped my game and taught me a lot during our private practices, but it was getting harder (pun intended) to brush off the increasing amount of erections I got while we practiced and lately it was getting out of control. Every pin, spladle or grapevine that put any kind of friction between our dicks sent me into overdrive. I had started just getting more aggressive on the mat to compensate, followed by a furious jerkoff in the shower after....
Stuff my dick in a white y-back thong, slide on black mesh shorts over that, giving glimpses of my thonged ass through the jersey mesh, with a similar under armour muscle shirt, also black and a pair of white gym sneakers. Make my way to the mat room, still mindful of my bone hoping it isn't obvious as I walk over to where you're stretching
WrestlemeJack: Catches a glimpse of you as you walk up to me, my 210 pounds of muscled jock meat on the mat, one leg extended, other folded to my side..... as i lean in hard stretching my back and lats.. fingers touching my shoes..... look up as your looking down at me.... 'hey Mark, seriously fucking glad you coming out helping get me ready for the weight picks tomorrow" and I grab your hand and pull you down and scoot in front of you...
press our shoes together..."help me get stretched out here would ya?" as I grab your wrists and you grab mine and we start to use each other to pull and stretch out our backs and torso.... see your sporting your mesh wear that some of the guys been whispering about.... "Nice gear, Mark." as i scrunch my nose...."See your sporting a woodie too" I laugh "my High School coach said that is normal for healthy boys, but that we oughtta have that under control by college, but don’t worry, I know it isn’t personal."
“So you wanna do some basic wrestling drills here Mark.... like I said, I really need you behind me here and also pressing me to the limit" as I let your hands go and start to get up.
Markmuscles: I think to myself "if you had any idea how personal it really is" I get embarrassed when you comment on my gear and obvious wood "guess hormones haven't quite settled yet" and laugh it off, your comment about needing me behind you pressing to the limit does nothing to help either. You stand up and I follow suit, get in a wrestling stance "The thing about improvement is passing your limits isn't it?" Come in for a surprise collar and elbow lockup.
WrestlemeJack: You tell me about hormones "oh yeah Mark,, I know that.... can’t wait to graduate and get married and be able to get that out of my system" as we circle each other..... lock up in elbow and collar lock up circling each other.... "unnnggghhhh... yeah Mark.. pressing the... unggghhhhh limits is my… unngghhh life's motto" as my mat shoes dig in and I dive and grab you around the waist and pull you over to your back.... my 210 pressed over your 210 ripped pounds.... my breath over your forehead..... get to my knees and then stand.... "OK Mark, how about the referee position to start out here" as i crack my knuckles and crack my neck as you assume the referee position....
Markmuscles: Gritting in digging deep to match you in the lockup, sloppy, you dive in taking me down on my back hard, breath puffing across my forehead, tent in my mesh shorts obvious as I roll up to all fours, willing my bone to go down or at least come back from raging missile as I get situated.
WrestlemeJack: You roll up quick and see your still boning….”I do like your enthusiasm for wrestling Mark” as I nod and I wink at your obvious boner…. “But let’s keep our focus on technique Mark, I expect you might wanna shoot for the 210 position once I graduate yourself." You roll to your hands and knees and assume the referee position as I kneel to one knee beside you, left hand grabs your thick muscled forearm, lean over your back and arm wraps around your waist, pressing into your tight ab core as you breathe heavily….. my head cocks to side and my ear to your back pressing your muscle shirt. “anytime Mark" I whisper...
Markmuscles: My eyes close for a second, body vibrating as you wrap your arm around my waist, hear you whisper "anytime, Mark" and I take the cue, quickly pull my left arm in and thrust my shoulders up flipping us onto our backs on top of you. Reach my right arms back catching the top of your head in a headlock start to roll off you pulling your head with me.
WrestlemeJack: You quick toss back and slam me on my back, you on top of me…. Your arms catches the top of my head and start to roll off me…. I roll with you leading… I twist, circle my body, chest over your head, twisting my head free... crouch upwards and wrap my arms around your waist... lift your body from the mat and slam you back down, your chest and thighs pressing into the mat... give you’re a friendly slap to your ass as I get up…. ‘2 points for a reversal” as I get down to hands and knees in that referee position just like we done dozens of times…
Markmuscles: Lose the headlock, slammed face first on the mat groaning when you swat my ass, feeling that temper flare as you call out points. Kneel next to you and take your arm, then as my other goes to wrap around your waist, I jump on your back straddling you, press my feet to your thighs and kick back flattening you on the mat, lift your head with a rough hair pull and hook my arm under your chin, roll us over, you on top of me, sliding in a sleeper and combine it with a scissor...my legs lock around your ribs and SQUEEZE...
WrestlemeJack: Waiting in ref position, breathing heavy as your get to one knee beside me, hand grabs my thick forearm arm, your thick smooth chest presses into my side.... as your arm wraps around.... GASPPPPPPP as you straddle me slamming my back.... use feet slam to my thighs flattening me to the mat.... "What the fuck... that is no legal wrestling mo
ve…OMMPPHHHHHH" as I am flattened to the mat..... start to get up to straighten you out and GHAAAAAAAA as spiked crew hair griped, yanked up, rolled over with me on top of you and pulled into a sleeper-chinlock..... your strong legs locked around my ribs....
My hands grab your forearm.... struggle to get you off me... feel your breath close to my face as you tighten your scissors.... slam my arm back trying to drive my elbows into your sides..... "FUCK you are a bitch like the team said” as I struggle..... “fucking illegal hold...." I gasp as your holds tighten and my elbows try to find a mark... little drool seeping from side of my mouth as i gasp.
Markmuscles: Cut off your fussing tighten the sleeper and bodyscissor, but your elbows keep finding the same spot jabbing my ribs over and over...change tactics before I lose advantage, I release the sleeper, grabbing your spiked hair with one hand, catch your left elbow as it swings back for another shot...loosen the scissors just enough to press my heel to your balls barely contained in your jock and pt shorts before relocking down on the scissor, my foot grinding your balls and taint as I go...wrap your left arm across your throat and adjust making you choke on your own thick bicep.
WrestlemeJack: Feel you start to loosen the scissors and ready to get out of this but my thick jock body is winded from the choke hold…. Breathing heavy… sweat now pouring and soaking my gear…. Trying to ignore the feel of what must be your cock behind me… "FUCKK" I groan out as your replace this scissors, pressing your heel into my jock held balls and underside of my straight virgin ass….. “WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOING MARK?.. THIS IS FUCKING WRESTLING PRACTICE… I am gonna have you kicked offfff…. AGGGHHHHHHH” as my arm grabbed and pulled over my throat as you press my own thick 18 inch bicep into my Adams Apple…. “AGGGHHHH YOU FUCK…. Lemme go” as my free arm is stretched out uselessly slapping the mat with the back of my hand... frustrated and pissed…
Markmuscles: Start rocking side to side pulling your arm against your throat, force your head up with my free hand intensifying the choke..."Gonna tattle to coach? That what you're gonna do?" You cuss at me and demand I let go, I laugh and lick your earlobe, my cock twitching against your spine "I'll never let go Jack, I will never let go" yank the choke tighter as i roll us over on stomachs again, purposely let my throbbing beast slide over your ass as I get up, pulling your arm tight. I slide forward kneeling on the mat, press one knee on the back of your neck forcing you down harder against your own muscle, my free hand reaches back, pull your shorts up in a wedgie baring your cheeks and the straps cupping your globes yt
WrestlemeJack: Gasping... choked here in my own bicep.... my 210 pound wrestling champ body caught off guard as my wrestling practice partner turns on me.... telling me i am a tattletail... FUCK YOU... I gasp out as i struggle..... my eyes pop wide open as I feel your tongue gliding over my ear lobe as you tell me you are not letting me go... shake my head to get your tongue outta my ear... “Lemme go, you fucking pervert...." then… rolled to my stomach.. my narrow 32 wait and thick 45 inch pecs pressed into the mat as you let the scissors go but press my head down further choking me into my hard bicep.... little panic setting in as feel what gotta be your thick jock cock slide up over my arched up bubble butt.... start to press my free hand to the mat to roll us off and AHHHHHHHH.... FUCKKKKKKK as you wedge my tight rassling trunks up my ass, revealing my worn black jock straps..... my feet slap the mat as i feel my tender taint and balls strangled with my own gear.
Markmuscles: You keep fussing and cursing me as I keep the choke locked in, "you haven't even seen perversion yet". Let go of the choke but maintain the wedgie, fling you to the mat center.
WrestlemeJack: Drool now pooling against my cheek as my face still pressed to the mat and my arm choking me... almost ready to take me out as I start to wheeze and gasp.... then groan as you tell me that I have not seen perversion yet and I wonder what happened to my normal wrestling practice......... you let my arm go and as I choke in air, my hand goes to my throat as I suck in air and start to pull my legs in to get up.... "AGGGHHHHH....nooooo wayyyyy" as you tighten the wedge and fling me to the mat center... I roll over as you do and BAMMMMMM as I desperate slam a heel into your knee..... start to crawl to the mat edge and the exit....
Markmuscles: AAAWWW! My leg explodes in pain, "Dammit Jack, now I'm just pissed." I grit my teeth and stand back up, see you crawling for freedom until I drag you back to me by your foot, wrench your ankle and SLAM your leg to the mat slide over your back, let you feel my cock again, aching hard...I catch you in a full nelson, and lunge forward SMACK your dome to the mat, pin your head down with a knee over the back of your neck, pull your leg up in a single crab, slapping away at your wedgied ass.
WrestlemeJack: 210 pounds of proud jock muscle being drug by my ankle back to the mat center as I claw at the edge.... all pretense of disciplined college wrestling practice seems gone as you wrench my ankle.... "YAHHHHHH" I scream out as you then slam my leg to the mat.... start to get up, flexing my thick 18 inch guns pushing up….. "GHAAAAAAA" as you slide over my back, making a point of letting there be no mistake your cock is locked and loaded and pressing into my back... GASPS and GROANS as you quick lock in a full nelson... my forehead and nose pressed into the mat material.... then you’re up and knee pressing my neck keeping my face pressed hard leaving an imprint.....
“YAHHHHHH....Mark....please stop.... this can be just between us… I won’t tell anyone ‘bout you." I groan as you twist my leg back and lock it in a single leg crab as you pat and slap and toy with my perfect set to globes..... my fingers digging into the mat material to try to pull away from you.
Markmuscles: I stand up pulling your leg higher, plant my foot to your back "Oh, I know it'll be just between us." STOMP your back, arching your leg, "Because I'm a believer in insurance" I grab the exposed straps of your jockstrap, yank them up between your ass cheeks over your shorts, making that wedgie permanent, drop your leg and pull you up by the waistband of your jock and a grip on your hair, SLAM a forearm at the base of your neck, let the waistband snap your back and soccer kick your left hamstring.
WrestlemeJack: “YAHHHHHH... you fucking prick” I yell as you slam my back and grip my black jock strap, yanking it hard and cupping my bubble butt ass cheeks, wedging them for the first time I been wedged by anybody.... groan and moan as you lift me by my waist band, strangling my cock and balls in my jock pouch.. pull my hair at the same time, my 210 frame lifted then slammed back to the mat with forearm slams my neck.... yell loud as your manhandling the team captain.. desperate, turn to my side, I hook a foot behind one of your calves and kicks your chin with the other foot... sending you to your ass....
grip my jock straps and my tight shorts and cover my ass..... gets to my knees and rub my sore hamstring and cup my balls and cock loosening them from the strangle as I start to get up.... "you fucking so gonna be off the team, ya fuckin'.... fuckin'.... fag" as I step over you anxious to get outta this gymnasium...
Markmuscles: I get taken by surprise and my head snaps back hard falling to the mat stunned after your kick. Watch you walk over me and head to the lockers, I get up and chase after you, grab the back of your head and slam your forehead into the heavy door.
WrestlemeJack: Pissed and humiliated and thinking of how I gotta deal with this as I step over your ripped 210 muscled body and can see your big dick silhouetted in the black mesh shorts of yours... your chest heaving..... feet hit the smooth gym floor.... my thighs, hamstrings, ankle and chest sore from being manhandled by my rookie stud training 'partner’...
get to the lockerom door and BAMMMMMMM as you rush and grab my hair and my forehead slammed into the heavy metal door.... fucking seeing stars as my body bounces back... arms at my side as my head is shaking and am stumbling til i hit into you... yt
Markmuscles: Pick you up in a rear bearhug bouncing you in the air squeezing your ribs "you leaving already? Step forward smashing you against the door opening it, "guess if I can't convince you to stay" I arch back and drop to one knee atomic drop your ass on my kneecap, shove you face first on the closest bench yt
WrestlemeJack: Seeing stars and hearing little birdies singing as I stagger from that door into your arms.. barely can make out your voice asking me to stay longer or something like that... caught in a bear hug, your arms strong as mine, your pecs flexed and pressing into my back... scream out as you use me to slam open that door.... my 18 inch guns flexing and pecs popping as I grip at your wrists as they dig into my plexus.... ‘Fuck you Mark.. let me the fuckin’ GOOOOOOO’ i scream out as you lift me in that bear hug,, my shorter muscled body in the air as my feet kick.....
“YEAHHHHHHHHHH.... FAKKKKKKKKK!!” I yell as you slam my ass and my thick nut sack into your knee cap.... 210 # of jock muscle driving it.... gasp with no noise coming out as I slump forwards.... my hands cupping my balls as I slump over the locker bench.... my legs dangling on either side as my face presses into the cool wood... gasping and hurting.. yt
Markmuscles: Grip my rod watching you moan in pain on the bench, swat your ass again walking a circle around the bench, pull your head up and SLAM back down to the bench 1-2-3 times, see the locker you used earlier and pull out your gym bag, not even bothering with a lock in the disused building...
WrestlemeJack: AHHH HA HA.... I moan as my ass and balls throb, legs spread either side of the bench.. make out my locker... "YAHHHHH... bitch!" I yell as you swat my ass and my bubble butt ass barely jiggles as so hard and muscled.... hands grip the edges of the bench and coming around as you swat my ass... then YAHHHHHHHH BAMMM BAMM BAMM as you slam my forehead to the bench.... my feet splay out and toes twitching on the cement floor.... barely hear my locker open ....then my eyes POP OPEN WIDE.. WTF i mouth to myself..... as I feel my straight jock boy cock stir under me against the bench.. WTF I shake my head to myself..
Markmuscles: Lug out your heavy gym bag, drop it on top of your head and open it up, reach back with one hand rubbing your muscular ass cheeks, teasing your crack, play with your taint teasing the jock against you "Don't worry, bitch, we're gonna have a little fun before you go, I feel like I owe you that much." I dig through your bag, find a couple pairs running tights and an exercise band "good boy! See you came ready to party too huh? Drill a punch to your spine, then punching each muscular glute. Pull out the exercise band and kneel down, see your cell in a side pocket "too perfect!" Wrap the exercise band around your wrists tying your hands together and then lash the band around the leg of the bench securing you tight. Drop the bag on your head again "that too tight Jacky boy?"
WrestlemeJack: My brain in hyperdrive as focussed on my dick that only gets hard when I am with my girlfriend and when i beat off after a date.... ‘What the fuck is going on’ as I start to shake my head, feel my aching ass and balls.. coming back around and WHOMPPPPPPP as you slam my gym bag on my still throbbing head making me grunt..... all my wrestling gear in there and other stuff.. ‘ Ohhh fuck, my cell, tablet. room keys, school internet account security numbers’ as I start to struggle… you yank my gym shorts and jock straps back over my ass and your rubbing and playing and patting my ass and “FUCKKKK.. no no… stop” I groan out as you finger my ass hole… my tender taint… even touch my nut sack... feel my cock rising in my jock pouch and hoping you don’t notice that ultimate humiliation…..
hands grip the bench again to push up and BAMMMMMMMM I scream out as you knuckle punch my spine and then both my globes hard..... 'ahhhhhh fuck... please..please Mark.. please let me go... I will still be your coach and get you ready for the meets for next year.. get you in the wrestling team’s fraternity…..please.. anything" I almost sob as you pat my ass more, rub my skin and finger me.... my cock now at full 8 inch of uncut jock meat filling my jock pouch, hard and hot squeezed between my tight stomach and the bench.... . start to move my arms again to escape and BAMMMM second spine slam and then your grip my wrists and secured with my own equipment.. tied to the bench post as I lay torso down on the bench… ‘Please please please’… I wimper into the bench as I flex my arms and pump my legs and my glutes…. yt
Markmuscles: I hear you begging me to let you go offering to coach me to get ready for next year. I slide the bag down set it on your ass pull your head up kneeling by your head "that's nice of you, but I'm a little impatient, I was thinking more like I should be in that spot this year" I stand up, shove the bag back over your head "But I can't see that happening, you are coach's favorite..." i look down at your ass, notice you squirming, your ass seems like trying to lift off the bench, SMACK your ass cheeks, palming your perfect globes "cant say I blame him though just look at you" rubbing your ass making the tiny shorts bunch showing the black straps cupping your cheeks "I'd wanna keep all this around too" I pull out a pair of your tights and tie your left ankle, pull the tights forward stretching it to the same leg of the bench your hands are tied to, repeat with a second pair of tights on your right leg, your ass nice and spread, your shorts bunched in your crack...your ass squirming and I reach down, press my fingers over your hole rubbing a circle on your rim over your shorts "how you feeling so far? Keeping up with me?" Yt
WrestlemeJack: My arms flexing and biceps popping as I pull at my tied hands when you lift the gym bag offa me and yank my head up making me look at your thick crotch ‘n start telling me maybe you oughtta have the 210# spot… “ahhhh fuckkk…. that’s such fuckin bullshit” as I struggle with bonds my ass flexing and legs kicking and sliding my thick slightly furred torso over the bench rubbing my hidden boner over it…”you only brought on the team to be my personal practice boy…. you couldn’t last 30 seconds in a real match… ummpphhhh YAAAAHHHHH” I yelp as you slap my ass then shove that bag on my head and start to play and rub and slide your palms over my thick glutes and telling me these are why the coach likes me so much... ‘you fucking queer jock bitch” pissed you bringing the coach in this as I manage to smack a knee into your thigh as you smack my ass again…. Grab some of my extra tights from my gym bag and grab my ankles and tie them to the same bench post…. “Yahhhhhhh… FUCKKKKKKK… NOOOOoooo what the fuck!!!” I scream out as my ass is widened, my tight shorts wedged up.. my black jock straps cupping and exaggerating my thick muscled ass, “Oh my god…oh my god… I moan as you start to finger my ass…..ahhhh Mark… not that…not that pleaseeee…” I whimper now as your fingers rub a circle over my rim… sweat rolling offa me to the cement floor as your intentions starting to sink in [‘n oh my fucking uncut cock is seeping in my jock pouch under me] yt
Markmuscles: I tease the top of my finger inside you grinning as your hips squirm against my hand and you moan begging me to stop "your mouth says no, but it looks like your body might disagree with you." I tease, pushing my finger all the way in your tight hole, curling my finger stroking your eager nut, "come on tell me that doesn't feel even a little good? grab the waist of your wedgied shorts like reigns forcing you to lift your ass up, unknowingly making you grind your aching cock against the bench rocking you back and forth....start rolling my finger in a circle deep in you, and petting your rim with a second finger "don't beat yourself up, happens to a lot of guys" I laugh as I let your shorts go, watching you writhing against your bonds as I start to spread your ass with a second finger. Pressing in slooow letting you feel the added digit every inch of the way yt
WrestlemeJack: "Oh fuck..oh fuck.... stop Mark... I aint no fucking fag.... nothing wrong with that.... that I aint meeeeeee...". i graon as your finger presses against my rim as I strain back.. tightening my ass and flexing my thick glutes.... "AHHHHHHH my god... pleaseeeeeeee.." i groan as you fingers clears my ass hole rim and your fucking INSIDE me.... "Ohhhhh fuckkkkk... please take it out.... fuck it hurts...... just let me goooo..." i whine now.... eyes tearing as you start to rub my prostrate... my cock is now full blown and taking a life of its own as it is seeping pre into my jock enough I can smell it as I struggle against the bench.....
YAHHHHHHHH.... no no no... as you grab my waist band and raise my ass arching it up in the air.... Ohhh fuckkkkkk Mark.... as you then rub my rim with second finger and and my jock boy body shudders as you keep my ass arched up and press that second finger into my ass... Ohhh my godddddddd...... as I feel my body start to jack my ass slightly over your fingers... Ohhhh fuckkkkk what the fuckkkkkk.... as you laugh and tell me it is natural..... and that second finger is deep inside me now.... groans and maons as i breathe deep into the bench.... yt
Markmuscles: I pull your phone out of the bag, tuck it into the pocket of my shorts before taking the bag off you and shoving it aside with my foot. Start a slow massage on your prostate as I bend down lightly kiss the top of your head, then I kneel nuzzling kisses along the back of your neck, "Shhhhh it's alright, all things considered right?" I reach in my pocket pulling out your phone, arm extended making sure to get us in the shot as I record...."Just friends here, couple of guys, feeling good hm? Doesn't it feel good when I do this? Rub your pro nut softly and kissing down your back, letting the phone get a full view of your wedgied jock fuzz ass cheeks with my fingers stuffed in your hole..."But if you insist we can do something else, I can see hours of possibilities all over your body Jack." Gingerly kiss your back just above your wrenched shorts as I halfway rotate my fingers and pull them out of you...I straddle the bench behind you with the phone propped on my knee with a closeup view of your spread and wedgied crack. I Hook my left thumb in your hole, making your ass arch up and SMACK your jock pouch with my right hand.
WrestlemeJack: “AHHHHHH fuck Mark” as you rub my prostrate and my ass is involuntarily responding, my rim flexed and jacking over your two fingers as you press inside me making me feel like I aint felt as you then lightly kiss my sweat drenched blonde head and work down my back... getting goosebumps as I squirm my torso over the bench and milking my own cock of pre.... groan and rest my head on the bench as you tell me shhhhhh... just friends... feels good and your fingers pressing inside me as my peach fuzzed ass flexes like I am jacking myself.... almost forgetting the pain and YAHHHHHHHHHHH i scream as you rotate your fingers in me and your hot breathe against my lower back..... “OKOKOK Mark” I groan...”you had your fun..... I won’t tell anyone. I promise.” as I struggle with my bonds as your fingers pop from my ass..... before ai can lower my ass, feel another finger over my hole and I clam up and GASSSPPPPPPP as you drive your thumb into my ass and hook it and drag my ass up as high as these bonds will let it... my face and chest pressed tight to the bench as you see my black jock held balls between my thick spread thighs.. YAHHHHHHHHHHH... FUKERRRRRRR... I scream as you swat my thick virgin balls....
Markmuscles: "Handholding's over, Jacky, sorry." I say as I start patting your balls in the stretched pouch. Rip your thin grey shorts to shreds scattering them leaving you spread and hurting in just your jock and shoescan see your pouch straining but from behind just looks like your full balls are weighing it down. I snap your straps licking each ass cheek as it jerks from the sudden sting. "With all of this in front of me, and a goal ahead of me, I'm going to entertain myself for a while. But, believe it or not, I do like you Jack and that's why I'm being nice enough to let you decide how we spend our time together." I sit on the bench, full raging steel in my shorts as I bunch them up at the thighs straddling behind you. I slide my hands under your meaty quads and push up making you arch as much as possible... "Personally I could do this all day," I dive in, licking your crack, tongueing at your hole as I massage your groin and inner thighs, running my hands all over your hips when I change angles. Tongue lashing your innocent hole before I briefly rub my finger over your pucker in several circles. "I KNOW I know, you weren't a fan of that before so here's an alternative, my hand darts in your jock from the back and grabs hold of your balls yanking them back hard making your hips buck squealing as I snatch your eggs out of their cotton basket. "SO you've got this to chose from..." switch to gently massaging your orbs in my palm, curling my tongue on the very top of your hole "or a good deal more of this" I grin and kiss your hole again...making sure your phone is still recording propped against my leg "So what do you say Captain Jack, shall it be speedbag practice," star swatting your balls "or a wine tasting?" I take a long agonizing french kiss with your hole, slide my hands further up your pouch and I feel the steel beam in your jock pouch for the first time "We'll look who came ready to play! So which is it Jack? What puts a rock in your Jock...Jack?"
WrestlemeJack: My head pressed onto the bench, eyes closed as you rub my ass and lick and kiss it… my jock pouch filling with pre…ummmmmm…… a long time ago I got used to getting whistles and winks from the boys and girls from behind as they checked out my hot muscled jock body and confessed to Coach that I thought they were checking out my ass.. and what the fuck is that about, its just an ass… plus all the ass slapping in the lockeroom and even after my wrestling match wins more ass slaps even from the coaches…... and he just said that they appreciated the hard work I put into my athletics and they all wished they had my stamina but since they did appreciate it, I should maybe invest in some slightly tighter jeans and sweats on campus which I did and…. Wtf…I yell, as my thin shorts ripped off me in shreds… as I come back around to your voice…’Hand holding’s over….with all of this in front of me… a goal ahead of me, I'm going to entertain myself for a while. But, believe it or not, I do like you Jack and that's why I'm being nice enough to let you decide how we spend our time together’….moaning and listening as you lick and kiss and tongue my hole and slide your hands all over my thick bound thighs and hammies and arching my ass up in unnatural position…. Moaning deep as you tongue and massage and suck and pinch…... “all right alright… fuckkkk…. I can try ‘n blow you, Mark…. just this once…. help you get outta this state, back to normal….please let me go” I groan as you start to fondle my thick balls and play with them… ‘AHHHHHHHHH, bitch” and pop them from the jock strap squeezing and twisting them while licking my ass crack and my ass hole…. my cock is juicing and the pouch drenched with my pre…. as you start to tell me choices I got ---speedbag practice as you swat my balls or wine tasting as you tongue my ass crack… "YAHHHHHHHHH please, noooo, nooo"… as you swat my balls again demanding an answer….groaning as I don’t want either and “ahhhhhh fuckkkk nooo” I groan as your hands finds my thick pre-slicked 8 inch cock and ohhhhh fuck it does feel good as you jack it a few times and tell me I came ready to play….my ass globes arch up high in front of you as you grip my boner in your hand…. remembering what Coach said about my ass…. “Ohhhhhh god.. Mark yes ,please.. suck my ass, Mark, my cock..whatever you want….Ohhhhh pleaseeeeeee, do it” I wimper, my eyes glazed as cannot believe what is coming from my mouth.
Markmuscles: Take a long suck on your taint, massage your leaking rod through your jock pouch, "Knew you'd see it my way." Kiss both cheeks again then french kiss my way along your crack to your tailbone and back; stopping at your hole curling my tongue against the left side tasting your rim and sending a warm buzz through your groin, dip my tongue inside you swishing it to the right, and testing your right edge as well before pulling away and smacking your ass cheeks.
Make sure the camera-phone is framing right and I stand behind you, my bulge an obscene tent in the mesh shorts, the swelling pouch of my thong plainly visible.
I grind my bulge against your jock framed muscle ass and lean forward squeezing your granite cap shoulders... "Oh. I'll do plenty of sucking for sure." nuzzles the back of your neck, massage your shoulders as I flex my cock against you scrubbing against your hole still wet and quivering from the deep tongue fuck I gave that sweet ass "Just wanna make you feel good, Jack"
WrestlemeJack: Every thick muscle in my body shudders as you grip each of my globes… massaging them and pumping them and spreading them as you lean in and wet my ass crack, my tender taint, and then kissing and sucking my blonde furred ass making me shudder and groan loud…. rubbing my jock held boning cock while your thick tongue teases my ass rim before it forces my ass open.. GASPPP and shudder as it shoots inside me….. “AHHHHH Fuckkkkkkkkk…. Ahhh yeahhhhhh… Ahhhhhh shittttttt…” I groan as your tongue feels soooo good as you lap all around in my virgin jock ass.... move my hips over it as you fuck me with your tongue.... "unggggghhhh" I groan regretting it when you slowly withdraw it….…. "Fuck, Mark.. OK..OK..OK…. You had my ass….. pleaseeeeee, let me go now" I moan as your tongue drags up my back… GASPPPPPPPP as you slap my ass cheeks hard laughing and grip my shoulder and squeeze them… feel your hard jock corralled cock pressing against my ass cheeks and ass crack…. “YAHHHHHHH… No, Mark…. I don’t agree to that…. Ohhhhh fuckkkkk… LET ME GO!!!!” as I start to struggle and arch my back and flex arms and thighs and ass… as you lick my ears and tell me you just want to make me feel good as your cock presses against my nearly naked ass…..
Markmuscles: I slide my tongue back down your back, swirl my tongue over your virgin bud, teasing your edges with my fingers, gradually pushing my tongue flat against your twitching hole, pushing, making you spread, gradually replace my tongue with my finger squirming inside of you, working in slow massaging circles...as your moans get louder I start teasing a second finger against you, watching your hips roll in time with my fingers, gradually adding the second in, spreading you, both fingers fondling your prostate as I slide back on top of you kissing your neck whispering "love the way you sound, Jacky Boy" sliding my bone against your ass cheek
WrestlemeJack: Ignoring my protest as I buck under you and your laughing and teasing as you slide your tongue back over my back and press it into my pulsing clenched jock ass hole…. “Ahhhhhhhhh… fuckkkk I graon as I turn my head and see over my shoulder as your replacing your tongue with one.. then two.. of your fingers stretching me…. “Ahhhhhhh Nooooooo…. Errrrrrr… yesssss” I hiss out as feel your fingers press and massage my inner virgin nut….. “oh my god… what the fuck is that?” I groan as you work it and my cock steel now and stretching this black jock strap under me…..
Your thick pecs and ripped ab core slide over my back then and I look back at you, eyes half glazed over as I moan and wimper…. "Ok, Bro…" as my ass involuntarily arches upwards feeling your thick cock slide over my glute skin making it flex and shudder…. Your breathe over my ear as you lick and nibble and suck it…. Open my mouth and against my will extend my tongue til it touches your chin… "wtf am I doing as I taste the sweat of another wrestler?"…. my whole body flushed and pumped as you work me.
Markmuscles: Chuckle against your neck when you moan out in shock and pleasure feeling your prostate massaged for the first time, "That's your body saying what your mouth can't, you've wanted this for quite some time, I can tell. I've barely even started exploring you and you're already making a mess in your jock. I want to scream "FUCK YES" When you finally break, arching up against my cock sliding over your ass cheek. Angle my head looking in your eyes for a frozen second after you tentatively lick my chin, this was becoming 1000 times better than I had hoped...rotate my fingers inside of you, pulling them partway out keeping your hole spread as I guide my dick into your quivering hole, feeling the muscles in your glutes tense and relax." I lean forward again lift my hips up as I reposition, sliding myself inside you little by little, aching inch by inch...as I get the tip inside, letting the head of my cock get gripped by your ring at initial contact...I take a shivering breath as I pull your head up by the hair and kiss you deep, sucking the breath out of you, nibbling your lips and earlobes as I push a little further in, quickly wrap my arms around when you suddenly tense again, making me whimper when your muscle hole wrings my shaft bringing me dangerously close to climax. Kisses travel from your lips to your shoulder as I coach you through taking your first dick. "You're doing good Jacky boy, we're almost home"
WrestlemeJack: "AHHHHH FUCKKKK.. NOOOOO DUDE….NOOOooooo PLEASE… NOOOOOO, man" I groan half telling you no and half telling me no as your telling me I been wanting this for some time… as you yank my head up twisting it to the side and your jockboy lips slam into mine, your tongue in my mouth sucking the air out of me…. I moan into my mouth and feel your thick cockhead replacing your fingers spreading my tight jock hole…. My body electric as my eyes widen in panic…in fright mode….BAMMMMMM as I slam my thick bubblebutt upwards slamming into your balls but driving your shaft deep in me… "YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHH YEAHHHHHHH" I scream out as my ass is split by your 7.5 inch rod…. My whole body caught between pain and deep shudder as your cock swells trapped inside my tight virgin jock hole….
Markmuscles: I stop thrusting when your virgin ass proves to be hungrier than I thought, swallowing me to the hilt. I predict your reaction slide my arms around you under yours, clenching your chest as I shush you and whisper in your ear in between kisses and soft sucks on your earlobe and neck "Easy Jacky boy, sshhhh, jist ride the fire big guy" as you calm, shuddering from the first reaction I pull away, sliding my cock out until just the tip stretches your hole, massaging your left pec as my right hand slides down, rubbing my palm over your throbbing bulge..."trying to bust out of there boy? Feels like you're running out of room."
Low rumble of a laugh in your ear as I grope your cock "I really," stroke down on your cock, gripping it making a sheath with the thin pouch "really," slide my hand back up, feeling you throb "want to help you out here, Jack," start to push my hips forward piercing your tight tunnel again, play your nipple, my lips and breath tickle the back of your neck "But, this is about what you want, Jack," I slide my first two fingers along your pouch clenching your weeping rod between them "and it does feel like we agree here," I lick the delicate edge of your left ear "but I don't like to presume," my fingers slide back up, teasing at the waistband of your jock, as my cock slides in further, flexing inside you, sucking your ear as I growl, "beg me to milk you, bitch" yank your head up by the hair letting the recording phone get a clear shot of your lust-hazed expression, pressing in further, my cock bottoms out and jabs your prostate as I pinch your left nipple, slide my hand across doing the same to your right, my right hand just barely sliding fingertips under your waistband, stroking lazily along your pelvis
WrestlemeJack: As I scream out from a desperate last attempt to get out of this... you almost laugh as your muscled arms slide around my chest and grip my pec shelf and press my nipples... "Ahhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkk".... I groan deep as your pec play runs electric to my cock as it twitches and weeps pre... dripping through my jock pouch and pooling on the wooden bench and feeling like it is ready to blow as my uncut cockhead presses into the webbed jock material..... gasping for breathe as you lick and suck and probe my hear and my neck…. Your hands kneading my lightly blonde furred pecs and pinching at my nipples…. My whole body shudders as you start to stroke at my cock…. Rubbin the throat and pressing my thick veins that run up it…. “Ohhhhh fuck Mark…. Ohhhh godddd… yeasssss… don’t let my cock go Bro… ahhhh fuck….. FUCKKKK... okokok…. Feels sooo good Markkkk” I gasp as your playing me like I play some of my lesser opponents on the mats...
Your cock now riding in and out of my ass as my glutes flex and almost on its own my ass glides up to meet your cock and takes in your cock…. Rubbing my pro-nut over your cockhead as your whispering to me… ur licking my ears and playing my pecs…. "OOHHHHH FUCKKKKK Mark…. OHHH that feels so good." as your asking if you can milk my cock as your cock fucks my ass….my ripped ab core ripples as your fingers glide over them, barely touching my skinand touching the jock pouch seam…. "Oh fuckkkkk Mark…. Ahhhhhh pleaseeeeee….jack it….. milk it…. pump my cock for me.. ohhhh fuckkkkk yes… feels soooo good…do it Bro".. as my body finally giving in to you almost completely as your got me covered here….
Markmuscles: I whisper hotly, "Anything for my Captain" slide my hands over your weeping bulge smiling at the squish of the precum soaked mesh, slide the stretched pouch aside freeing your aching kit, rub your balls before sliding up gripping your shaft. Start stroking you, gradually matching the rhythm of gliding in your willing ass, picking up speed as you push back as best as your bonds permit, virgin ass hungry for violation. I straighten up off your back, pick up the cellphone from its perch, still jerking you with my free hand, I pan the phone letting it view your squirming back down to your arched ass rippling with each thrust of my hips spearing your hole, turn the camera up to my face and wink blowing the camera a kiss. Slide back over you placing the phone on its side in front of your face just as you let out a desperate moa: "Cum for me Jack, I want to cum with you" I pant as I tilt your head up by your chin, turn your face and suck your pouty bottom lip. Start rocking your ass and milking your cock at record speed, "That's it boy, I can feel you right there, you want to cum so bad don't you? You need it. Come on Jack let that bitch cream go. Feel my own cock in final countdown, bashing away at your asshole." My face pressed between your shoulder blades as I moan in ecstasy hitting the white hot razor edge
WrestlemeJack: Hear in the distance you calling me captain as my brain almost completely disengaged as I moan loud and
groan “yesss yesss.... ohhhhh fuckkkk yesssss...” as you release my 8inch thick dick from the wet pre-drenched pouch letting it spring free and I gasp as you jack it thumbing the foreskin aside and rubbing the head and slit sending my prime jock body into shudders deep.... “AHHHHH godddddd... ummmmmmmm ahhhh fuckkkk feels soooo good” I groan as you set the phone front of my face which i do not even notice as my eyes glassed and ready to blow a full load..... hear you whispering: "it is OK for me to blow as you twist my head around, your stud lips suck at my thick lower lip sucking it in?"... my pro nut slammed at the same time and I erupt and BLASSSTTTTTTTTTT… BLASTTTTT… Blastttttt my pent up cummmmm load under me... splatting and pooling on the wooden bench and even dripping off the edge to the cement floor.... my muscled body flushed and beads of sweat as my ab core continues to shudder long after my last eruption....
Markmuscles: The phone getting a full view of your face as you blast away spilling your cum over the edge of the bench dripping to the locker room floor. I reach down, kissing the back of your neck as I unhook the exercise band from your wrists. Grips your throat just tight enough to choke as I throw my head back BLASTING your hole full of cum load, splashing deep inside of you in ropes. Pull out with a low pop, pulling you upright by the one handed choke, my cock pressed against your lower back as I keep stroking your drained cock letting the camera phone see the huge mess you left all over the bench. Gingerly tuck your tingling sensitive pole back in your jock. Arch your head back against my shoulder "I think we have a few things to talk about" I grin and kiss your panting lips
WrestlemeJack: My ab core continues to shudder when I feel your cock thicken even more in me... "AHHHHH, Mark..... whaaaaaaaaa...." as you unhook the bands holding me down... grab my throat choking me and making me gasp and pull me up.... your thick jock cock BLASTSSSSS inside me and I feel the heat of it deep behind my flexed ab core.... lean my head back my lips hunting for yours... some reassurance of all this as you lock onto them and suck my tongue.... feel your cock continue to shudder and blast inside me till you pull out... i catch my reflection in the mirror at the end of the locker row.... my ripped now flushed body with cummm dripping off my thick pecs and abs... my 8’ cock dropping a bit and cummmmmm dripping from under the foreskin... see your wide muscled shoulders behind me.... I blink as hear you say we got stuff to discuss and then you pull my jock pouch up over my cock and balls....pull my head against your shoulder as you laugh and kiss me.... one of my hands goes to my ass as feel it seeping your jock load...other hand grips the back of your head as I grip your hair and press my lips to yours.... midnite is approaching..
Markmuscles: Rub my hands over your cum soaked torso, tracing your washboard abs, moan when you grip my hair, showing a spark of dominance still there when you pull me in kissing me back harder. I pinch your nipples taking your shocked groan as opportunity to break the kiss. Stroke your sweat soaked hair, "never did wrap that match up officially" I kiss your nose as your eyes widen, Grab your hair and mash your face in your own cum puddle wiping the bench with your mug. Untie your legs and flip you over on your back still on the bench, your hair soaking up what cum didn't smear on your dumbfounded face. Slap on a pec claw as I straddle your head and slowly lower my ass over your face. I stuff my still semi hard slicked cock down your throat, choking you with my shaft and smothering you under my ass. Hook your left leg up put your foot under my armpit as I wedge the left ass strap between your cheeks. Flex my left bicep as I count 1! 2! 3! My cock stirs leaking another string of last gasp cum down your throat. Still sitting on your face with your throat full of my cock I pick up your phone giving another long view of your body, your lips wrapped around my cock without a twitch of struggle, and another wink for the fans. I stop recording, and email the video clip to myself.
Drops your phone in your bag before standing up, laugh at your face and hair in a caked shell of cum and barely conscious. "See you at practice, Champ" slap your half wedgied jock ass before pulling on a pair of your warmup sweats and strut out of the locker room.
WrestlemeJack: My thick jock brain starting to come around some as my cock drains the last bit of cummmmm dripping on the bench.... little lakes of cummmm all over it.... smell of it, filling the locker room... as i hold your hair in that last kiss, you pinch my nipples making me gasp breaking the kiss as you stroke my sweat drenched spiked crew blonde hair.... my eyes widen and I flex my biceps as your telling me the match practice not finished but before I can react.. GHASSSPPPP GACKKKKKKK as you grip my hair and smash and rub my handsome jock face over my own cummmm load.... my 18 guns flexing and flailing about as I start to struggle... you untie my ankles and flip me quick to my back and as I start to arch up... my eyes widen as your hot jock perfectly molded glutes smash into my face....I gasp into your ass crack as you lock a pec claw digging deep into my thick shelf making my torso and legs arch up struggling.... my open gasping mouth met with your thick still cum oozing cock stuffing it back to my throat making me gag, gasp and struggle.... my leg grabbed and lifted and locked as you count to three and then yank my jock strap wedging into my ass crack and my still seeping jock hole... you give a double headed bicep flex smiling into the mirror... .you get off me leaving me sputtering, tasting your cum in my mouth.... eyes still blurred as you dress and tell me you will see me in the morning at the last practice before the start of the season...
Stagger into the gym shower... letting it run cold over my 210 muscled body, rubbing off cum crusted on my face...off my chest and torso.... rub soap over my ass as the last of your cummm load seeps out.... rub cum crusted in my hair... taste of your man juice still in my mouth as I moan.... get dressed, grab my gym bag, head to my dorm room... 2 AM, 5 hours til team matches for top team wrestlers…. My head spinning… ‘but I am not gay’….. I moan as my head finally hits the pillow.
Continued in Part 2: Postlude
Prelude – Muscle stud, campus jock, and all around prettyboy Mark Cordon swaggered in for wrestling practice a week late. Still the Coaches and wrestling team voted to go ahead and let him on the team with recommendations from the Swim Team. So provided he sticks to the practice schedule Mark is on the Fuck U wrestling squad. Since then Mark has followed through, working hard in the gym and on the mats. Honing down his already awesome 6 foot muscled frame from 220 pounds to a ripped and shredded 210 pounds and ramping up his wrestle skills. He has, however, become a distraction with a lot of attention both on campus and in Rec Hall from admiring gawking boys and girls; on the flipside, there has been an up-tick in student attendance at wrestling team’s demo practices that are open to the student body and Mark' groupies seems to be a big part of that.
After swim season, I been keeping my distance and turned Mark’s coaching over to the Wrestling team captain Jack, a ‘straight as an arrow’ Junior who wrestled the last two years. Jack has a 210 muscle packed wrestler build, 5’ 10”, blonde crew cut, thick 46 inch lightly haired chest, 18 inch arms, squat-sculpted bubblebutt, and narrow 33 inch waist with ripped 8 pack and oblique’s that point straight to his 8 inch uncut cock and nut sack that hangs between his 27 inch quads.
Mark is usually paired with Jack for practice with Mark basically being Jack’s practice boy for polishing his collegiate wrestling moves – takedowns, pins, reversals, escapes, riding time… Mark has enjoyed the role and particularly taking the referee position for Jack. He has improved his own wrestling skills during practices too; but it is nearing the start of the winter season and Mark, being Mark, has other ideas for Jack and for the rest of the rassling season.
WrestlemeJack: Show up for extra evening practice at one of the older gymnasiums not used as much as Rec Hall, lets me really focus with no distractions…. Hope Mark shows as I need this practice to sew up the 210 pound slot. Strip down and toss my loose fitting worn jeans and ripped hoodie top into a locker and stand momentarily nude with my ripped muscled jock frame reflected in the mirror at the end of the row of lockers.. pop my blonde-haired pecs and flex my double-headed 18 inch guns, checking out my primed jock physique… then slide my junk into old black jock strap, tight grey practice shorts, armless form-fitting grey armor top, and my used flat-footed rassling shoes…. As I turn to leave the locker row, see you’re standing there, am little embarrassed and startled… ”Ohhh, hey Mark, didn’t know you were there, great you could make it, thanks... I really need you behind me for this last practice before tomorrow… well, see you out on the mat, Bro” as I give you a friendly shoulder squeeze and ass slap as I head by you…. turn… “I want ya to try and work me real hard tonight Mark, we got final inter-squad duels tomorrow in front of the student body, and I gotta make sure I got this 210 slot sewn up, right?” I wink at you but getting a strange look from you… shrug and shake my head and walk down the hall to the practice room and turn on the lights…. gonna be just us looks like….. Start stretching on the mats as I wait for Mark…. Yt
Markmuscles: I come to the old gym, mostly unused because the university can't decide whether to knock it down or convert it into something else. I wanted to get in some time on weights to work off some built up aggression. I had played nice on the swim team after getting humiliated by Coach and had so far gone along with the act on the wrestling team, making a few friends in preliminary and try outs, but always tempted to go back to my old self. All of the naked muscle around me and I was fighting the urge to play grabass when I saw opportunity......
Had been meeting with Jack here a couple of times, and it had been good, definitely upped my game and taught me a lot during our private practices, but it was getting harder (pun intended) to brush off the increasing amount of erections I got while we practiced and lately it was getting out of control. Every pin, spladle or grapevine that put any kind of friction between our dicks sent me into overdrive. I had started just getting more aggressive on the mat to compensate, followed by a furious jerkoff in the shower after....
Stuff my dick in a white y-back thong, slide on black mesh shorts over that, giving glimpses of my thonged ass through the jersey mesh, with a similar under armour muscle shirt, also black and a pair of white gym sneakers. Make my way to the mat room, still mindful of my bone hoping it isn't obvious as I walk over to where you're stretching
WrestlemeJack: Catches a glimpse of you as you walk up to me, my 210 pounds of muscled jock meat on the mat, one leg extended, other folded to my side..... as i lean in hard stretching my back and lats.. fingers touching my shoes..... look up as your looking down at me.... 'hey Mark, seriously fucking glad you coming out helping get me ready for the weight picks tomorrow" and I grab your hand and pull you down and scoot in front of you...
press our shoes together..."help me get stretched out here would ya?" as I grab your wrists and you grab mine and we start to use each other to pull and stretch out our backs and torso.... see your sporting your mesh wear that some of the guys been whispering about.... "Nice gear, Mark." as i scrunch my nose...."See your sporting a woodie too" I laugh "my High School coach said that is normal for healthy boys, but that we oughtta have that under control by college, but don’t worry, I know it isn’t personal."
“So you wanna do some basic wrestling drills here Mark.... like I said, I really need you behind me here and also pressing me to the limit" as I let your hands go and start to get up.
Markmuscles: I think to myself "if you had any idea how personal it really is" I get embarrassed when you comment on my gear and obvious wood "guess hormones haven't quite settled yet" and laugh it off, your comment about needing me behind you pressing to the limit does nothing to help either. You stand up and I follow suit, get in a wrestling stance "The thing about improvement is passing your limits isn't it?" Come in for a surprise collar and elbow lockup.
WrestlemeJack: You tell me about hormones "oh yeah Mark,, I know that.... can’t wait to graduate and get married and be able to get that out of my system" as we circle each other..... lock up in elbow and collar lock up circling each other.... "unnnggghhhh... yeah Mark.. pressing the... unggghhhhh limits is my… unngghhh life's motto" as my mat shoes dig in and I dive and grab you around the waist and pull you over to your back.... my 210 pressed over your 210 ripped pounds.... my breath over your forehead..... get to my knees and then stand.... "OK Mark, how about the referee position to start out here" as i crack my knuckles and crack my neck as you assume the referee position....
Markmuscles: Gritting in digging deep to match you in the lockup, sloppy, you dive in taking me down on my back hard, breath puffing across my forehead, tent in my mesh shorts obvious as I roll up to all fours, willing my bone to go down or at least come back from raging missile as I get situated.
WrestlemeJack: You roll up quick and see your still boning….”I do like your enthusiasm for wrestling Mark” as I nod and I wink at your obvious boner…. “But let’s keep our focus on technique Mark, I expect you might wanna shoot for the 210 position once I graduate yourself." You roll to your hands and knees and assume the referee position as I kneel to one knee beside you, left hand grabs your thick muscled forearm, lean over your back and arm wraps around your waist, pressing into your tight ab core as you breathe heavily….. my head cocks to side and my ear to your back pressing your muscle shirt. “anytime Mark" I whisper...
Markmuscles: My eyes close for a second, body vibrating as you wrap your arm around my waist, hear you whisper "anytime, Mark" and I take the cue, quickly pull my left arm in and thrust my shoulders up flipping us onto our backs on top of you. Reach my right arms back catching the top of your head in a headlock start to roll off you pulling your head with me.
WrestlemeJack: You quick toss back and slam me on my back, you on top of me…. Your arms catches the top of my head and start to roll off me…. I roll with you leading… I twist, circle my body, chest over your head, twisting my head free... crouch upwards and wrap my arms around your waist... lift your body from the mat and slam you back down, your chest and thighs pressing into the mat... give you’re a friendly slap to your ass as I get up…. ‘2 points for a reversal” as I get down to hands and knees in that referee position just like we done dozens of times…
Markmuscles: Lose the headlock, slammed face first on the mat groaning when you swat my ass, feeling that temper flare as you call out points. Kneel next to you and take your arm, then as my other goes to wrap around your waist, I jump on your back straddling you, press my feet to your thighs and kick back flattening you on the mat, lift your head with a rough hair pull and hook my arm under your chin, roll us over, you on top of me, sliding in a sleeper and combine it with a scissor...my legs lock around your ribs and SQUEEZE...
WrestlemeJack: Waiting in ref position, breathing heavy as your get to one knee beside me, hand grabs my thick forearm arm, your thick smooth chest presses into my side.... as your arm wraps around.... GASPPPPPPP as you straddle me slamming my back.... use feet slam to my thighs flattening me to the mat.... "What the fuck... that is no legal wrestling mo
ve…OMMPPHHHHHH" as I am flattened to the mat..... start to get up to straighten you out and GHAAAAAAAA as spiked crew hair griped, yanked up, rolled over with me on top of you and pulled into a sleeper-chinlock..... your strong legs locked around my ribs....
My hands grab your forearm.... struggle to get you off me... feel your breath close to my face as you tighten your scissors.... slam my arm back trying to drive my elbows into your sides..... "FUCK you are a bitch like the team said” as I struggle..... “fucking illegal hold...." I gasp as your holds tighten and my elbows try to find a mark... little drool seeping from side of my mouth as i gasp.
Markmuscles: Cut off your fussing tighten the sleeper and bodyscissor, but your elbows keep finding the same spot jabbing my ribs over and over...change tactics before I lose advantage, I release the sleeper, grabbing your spiked hair with one hand, catch your left elbow as it swings back for another shot...loosen the scissors just enough to press my heel to your balls barely contained in your jock and pt shorts before relocking down on the scissor, my foot grinding your balls and taint as I go...wrap your left arm across your throat and adjust making you choke on your own thick bicep.
WrestlemeJack: Feel you start to loosen the scissors and ready to get out of this but my thick jock body is winded from the choke hold…. Breathing heavy… sweat now pouring and soaking my gear…. Trying to ignore the feel of what must be your cock behind me… "FUCKK" I groan out as your replace this scissors, pressing your heel into my jock held balls and underside of my straight virgin ass….. “WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOING MARK?.. THIS IS FUCKING WRESTLING PRACTICE… I am gonna have you kicked offfff…. AGGGHHHHHHH” as my arm grabbed and pulled over my throat as you press my own thick 18 inch bicep into my Adams Apple…. “AGGGHHHH YOU FUCK…. Lemme go” as my free arm is stretched out uselessly slapping the mat with the back of my hand... frustrated and pissed…
Markmuscles: Start rocking side to side pulling your arm against your throat, force your head up with my free hand intensifying the choke..."Gonna tattle to coach? That what you're gonna do?" You cuss at me and demand I let go, I laugh and lick your earlobe, my cock twitching against your spine "I'll never let go Jack, I will never let go" yank the choke tighter as i roll us over on stomachs again, purposely let my throbbing beast slide over your ass as I get up, pulling your arm tight. I slide forward kneeling on the mat, press one knee on the back of your neck forcing you down harder against your own muscle, my free hand reaches back, pull your shorts up in a wedgie baring your cheeks and the straps cupping your globes yt
WrestlemeJack: Gasping... choked here in my own bicep.... my 210 pound wrestling champ body caught off guard as my wrestling practice partner turns on me.... telling me i am a tattletail... FUCK YOU... I gasp out as i struggle..... my eyes pop wide open as I feel your tongue gliding over my ear lobe as you tell me you are not letting me go... shake my head to get your tongue outta my ear... “Lemme go, you fucking pervert...." then… rolled to my stomach.. my narrow 32 wait and thick 45 inch pecs pressed into the mat as you let the scissors go but press my head down further choking me into my hard bicep.... little panic setting in as feel what gotta be your thick jock cock slide up over my arched up bubble butt.... start to press my free hand to the mat to roll us off and AHHHHHHHH.... FUCKKKKKKK as you wedge my tight rassling trunks up my ass, revealing my worn black jock straps..... my feet slap the mat as i feel my tender taint and balls strangled with my own gear.
Markmuscles: You keep fussing and cursing me as I keep the choke locked in, "you haven't even seen perversion yet". Let go of the choke but maintain the wedgie, fling you to the mat center.
WrestlemeJack: Drool now pooling against my cheek as my face still pressed to the mat and my arm choking me... almost ready to take me out as I start to wheeze and gasp.... then groan as you tell me that I have not seen perversion yet and I wonder what happened to my normal wrestling practice......... you let my arm go and as I choke in air, my hand goes to my throat as I suck in air and start to pull my legs in to get up.... "AGGGHHHHH....nooooo wayyyyy" as you tighten the wedge and fling me to the mat center... I roll over as you do and BAMMMMMM as I desperate slam a heel into your knee..... start to crawl to the mat edge and the exit....
Markmuscles: AAAWWW! My leg explodes in pain, "Dammit Jack, now I'm just pissed." I grit my teeth and stand back up, see you crawling for freedom until I drag you back to me by your foot, wrench your ankle and SLAM your leg to the mat slide over your back, let you feel my cock again, aching hard...I catch you in a full nelson, and lunge forward SMACK your dome to the mat, pin your head down with a knee over the back of your neck, pull your leg up in a single crab, slapping away at your wedgied ass.
WrestlemeJack: 210 pounds of proud jock muscle being drug by my ankle back to the mat center as I claw at the edge.... all pretense of disciplined college wrestling practice seems gone as you wrench my ankle.... "YAHHHHHH" I scream out as you then slam my leg to the mat.... start to get up, flexing my thick 18 inch guns pushing up….. "GHAAAAAAA" as you slide over my back, making a point of letting there be no mistake your cock is locked and loaded and pressing into my back... GASPS and GROANS as you quick lock in a full nelson... my forehead and nose pressed into the mat material.... then you’re up and knee pressing my neck keeping my face pressed hard leaving an imprint.....
“YAHHHHHH....Mark....please stop.... this can be just between us… I won’t tell anyone ‘bout you." I groan as you twist my leg back and lock it in a single leg crab as you pat and slap and toy with my perfect set to globes..... my fingers digging into the mat material to try to pull away from you.
Markmuscles: I stand up pulling your leg higher, plant my foot to your back "Oh, I know it'll be just between us." STOMP your back, arching your leg, "Because I'm a believer in insurance" I grab the exposed straps of your jockstrap, yank them up between your ass cheeks over your shorts, making that wedgie permanent, drop your leg and pull you up by the waistband of your jock and a grip on your hair, SLAM a forearm at the base of your neck, let the waistband snap your back and soccer kick your left hamstring.
WrestlemeJack: “YAHHHHHH... you fucking prick” I yell as you slam my back and grip my black jock strap, yanking it hard and cupping my bubble butt ass cheeks, wedging them for the first time I been wedged by anybody.... groan and moan as you lift me by my waist band, strangling my cock and balls in my jock pouch.. pull my hair at the same time, my 210 frame lifted then slammed back to the mat with forearm slams my neck.... yell loud as your manhandling the team captain.. desperate, turn to my side, I hook a foot behind one of your calves and kicks your chin with the other foot... sending you to your ass....
grip my jock straps and my tight shorts and cover my ass..... gets to my knees and rub my sore hamstring and cup my balls and cock loosening them from the strangle as I start to get up.... "you fucking so gonna be off the team, ya fuckin'.... fuckin'.... fag" as I step over you anxious to get outta this gymnasium...
Markmuscles: I get taken by surprise and my head snaps back hard falling to the mat stunned after your kick. Watch you walk over me and head to the lockers, I get up and chase after you, grab the back of your head and slam your forehead into the heavy door.
WrestlemeJack: Pissed and humiliated and thinking of how I gotta deal with this as I step over your ripped 210 muscled body and can see your big dick silhouetted in the black mesh shorts of yours... your chest heaving..... feet hit the smooth gym floor.... my thighs, hamstrings, ankle and chest sore from being manhandled by my rookie stud training 'partner’...
get to the lockerom door and BAMMMMMMM as you rush and grab my hair and my forehead slammed into the heavy metal door.... fucking seeing stars as my body bounces back... arms at my side as my head is shaking and am stumbling til i hit into you... yt
Markmuscles: Pick you up in a rear bearhug bouncing you in the air squeezing your ribs "you leaving already? Step forward smashing you against the door opening it, "guess if I can't convince you to stay" I arch back and drop to one knee atomic drop your ass on my kneecap, shove you face first on the closest bench yt
WrestlemeJack: Seeing stars and hearing little birdies singing as I stagger from that door into your arms.. barely can make out your voice asking me to stay longer or something like that... caught in a bear hug, your arms strong as mine, your pecs flexed and pressing into my back... scream out as you use me to slam open that door.... my 18 inch guns flexing and pecs popping as I grip at your wrists as they dig into my plexus.... ‘Fuck you Mark.. let me the fuckin’ GOOOOOOO’ i scream out as you lift me in that bear hug,, my shorter muscled body in the air as my feet kick.....
“YEAHHHHHHHHHH.... FAKKKKKKKKK!!” I yell as you slam my ass and my thick nut sack into your knee cap.... 210 # of jock muscle driving it.... gasp with no noise coming out as I slump forwards.... my hands cupping my balls as I slump over the locker bench.... my legs dangling on either side as my face presses into the cool wood... gasping and hurting.. yt
Markmuscles: Grip my rod watching you moan in pain on the bench, swat your ass again walking a circle around the bench, pull your head up and SLAM back down to the bench 1-2-3 times, see the locker you used earlier and pull out your gym bag, not even bothering with a lock in the disused building...
WrestlemeJack: AHHH HA HA.... I moan as my ass and balls throb, legs spread either side of the bench.. make out my locker... "YAHHHHH... bitch!" I yell as you swat my ass and my bubble butt ass barely jiggles as so hard and muscled.... hands grip the edges of the bench and coming around as you swat my ass... then YAHHHHHHHH BAMMM BAMM BAMM as you slam my forehead to the bench.... my feet splay out and toes twitching on the cement floor.... barely hear my locker open ....then my eyes POP OPEN WIDE.. WTF i mouth to myself..... as I feel my straight jock boy cock stir under me against the bench.. WTF I shake my head to myself..
Markmuscles: Lug out your heavy gym bag, drop it on top of your head and open it up, reach back with one hand rubbing your muscular ass cheeks, teasing your crack, play with your taint teasing the jock against you "Don't worry, bitch, we're gonna have a little fun before you go, I feel like I owe you that much." I dig through your bag, find a couple pairs running tights and an exercise band "good boy! See you came ready to party too huh? Drill a punch to your spine, then punching each muscular glute. Pull out the exercise band and kneel down, see your cell in a side pocket "too perfect!" Wrap the exercise band around your wrists tying your hands together and then lash the band around the leg of the bench securing you tight. Drop the bag on your head again "that too tight Jacky boy?"
WrestlemeJack: My brain in hyperdrive as focussed on my dick that only gets hard when I am with my girlfriend and when i beat off after a date.... ‘What the fuck is going on’ as I start to shake my head, feel my aching ass and balls.. coming back around and WHOMPPPPPPP as you slam my gym bag on my still throbbing head making me grunt..... all my wrestling gear in there and other stuff.. ‘ Ohhh fuck, my cell, tablet. room keys, school internet account security numbers’ as I start to struggle… you yank my gym shorts and jock straps back over my ass and your rubbing and playing and patting my ass and “FUCKKKK.. no no… stop” I groan out as you finger my ass hole… my tender taint… even touch my nut sack... feel my cock rising in my jock pouch and hoping you don’t notice that ultimate humiliation…..
hands grip the bench again to push up and BAMMMMMMMM I scream out as you knuckle punch my spine and then both my globes hard..... 'ahhhhhh fuck... please..please Mark.. please let me go... I will still be your coach and get you ready for the meets for next year.. get you in the wrestling team’s fraternity…..please.. anything" I almost sob as you pat my ass more, rub my skin and finger me.... my cock now at full 8 inch of uncut jock meat filling my jock pouch, hard and hot squeezed between my tight stomach and the bench.... . start to move my arms again to escape and BAMMMM second spine slam and then your grip my wrists and secured with my own equipment.. tied to the bench post as I lay torso down on the bench… ‘Please please please’… I wimper into the bench as I flex my arms and pump my legs and my glutes…. yt
Markmuscles: I hear you begging me to let you go offering to coach me to get ready for next year. I slide the bag down set it on your ass pull your head up kneeling by your head "that's nice of you, but I'm a little impatient, I was thinking more like I should be in that spot this year" I stand up, shove the bag back over your head "But I can't see that happening, you are coach's favorite..." i look down at your ass, notice you squirming, your ass seems like trying to lift off the bench, SMACK your ass cheeks, palming your perfect globes "cant say I blame him though just look at you" rubbing your ass making the tiny shorts bunch showing the black straps cupping your cheeks "I'd wanna keep all this around too" I pull out a pair of your tights and tie your left ankle, pull the tights forward stretching it to the same leg of the bench your hands are tied to, repeat with a second pair of tights on your right leg, your ass nice and spread, your shorts bunched in your crack...your ass squirming and I reach down, press my fingers over your hole rubbing a circle on your rim over your shorts "how you feeling so far? Keeping up with me?" Yt
WrestlemeJack: My arms flexing and biceps popping as I pull at my tied hands when you lift the gym bag offa me and yank my head up making me look at your thick crotch ‘n start telling me maybe you oughtta have the 210# spot… “ahhhh fuckkk…. that’s such fuckin bullshit” as I struggle with bonds my ass flexing and legs kicking and sliding my thick slightly furred torso over the bench rubbing my hidden boner over it…”you only brought on the team to be my personal practice boy…. you couldn’t last 30 seconds in a real match… ummpphhhh YAAAAHHHHH” I yelp as you slap my ass then shove that bag on my head and start to play and rub and slide your palms over my thick glutes and telling me these are why the coach likes me so much... ‘you fucking queer jock bitch” pissed you bringing the coach in this as I manage to smack a knee into your thigh as you smack my ass again…. Grab some of my extra tights from my gym bag and grab my ankles and tie them to the same bench post…. “Yahhhhhhh… FUCKKKKKKK… NOOOOoooo what the fuck!!!” I scream out as my ass is widened, my tight shorts wedged up.. my black jock straps cupping and exaggerating my thick muscled ass, “Oh my god…oh my god… I moan as you start to finger my ass…..ahhhh Mark… not that…not that pleaseeee…” I whimper now as your fingers rub a circle over my rim… sweat rolling offa me to the cement floor as your intentions starting to sink in [‘n oh my fucking uncut cock is seeping in my jock pouch under me] yt
Markmuscles: I tease the top of my finger inside you grinning as your hips squirm against my hand and you moan begging me to stop "your mouth says no, but it looks like your body might disagree with you." I tease, pushing my finger all the way in your tight hole, curling my finger stroking your eager nut, "come on tell me that doesn't feel even a little good? grab the waist of your wedgied shorts like reigns forcing you to lift your ass up, unknowingly making you grind your aching cock against the bench rocking you back and forth....start rolling my finger in a circle deep in you, and petting your rim with a second finger "don't beat yourself up, happens to a lot of guys" I laugh as I let your shorts go, watching you writhing against your bonds as I start to spread your ass with a second finger. Pressing in slooow letting you feel the added digit every inch of the way yt
WrestlemeJack: "Oh fuck..oh fuck.... stop Mark... I aint no fucking fag.... nothing wrong with that.... that I aint meeeeeee...". i graon as your finger presses against my rim as I strain back.. tightening my ass and flexing my thick glutes.... "AHHHHHHH my god... pleaseeeeeeee.." i groan as you fingers clears my ass hole rim and your fucking INSIDE me.... "Ohhhhh fuckkkkk... please take it out.... fuck it hurts...... just let me goooo..." i whine now.... eyes tearing as you start to rub my prostrate... my cock is now full blown and taking a life of its own as it is seeping pre into my jock enough I can smell it as I struggle against the bench.....
YAHHHHHHHH.... no no no... as you grab my waist band and raise my ass arching it up in the air.... Ohhh fuckkkkkk Mark.... as you then rub my rim with second finger and and my jock boy body shudders as you keep my ass arched up and press that second finger into my ass... Ohhh my godddddddd...... as I feel my body start to jack my ass slightly over your fingers... Ohhhh fuckkkkk what the fuckkkkkk.... as you laugh and tell me it is natural..... and that second finger is deep inside me now.... groans and maons as i breathe deep into the bench.... yt
Markmuscles: I pull your phone out of the bag, tuck it into the pocket of my shorts before taking the bag off you and shoving it aside with my foot. Start a slow massage on your prostate as I bend down lightly kiss the top of your head, then I kneel nuzzling kisses along the back of your neck, "Shhhhh it's alright, all things considered right?" I reach in my pocket pulling out your phone, arm extended making sure to get us in the shot as I record...."Just friends here, couple of guys, feeling good hm? Doesn't it feel good when I do this? Rub your pro nut softly and kissing down your back, letting the phone get a full view of your wedgied jock fuzz ass cheeks with my fingers stuffed in your hole..."But if you insist we can do something else, I can see hours of possibilities all over your body Jack." Gingerly kiss your back just above your wrenched shorts as I halfway rotate my fingers and pull them out of you...I straddle the bench behind you with the phone propped on my knee with a closeup view of your spread and wedgied crack. I Hook my left thumb in your hole, making your ass arch up and SMACK your jock pouch with my right hand.
WrestlemeJack: “AHHHHHH fuck Mark” as you rub my prostrate and my ass is involuntarily responding, my rim flexed and jacking over your two fingers as you press inside me making me feel like I aint felt as you then lightly kiss my sweat drenched blonde head and work down my back... getting goosebumps as I squirm my torso over the bench and milking my own cock of pre.... groan and rest my head on the bench as you tell me shhhhhh... just friends... feels good and your fingers pressing inside me as my peach fuzzed ass flexes like I am jacking myself.... almost forgetting the pain and YAHHHHHHHHHHH i scream as you rotate your fingers in me and your hot breathe against my lower back..... “OKOKOK Mark” I groan...”you had your fun..... I won’t tell anyone. I promise.” as I struggle with my bonds as your fingers pop from my ass..... before ai can lower my ass, feel another finger over my hole and I clam up and GASSSPPPPPPP as you drive your thumb into my ass and hook it and drag my ass up as high as these bonds will let it... my face and chest pressed tight to the bench as you see my black jock held balls between my thick spread thighs.. YAHHHHHHHHHHH... FUKERRRRRRR... I scream as you swat my thick virgin balls....
Markmuscles: "Handholding's over, Jacky, sorry." I say as I start patting your balls in the stretched pouch. Rip your thin grey shorts to shreds scattering them leaving you spread and hurting in just your jock and shoescan see your pouch straining but from behind just looks like your full balls are weighing it down. I snap your straps licking each ass cheek as it jerks from the sudden sting. "With all of this in front of me, and a goal ahead of me, I'm going to entertain myself for a while. But, believe it or not, I do like you Jack and that's why I'm being nice enough to let you decide how we spend our time together." I sit on the bench, full raging steel in my shorts as I bunch them up at the thighs straddling behind you. I slide my hands under your meaty quads and push up making you arch as much as possible... "Personally I could do this all day," I dive in, licking your crack, tongueing at your hole as I massage your groin and inner thighs, running my hands all over your hips when I change angles. Tongue lashing your innocent hole before I briefly rub my finger over your pucker in several circles. "I KNOW I know, you weren't a fan of that before so here's an alternative, my hand darts in your jock from the back and grabs hold of your balls yanking them back hard making your hips buck squealing as I snatch your eggs out of their cotton basket. "SO you've got this to chose from..." switch to gently massaging your orbs in my palm, curling my tongue on the very top of your hole "or a good deal more of this" I grin and kiss your hole again...making sure your phone is still recording propped against my leg "So what do you say Captain Jack, shall it be speedbag practice," star swatting your balls "or a wine tasting?" I take a long agonizing french kiss with your hole, slide my hands further up your pouch and I feel the steel beam in your jock pouch for the first time "We'll look who came ready to play! So which is it Jack? What puts a rock in your Jock...Jack?"
WrestlemeJack: My head pressed onto the bench, eyes closed as you rub my ass and lick and kiss it… my jock pouch filling with pre…ummmmmm…… a long time ago I got used to getting whistles and winks from the boys and girls from behind as they checked out my hot muscled jock body and confessed to Coach that I thought they were checking out my ass.. and what the fuck is that about, its just an ass… plus all the ass slapping in the lockeroom and even after my wrestling match wins more ass slaps even from the coaches…... and he just said that they appreciated the hard work I put into my athletics and they all wished they had my stamina but since they did appreciate it, I should maybe invest in some slightly tighter jeans and sweats on campus which I did and…. Wtf…I yell, as my thin shorts ripped off me in shreds… as I come back around to your voice…’Hand holding’s over….with all of this in front of me… a goal ahead of me, I'm going to entertain myself for a while. But, believe it or not, I do like you Jack and that's why I'm being nice enough to let you decide how we spend our time together’….moaning and listening as you lick and kiss and tongue my hole and slide your hands all over my thick bound thighs and hammies and arching my ass up in unnatural position…. Moaning deep as you tongue and massage and suck and pinch…... “all right alright… fuckkkk…. I can try ‘n blow you, Mark…. just this once…. help you get outta this state, back to normal….please let me go” I groan as you start to fondle my thick balls and play with them… ‘AHHHHHHHHH, bitch” and pop them from the jock strap squeezing and twisting them while licking my ass crack and my ass hole…. my cock is juicing and the pouch drenched with my pre…. as you start to tell me choices I got ---speedbag practice as you swat my balls or wine tasting as you tongue my ass crack… "YAHHHHHHHHH please, noooo, nooo"… as you swat my balls again demanding an answer….groaning as I don’t want either and “ahhhhhh fuckkkk nooo” I groan as your hands finds my thick pre-slicked 8 inch cock and ohhhhh fuck it does feel good as you jack it a few times and tell me I came ready to play….my ass globes arch up high in front of you as you grip my boner in your hand…. remembering what Coach said about my ass…. “Ohhhhhh god.. Mark yes ,please.. suck my ass, Mark, my cock..whatever you want….Ohhhhh pleaseeeeeee, do it” I wimper, my eyes glazed as cannot believe what is coming from my mouth.
Markmuscles: Take a long suck on your taint, massage your leaking rod through your jock pouch, "Knew you'd see it my way." Kiss both cheeks again then french kiss my way along your crack to your tailbone and back; stopping at your hole curling my tongue against the left side tasting your rim and sending a warm buzz through your groin, dip my tongue inside you swishing it to the right, and testing your right edge as well before pulling away and smacking your ass cheeks.
Make sure the camera-phone is framing right and I stand behind you, my bulge an obscene tent in the mesh shorts, the swelling pouch of my thong plainly visible.
I grind my bulge against your jock framed muscle ass and lean forward squeezing your granite cap shoulders... "Oh. I'll do plenty of sucking for sure." nuzzles the back of your neck, massage your shoulders as I flex my cock against you scrubbing against your hole still wet and quivering from the deep tongue fuck I gave that sweet ass "Just wanna make you feel good, Jack"
WrestlemeJack: Every thick muscle in my body shudders as you grip each of my globes… massaging them and pumping them and spreading them as you lean in and wet my ass crack, my tender taint, and then kissing and sucking my blonde furred ass making me shudder and groan loud…. rubbing my jock held boning cock while your thick tongue teases my ass rim before it forces my ass open.. GASPPP and shudder as it shoots inside me….. “AHHHHH Fuckkkkkkkkk…. Ahhh yeahhhhhh… Ahhhhhh shittttttt…” I groan as your tongue feels soooo good as you lap all around in my virgin jock ass.... move my hips over it as you fuck me with your tongue.... "unggggghhhh" I groan regretting it when you slowly withdraw it….…. "Fuck, Mark.. OK..OK..OK…. You had my ass….. pleaseeeeee, let me go now" I moan as your tongue drags up my back… GASPPPPPPPP as you slap my ass cheeks hard laughing and grip my shoulder and squeeze them… feel your hard jock corralled cock pressing against my ass cheeks and ass crack…. “YAHHHHHHH… No, Mark…. I don’t agree to that…. Ohhhhh fuckkkkk… LET ME GO!!!!” as I start to struggle and arch my back and flex arms and thighs and ass… as you lick my ears and tell me you just want to make me feel good as your cock presses against my nearly naked ass…..
Markmuscles: I slide my tongue back down your back, swirl my tongue over your virgin bud, teasing your edges with my fingers, gradually pushing my tongue flat against your twitching hole, pushing, making you spread, gradually replace my tongue with my finger squirming inside of you, working in slow massaging circles...as your moans get louder I start teasing a second finger against you, watching your hips roll in time with my fingers, gradually adding the second in, spreading you, both fingers fondling your prostate as I slide back on top of you kissing your neck whispering "love the way you sound, Jacky Boy" sliding my bone against your ass cheek
WrestlemeJack: Ignoring my protest as I buck under you and your laughing and teasing as you slide your tongue back over my back and press it into my pulsing clenched jock ass hole…. “Ahhhhhhhhh… fuckkkk I graon as I turn my head and see over my shoulder as your replacing your tongue with one.. then two.. of your fingers stretching me…. “Ahhhhhhh Nooooooo…. Errrrrrr… yesssss” I hiss out as feel your fingers press and massage my inner virgin nut….. “oh my god… what the fuck is that?” I groan as you work it and my cock steel now and stretching this black jock strap under me…..
Your thick pecs and ripped ab core slide over my back then and I look back at you, eyes half glazed over as I moan and wimper…. "Ok, Bro…" as my ass involuntarily arches upwards feeling your thick cock slide over my glute skin making it flex and shudder…. Your breathe over my ear as you lick and nibble and suck it…. Open my mouth and against my will extend my tongue til it touches your chin… "wtf am I doing as I taste the sweat of another wrestler?"…. my whole body flushed and pumped as you work me.
Markmuscles: Chuckle against your neck when you moan out in shock and pleasure feeling your prostate massaged for the first time, "That's your body saying what your mouth can't, you've wanted this for quite some time, I can tell. I've barely even started exploring you and you're already making a mess in your jock. I want to scream "FUCK YES" When you finally break, arching up against my cock sliding over your ass cheek. Angle my head looking in your eyes for a frozen second after you tentatively lick my chin, this was becoming 1000 times better than I had hoped...rotate my fingers inside of you, pulling them partway out keeping your hole spread as I guide my dick into your quivering hole, feeling the muscles in your glutes tense and relax." I lean forward again lift my hips up as I reposition, sliding myself inside you little by little, aching inch by inch...as I get the tip inside, letting the head of my cock get gripped by your ring at initial contact...I take a shivering breath as I pull your head up by the hair and kiss you deep, sucking the breath out of you, nibbling your lips and earlobes as I push a little further in, quickly wrap my arms around when you suddenly tense again, making me whimper when your muscle hole wrings my shaft bringing me dangerously close to climax. Kisses travel from your lips to your shoulder as I coach you through taking your first dick. "You're doing good Jacky boy, we're almost home"
WrestlemeJack: "AHHHHH FUCKKKK.. NOOOOO DUDE….NOOOooooo PLEASE… NOOOOOO, man" I groan half telling you no and half telling me no as your telling me I been wanting this for some time… as you yank my head up twisting it to the side and your jockboy lips slam into mine, your tongue in my mouth sucking the air out of me…. I moan into my mouth and feel your thick cockhead replacing your fingers spreading my tight jock hole…. My body electric as my eyes widen in panic…in fright mode….BAMMMMMM as I slam my thick bubblebutt upwards slamming into your balls but driving your shaft deep in me… "YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHH YEAHHHHHHH" I scream out as my ass is split by your 7.5 inch rod…. My whole body caught between pain and deep shudder as your cock swells trapped inside my tight virgin jock hole….
Markmuscles: I stop thrusting when your virgin ass proves to be hungrier than I thought, swallowing me to the hilt. I predict your reaction slide my arms around you under yours, clenching your chest as I shush you and whisper in your ear in between kisses and soft sucks on your earlobe and neck "Easy Jacky boy, sshhhh, jist ride the fire big guy" as you calm, shuddering from the first reaction I pull away, sliding my cock out until just the tip stretches your hole, massaging your left pec as my right hand slides down, rubbing my palm over your throbbing bulge..."trying to bust out of there boy? Feels like you're running out of room."
Low rumble of a laugh in your ear as I grope your cock "I really," stroke down on your cock, gripping it making a sheath with the thin pouch "really," slide my hand back up, feeling you throb "want to help you out here, Jack," start to push my hips forward piercing your tight tunnel again, play your nipple, my lips and breath tickle the back of your neck "But, this is about what you want, Jack," I slide my first two fingers along your pouch clenching your weeping rod between them "and it does feel like we agree here," I lick the delicate edge of your left ear "but I don't like to presume," my fingers slide back up, teasing at the waistband of your jock, as my cock slides in further, flexing inside you, sucking your ear as I growl, "beg me to milk you, bitch" yank your head up by the hair letting the recording phone get a clear shot of your lust-hazed expression, pressing in further, my cock bottoms out and jabs your prostate as I pinch your left nipple, slide my hand across doing the same to your right, my right hand just barely sliding fingertips under your waistband, stroking lazily along your pelvis
WrestlemeJack: As I scream out from a desperate last attempt to get out of this... you almost laugh as your muscled arms slide around my chest and grip my pec shelf and press my nipples... "Ahhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkk".... I groan deep as your pec play runs electric to my cock as it twitches and weeps pre... dripping through my jock pouch and pooling on the wooden bench and feeling like it is ready to blow as my uncut cockhead presses into the webbed jock material..... gasping for breathe as you lick and suck and probe my hear and my neck…. Your hands kneading my lightly blonde furred pecs and pinching at my nipples…. My whole body shudders as you start to stroke at my cock…. Rubbin the throat and pressing my thick veins that run up it…. “Ohhhhh fuck Mark…. Ohhhh godddd… yeasssss… don’t let my cock go Bro… ahhhh fuck….. FUCKKKK... okokok…. Feels sooo good Markkkk” I gasp as your playing me like I play some of my lesser opponents on the mats...
Your cock now riding in and out of my ass as my glutes flex and almost on its own my ass glides up to meet your cock and takes in your cock…. Rubbing my pro-nut over your cockhead as your whispering to me… ur licking my ears and playing my pecs…. "OOHHHHH FUCKKKKK Mark…. OHHH that feels so good." as your asking if you can milk my cock as your cock fucks my ass….my ripped ab core ripples as your fingers glide over them, barely touching my skinand touching the jock pouch seam…. "Oh fuckkkkk Mark…. Ahhhhhh pleaseeeeee….jack it….. milk it…. pump my cock for me.. ohhhh fuckkkkk yes… feels soooo good…do it Bro".. as my body finally giving in to you almost completely as your got me covered here….
Markmuscles: I whisper hotly, "Anything for my Captain" slide my hands over your weeping bulge smiling at the squish of the precum soaked mesh, slide the stretched pouch aside freeing your aching kit, rub your balls before sliding up gripping your shaft. Start stroking you, gradually matching the rhythm of gliding in your willing ass, picking up speed as you push back as best as your bonds permit, virgin ass hungry for violation. I straighten up off your back, pick up the cellphone from its perch, still jerking you with my free hand, I pan the phone letting it view your squirming back down to your arched ass rippling with each thrust of my hips spearing your hole, turn the camera up to my face and wink blowing the camera a kiss. Slide back over you placing the phone on its side in front of your face just as you let out a desperate moa: "Cum for me Jack, I want to cum with you" I pant as I tilt your head up by your chin, turn your face and suck your pouty bottom lip. Start rocking your ass and milking your cock at record speed, "That's it boy, I can feel you right there, you want to cum so bad don't you? You need it. Come on Jack let that bitch cream go. Feel my own cock in final countdown, bashing away at your asshole." My face pressed between your shoulder blades as I moan in ecstasy hitting the white hot razor edge
WrestlemeJack: Hear in the distance you calling me captain as my brain almost completely disengaged as I moan loud and
groan “yesss yesss.... ohhhhh fuckkkk yesssss...” as you release my 8inch thick dick from the wet pre-drenched pouch letting it spring free and I gasp as you jack it thumbing the foreskin aside and rubbing the head and slit sending my prime jock body into shudders deep.... “AHHHHH godddddd... ummmmmmmm ahhhh fuckkkk feels soooo good” I groan as you set the phone front of my face which i do not even notice as my eyes glassed and ready to blow a full load..... hear you whispering: "it is OK for me to blow as you twist my head around, your stud lips suck at my thick lower lip sucking it in?"... my pro nut slammed at the same time and I erupt and BLASSSTTTTTTTTTT… BLASTTTTT… Blastttttt my pent up cummmmm load under me... splatting and pooling on the wooden bench and even dripping off the edge to the cement floor.... my muscled body flushed and beads of sweat as my ab core continues to shudder long after my last eruption....
Markmuscles: The phone getting a full view of your face as you blast away spilling your cum over the edge of the bench dripping to the locker room floor. I reach down, kissing the back of your neck as I unhook the exercise band from your wrists. Grips your throat just tight enough to choke as I throw my head back BLASTING your hole full of cum load, splashing deep inside of you in ropes. Pull out with a low pop, pulling you upright by the one handed choke, my cock pressed against your lower back as I keep stroking your drained cock letting the camera phone see the huge mess you left all over the bench. Gingerly tuck your tingling sensitive pole back in your jock. Arch your head back against my shoulder "I think we have a few things to talk about" I grin and kiss your panting lips
WrestlemeJack: My ab core continues to shudder when I feel your cock thicken even more in me... "AHHHHH, Mark..... whaaaaaaaaa...." as you unhook the bands holding me down... grab my throat choking me and making me gasp and pull me up.... your thick jock cock BLASTSSSSS inside me and I feel the heat of it deep behind my flexed ab core.... lean my head back my lips hunting for yours... some reassurance of all this as you lock onto them and suck my tongue.... feel your cock continue to shudder and blast inside me till you pull out... i catch my reflection in the mirror at the end of the locker row.... my ripped now flushed body with cummm dripping off my thick pecs and abs... my 8’ cock dropping a bit and cummmmmm dripping from under the foreskin... see your wide muscled shoulders behind me.... I blink as hear you say we got stuff to discuss and then you pull my jock pouch up over my cock and balls....pull my head against your shoulder as you laugh and kiss me.... one of my hands goes to my ass as feel it seeping your jock load...other hand grips the back of your head as I grip your hair and press my lips to yours.... midnite is approaching..
Markmuscles: Rub my hands over your cum soaked torso, tracing your washboard abs, moan when you grip my hair, showing a spark of dominance still there when you pull me in kissing me back harder. I pinch your nipples taking your shocked groan as opportunity to break the kiss. Stroke your sweat soaked hair, "never did wrap that match up officially" I kiss your nose as your eyes widen, Grab your hair and mash your face in your own cum puddle wiping the bench with your mug. Untie your legs and flip you over on your back still on the bench, your hair soaking up what cum didn't smear on your dumbfounded face. Slap on a pec claw as I straddle your head and slowly lower my ass over your face. I stuff my still semi hard slicked cock down your throat, choking you with my shaft and smothering you under my ass. Hook your left leg up put your foot under my armpit as I wedge the left ass strap between your cheeks. Flex my left bicep as I count 1! 2! 3! My cock stirs leaking another string of last gasp cum down your throat. Still sitting on your face with your throat full of my cock I pick up your phone giving another long view of your body, your lips wrapped around my cock without a twitch of struggle, and another wink for the fans. I stop recording, and email the video clip to myself.
Drops your phone in your bag before standing up, laugh at your face and hair in a caked shell of cum and barely conscious. "See you at practice, Champ" slap your half wedgied jock ass before pulling on a pair of your warmup sweats and strut out of the locker room.
WrestlemeJack: My thick jock brain starting to come around some as my cock drains the last bit of cummmmm dripping on the bench.... little lakes of cummmm all over it.... smell of it, filling the locker room... as i hold your hair in that last kiss, you pinch my nipples making me gasp breaking the kiss as you stroke my sweat drenched spiked crew blonde hair.... my eyes widen and I flex my biceps as your telling me the match practice not finished but before I can react.. GHASSSPPPP GACKKKKKKK as you grip my hair and smash and rub my handsome jock face over my own cummmm load.... my 18 guns flexing and flailing about as I start to struggle... you untie my ankles and flip me quick to my back and as I start to arch up... my eyes widen as your hot jock perfectly molded glutes smash into my face....I gasp into your ass crack as you lock a pec claw digging deep into my thick shelf making my torso and legs arch up struggling.... my open gasping mouth met with your thick still cum oozing cock stuffing it back to my throat making me gag, gasp and struggle.... my leg grabbed and lifted and locked as you count to three and then yank my jock strap wedging into my ass crack and my still seeping jock hole... you give a double headed bicep flex smiling into the mirror... .you get off me leaving me sputtering, tasting your cum in my mouth.... eyes still blurred as you dress and tell me you will see me in the morning at the last practice before the start of the season...
Stagger into the gym shower... letting it run cold over my 210 muscled body, rubbing off cum crusted on my face...off my chest and torso.... rub soap over my ass as the last of your cummm load seeps out.... rub cum crusted in my hair... taste of your man juice still in my mouth as I moan.... get dressed, grab my gym bag, head to my dorm room... 2 AM, 5 hours til team matches for top team wrestlers…. My head spinning… ‘but I am not gay’….. I moan as my head finally hits the pillow.
Continued in Part 2: Postlude
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