Wrestling With
Tom - Chapter 1
by
BM68PA
I swallowed
the last of my soda, crushed the can in my fist, and threw it in the
garbage. Across the room, bathed in the
blue glow from my computer monitor, my co-worker Tom sat typing in the last few
lines of a computer code I did not understand.
He never turned his head to look at me, but as the can hit the empty
garbage pail and rattled loudly he shook his head.
"You never heard of recycling?" he asked.
"You
never heard of shutting up?" I said.
He laughed
as he glided the mouse so that the arrow on the screen covered an icon called
"Monitoring". In a moment, I
would have my computer back in operation.
At least, the theory was that my computer would be back in
operation. Tom had spent the last two
hours trying to get my system up and running after it had frozen and screamed a
long list of error messages at me. We
were both working on an enormous presentation, one that could land our firm a
very lucrative national account, and neither one of us had had much sleep or
food in the last four days. It was after
eleven o'clock at night and I wanted to go home, take a long shower and sleep
for two hours before Tom picked me up to go to the airport for our eight-a.m.
flight. However, if my half of the
project had now been lost due to some idiotic computer glitch, I would still
take a hot shower but would follow it by throwing myself from the roof of my
house afterwards. There was no way I
could catch up on the work I had already done... not in the few hours we had
remaining.
"You
sure this will work?" I asked. Tom
turned around and smiled.
"Have
you known me to fail?" With that he
clicked the icon called "Monitoring" and the computer screen went
black.
"Great... it did that for me.
You succeeded at getting it to crash a second time." I threw my fork into an empty container of
fried rice and got up. My stomach
suddenly felt so queasy I was certain I was going to vomit.
"Give
it a second," Tom said patiently.
Although I wasn't aware of it, I was holding my breath as I watched the
screen. Finally, just as I was about to
give up hope, the screen lit up with a green glow, then there was a series of
bells from the speakers which were followed by the computer's normal start-up. The monitor showed my desktop once again and
my stomach stopped quivering.
"The
project? Is the project still
there?" I moved up behind Tom.
"Patience," he said as he clicked on my main drive icon. I felt my stomach literally twist into a knot
as the icons appeared on the screen. The
tower hummed as it was supposed to, and a moment later my folders were
back. Tom clicked on the folder labeled
"projects" and clicked on the project we were working on. It took a little while to open it, but it was
all there. I hadn't lost a single figure.
I put my hands-on
Tom's shoulders and squeezed. "I
could kiss you," I said.
"No
tongue," he said as he returned to the control panel and started
double-clicking icons. "What would
your wife think?"
"Yeah," I laughed with him, but not as heartily. My mind started to drift as I thought to
myself, "what would my wife think?"
Who cared what she thought, really?
At that moment I could have turned Tom around, fought my way through his
arms as he tried to push me away and shoved my tongue deep into his mouth,
giving him the most erotic and passionate kiss, he had ever experienced. It was getting increasingly difficult to keep
the thoughts I had secret, but I knew that I could never reveal them to Tom...
or anyone else for that matter. I had
"stumbled" into opportunities through on-line chat rooms to meet with
guys and "experiment", even if it was just a onetime fling, I never
did it because, to put it simply, I was terrified. I lived out my desires in the safest place I
could. Within the privacy of my own
office. I had downloaded literally
hundreds of photos from the internet onto my office computer... photos of men
against men in raw, sexual wrestling matches.
I had them safely hidden on a zip disk marked "duplicates" and
although I only had the chance to look at them in the evening after everyone
had gone home, at least I could live out my fantasies for a few hours under the
guise of "working late."
I knew most
of the photos were posed, one man getting ready to slap or grab at the other,
or both men tied up in some sort of hold that would be impossible to get into
in a real wrestling match. There were
also some I had downloaded that were actually gay porn, but the positions and
facial expressions made it "look" as if the men were wrestling, so
they were included in my files. I had
never been in this situation, so I could only imagine what it must be like for
those men to be doing those things to each other. I also couldn't figure out why I was so
excited by the idea of fighting another man and chewing his nipples with my
teeth or spreading his legs apart while I rolled my fist over his balls as he
moaned...
I shook my
head, trying to clear those images from my head. Tom had started a diagnostic program on my
computer and had gotten up to put away the computer manuals he had pulled from
my bookcase. I realized I was still
standing behind the chair. I didn't even
feel him get up. I readjusted myself so
that the bulge growing in my slacks was not as noticeable and turned towards
Tom.
"Seriously, I don't know how I can thank you. You saved my life."
Tom smiled
broadly as he turned around to face me.
He was so damned good-looking that I was afraid I was going to achieve a
full hard-on and really embarrass myself in front of him. He was about six-foot-tall, not incredibly
muscular and he had a slight belly, but he had an adorable face and winning
smile and a sweet little ass. He had a
thick moustache which was the same dark brown as his hair. He wore his hair down to his collar, which
gave him the appearance of a country-western musician. I thought about how my hands had been on his
shoulders before, only I imagined the both of us being naked and drenched in
sweat... with me digging my fingers into his neck muscles, my rock-hard cock
pressing into his shoulders as he "howled" for mercy...
"Did
you hear me," he asked. I snapped
back into reality.
"Sorry, I'm so tired I'm not even seeing clearly." I wiped my eyes to add effect. "What did you say?"
"I
said I'd settle for another cola for now and we'll work on the rest of your
payment later."
The soda
machine in our office was in the basement, a small vending area outside the
main cafeteria. As I rode the elevator down,
I thought about how I loved being in the building late at night. The whole place took on a surrealistic
atmosphere. Like those movies about
everyone in the world being erased by a plague.
I enjoyed not having the pressures of people rushing around and phones
ringing constantly. The only sounds were
the hum of the air conditioner and the occasional thud of the elevators when
the security guard went on his rounds.
Security knew I worked a lot of late hours, and they never bothered
me. I appreciated that, never having to
answer a knock at my office door to let them know that "everything was
okay and I'll only be another hour."
They didn't care that I was there and I didn't bother them while they
did their work. So long as we kept out
of the other's way, we were all happy.
I went back
up to my office carrying two sodas, but I could sense that something was wrong
when I stepped into the room. Tom was
sitting in the chair, leaning across the computer keyboard, his face almost
pressed up against the glass of the monitor.
I couldn't see what the screen was showing, but his face was bathed in
an odd reddish tone. I walked over to
him and was about to ask him what was wrong when I looked towards the monitor
and saw what he was looking at.
It was one
of my photos. One of the better
ones. A naked blonde guy had his red-haired
victim on all fours and trapped in a half nelson. The blonde was shoving his free hand under
the waistband of the red head's underpants, yanking them down around his thighs
while he squeezed his victim's nuts. The
red-haired guy was trying to turn his head so he could see what was being done
to him, his eyes squinted and his mouth open in a perfect "o".
I could
feel my heart speed up. I could also
feel my dick swelling in my pants at the sight of the photo on the screen. Tom didn't look up at me, he just kept
staring at the monitor. I didn't say
anything, I just stood there. The only
sound was the hum of the computer. I
finally cleared my head and realized I had to come up with an explanation for
this or there was going to be hell to pay.
The easiest
way I could see to cover up this mess was to act stupid. "Where the hell did you find that?"
I asked.
Tom held up
the empty holder which had contained my zip disk. "I was looking for an empty disk to
create a back-up file, and I figured I'd make sure there was nothing on this
disk that you wanted. I thought "duplicates"
would be okay to erase if I had to."
He never looked at me as he spoke, he just kept staring at the photo on
the screen. Then he turned to look at
me, his expression was blank. I felt the
heat of embarrassment building up. I
could tell my face was turning red and I tried my best to calm myself. He pointed at the screen with his hand and
asked, "is that yours?"
Everything
within me said to deny everything. I
could say it must have been on the disk, and I had borrowed it from someone
else. Dozens of scenarios swam through
my brain, each one playing out quickly so I could judge how valid the lie would
sound. But he spoke again before I had
the chance to answer...
"It's
a really hot scene," he said turning back to the monitor. "I bet they both shoot their loads over
each other at the end of the match, unless the loser is the guy who cums
first."
I couldn't
speak. I felt the hairs on the back of
my neck standing up. I wasn't sure I had
heard him correctly, and I wasn't about to say anything to make this situation
worse. I couldn't have heard him
correctly! My arms felt as numb as the
pit that was forming in my stomach. If
Tom hadn't spoken again, I probably would have dropped both cans of soda, but
he turned towards me again with the slightest of smiles on his face.
"Are
you into that kind of thing?" his voice was soft and soothing, almost as
if he were growling the words, and I couldn't stop the swelling in my pants
now. "Have you ever done anything
like that?"
I shook my
head and said the stupidest thing that has ever escaped from my mouth. "No... I'm married."
Tom's smile
widened. He slid out of his chair and
stood in front of me, face to face. He
moved up against me just close enough so that our ties were touching. His breath was cool and gentle, caressing my
lips as he spoke. "I know you're
married... I have a girlfriend... that doesn't mean that I haven't sat up in
bed at night jerking off to guys wrestling on television... or imagined having
a wrestling match of my own with a certain married guy I see at the office
every day."
The cans of
soda fell from my hands and banged onto the carpeted floor. Tom and I were the same height, but I guessed
that he was about ten pounds heavier than I was. I had no idea what Tom had in mind. Was he testing me, to see what I would say
and then use it against me? My breathing
was building up momentum at the thought of finally having a hot wrestling
match... especially with someone I knew and felt comfortable with. Tom was my best friend around the office, and
since both of us usually worked late on the same projects we had found a lot of
interests that we shared and had even started spending time together outside of
work. I suppose I fantasized that we
shared the same interest in erotic wrestling, but knew that there was no chance
it could be true... until now.
"So...
would you be up for a little one on one?"
Tom pressed his body up closer to mine, his chest pressing into me
beneath the fabric of our shirts. He
looked me in the eyes and smiled the biggest smile I had ever seen. "I've been fantasizing about this
probably as long as you have... so why don't we live out our fantasy while we
have the chance?" Then, with his
eyebrows lowering a little and his tone growing deeper, he said, "unless you’re
afraid I'll kick your ass."
In my mind,
all the consequences and fears I had battled with my desire to say
"yes!" All those late-night
jerk-off session I had suffered over the years popped into my head. All I could focus on was the evenly matched
opponent standing nose to nose with me, waiting to strip and do a little
wrestling. I opened my mouth to try to
answer, but couldn't. I simply nodded.
Tom moved
back from me and began to loosen his tie.
"We'll strip to our underpants, unless you'd rather start out with
more clothing on."
I shook my
head, "I don't want to rip anything.
Underpants will be fine."
I pulled
everything off down to my white underpants.
I wished I had worn something more sexy, but my stomach hangs out more
with the three bikinis I own, so I didn't feel quite so "heavy". Tom stripped to boxers, leaving his clothes
and black suspenders neatly folded on my desk.
I tossed my clothing in a pile in the corner. We decided that anything was allowed, except
for anything that would cause a visible wound.
We moved my small conference table and chairs into a corner. This left us an open area between the door
and my desk for our fight. We stood
across the room from each other, and I saw that Tom was becoming as hard in his
boxers as I was in my briefs.
We moved up
to each other and shook hands. Then we
took a step back and our match began.
Neither of us had much wrestling experience, except for what we had seen
on television, and what I had downloaded from the internet. We locked up slowly, collar and elbow, and
pulled our bodies close. Tom skin felt
warm and he was as rock hard as I had imagined him to be. He wrapped his arm around my head and turned
to one side, squeezing a headlock on me.
I brought my hands around him, and tried to pull away from him.
Tom held
me in his headlock for a few moments, letting me get good and angry at not
being able to break out of it. He pulled
his arm off my head and moved in behind me, wrapping his arm around my
middle. He lifted me up off the floor
and squeezed his arms closed, forcing the air from my lungs quickly. I gasped and tried to inhale but all I could
was gasp and cough. Tom released his
arms and I landed on my feet, quickly catching my breath. I turned to face him.
"Are
you okay?" His look had changed
from excitement to worry.
I smiled
and nodded. "Don't let me go again
unless I give up," I asked calmly.
The warmth of his body and the feel of his arms around me had weakened
any hesitation I was having. I was ready
to wrestle, and I didn't want either one of us to hold back.
He smiled
and leaned forward, ready to start wrestling again. We moved in faster this time and he wrapped
his arms around my middle again, closing them behind my back and hoisting me up
on my toes. Again, he forced the air out
of me and I instantly regretted what I had told him. His arms were strong and closed around me
like tighter than I expected. I wrapped
my hands around his shoulders and fought back against his grip. I felt his lower body pressing into me, and
could feel his cock slam into mine from within our underpants.
I struggled
in his bearhug for what seemed like hours.
He continued to close it around me and I knew I had to figure out some
way of getting out of it and taking control of him for a while. We struggled around the room, gasping and
grunting as I fought to escape from him and he fought to hold on. Finally, I felt my ass slam into the edge of
my desk and quickly positioned myself for the counterattack. I leaned backwards across the desk, pulling
Tom down on top of me. I lifted my legs
up and wrapped them around his waist, locking my ankles behind his back. He leaned his head up, arching his body
upwards and moaning. I could feel his
bearhug weakening as I squeezed my legs tight around him.
He cried
out and released his arms from around me, leaning his hands on the desk to try
to push himself away. I kept my legs
wrapped around him tight but could feel the muscles in my thighs starting to
burn. Too many hours of sitting in front
of a computer and not enough exercise, I thought to myself. I loosened my legs and let him pry himself
free, and he stumbled away from me to the center of the room. I got up from the desk and went towards him
again.
We wrestled
for almost an hour, applying almost every hold we could think of to each
other. Boston crabs, figure-four
leglocks, camel clutches, surfboards, leg splits, full nelsons, bearhugs... Tom
would apply a hold to me, then release me from it and wait for me to put him in
it. We submitted to each other numerous times,
each time we would wait a little bit longer before we released the other from
the hold. We were soaked with sweat and
finally had to stop to wipe each other down using a roll of paper towels I kept
in one of my cabinets. We started
wrestling again after a fifteen-minute break and started attacking the other
man's gut this time. Tom applied a claw
just above my naval and squeezed the flesh.
Neither of us was concerned with being co-workers any longer, the
wrestling had reverted to its primal nature and we were attacking each other
with full energy.
I was able
to pull backwards from him and escape his stomach claw, and moved to put Tom in
an abdominal stretch when his dick pressed through the slit of his boxers and
stretched out in front of him. I was
grapevined around Tom's body, almost about to lock his arm behind mine and
start stretching him when it happened.
We were breathing hard and fast and the sweat was covering us
again. Tom looked down at his exposed
cock and then looked up at me. I reached
down and took hold of it with my free hand and pulled on it. There were either two reactions Tom was going
to have. One option was he would break
away from me and start punching me until he loosened a few teeth.
Instead, he
leaned his head back and moaned. I
stretched him out in the hold, securing his arm underneath my own, and squeezed
and pulled at his rock-hard dick. It
felt hot and unusual. The sensation of
torturing a cock that wasn't my own was more than I think I was ready to handle
tonight, but I was doing it anyway. I
pressed my hand inside the slit of Tom's boxers, cupped my hand around his
balls, and squeezed them a little. Tom
cried out, trying to break out of the abdominal stretch. I squeezed his balls again and he quieted
town, wincing and turning to look at me.
"What
are you gonna do?" His eyes were
pleading. His mouth open as he gasped
for air.
I answered
him by gliding my hand up and down his cock again. I moved it slowly up the length to the tip,
and glided my fingers along the piss slit.
Then I slid my hand down the length of his shaft again. He shook his head and clenched his eyes
shut.
"No,
man!" He cried out, shaking his
head as he spoke.
I pulled my
hand away and loosened the submission hold I had him in. He moved forward a few steps and turned to
face me.
"I'm
sorry," I said.
"You've wanted to have a 'first to cum loses' wrestling match,
haven't you?" His question was
matter-of-fact. There was no hesitation
in his voice.
"I've
thought about it. I've seen a few photos
from that kind of match."
"I've
thought about it too," he said.
"We've gone this far... why not go all the way and do the kind of
wrestling we want to do?"
I wasn't
thinking about anything but having Tom trapped in the abdominal stretch and
stroking on his cock while he rolled his head back and forth and pleaded for me
to stop. I waited for my dream to end,
any moment I would wake up in my bed, soaking wet with sweat and my cock
straining to rip through the front of my briefs.
But I knew
from the sweat rolling off my body and the throbbing in my cock that I wasn't
dreaming. I agreed to the new terms for
the match.
Tom and I
moved in again, only this time our hands went for each other's baskets. We pulled at the other man's underwear,
trying to pry it off his body. I was
concentrating too hard on his genitals to notice Tom staring at my hard
nipples. He leaned down and before I
could pull away, he wrapped his arms behind my back and took my left tit in his
mouth. His teeth squeezed down on it and
I squealed as he glided his teeth across it.
He pulled on it, sucking it with his lips before letting it pop from his
mouth, and then went to work on my right one.
I was swelling with sensations as he molested my nipples with his
mouth. I cried out in short gasps and
tried to pull away from him, but couldn't.
I dropped
to my knees and Tom fell to his knees with me.
He leaned us to one side until we were laying across the carpet, and he
rolled me onto my back. He released my
nipples and brought his hands up from around me. His fingers then went to work on my chest,
twisting and pulling at my nipples again with more force than his mouth had done. His fingers were ice cold and my tits were
starting to throb from his attack. I
reached up and began to twist and pull on his nipples. We lay on the carpet, Tom straddling me, the
both of us pulling, twisting and squeezing the other man's tits while we
clenched our teeth and eyes and gasped in ecstasy.
Tom let go
of my nipples and pulled my hands away from his chest. He forced my arms at my sides and quickly
spun himself around so that he was facing my feet now. He straddled me again, trapping my arms
beneath his legs. His hands caressed my
lower abdomen and thighs for a few moments until I felt his fingers take hold
of the waistband of my briefs. At that
moment I stopped struggling and he felt my body freeze up. He turned his head back to look at me and
asked if I was certain I wanted to do this.
His fingers slid beneath my waistband, waiting for my answer.
Gasping, as
if my mind were trying to stop my, I cried out "do it".
He pulled
my briefs down and my cock popped out from within. Tom held my briefs with one hand and took my
cock with his other. His fingers touched
it slowly, allowing me to feel the sensations as he took a firm grip of it. When he squeezed my cock, I felt as if I were
going to shoot my load at that moment. I
squeezed my fists closed and shut my eyes.
"Oh, noooo!" I cried out.
I could feel the sensations starting to build in my lower abdomen and
didn't think I had the power to stop myself from cumming. I had waited so long for this chance, and now
it was going to be over so quickly.
But Tom let
go of me. My cock slapped up into my
stomach and I was able to regain control of myself. He stood up and moved down my body, pulling
at the waistband of my briefs until he snapped them from around my feet. I lay on the floor naked and excited. I got to my feet, my dick pointing in Tom's
direction. I imagined that both of us
were ready to shoot our loads without too much stimulation. Tom had figured this out too, and he didn't
want the match to end quickly either. I
would find out later that this was the reason he had stopped stroking me.
"I'm
so fucking turned on," Tom said.
His body was trembling. "I'm
not going to last much longer... and neither are you." The smile on his face was wide, he was thoroughly
enjoying himself.
I could
feel my body shaking. Every inch of me
was filled with sexual tension. I
thought about what he must be thinking... about the kind of wrestling match he
must have been fantasizing about for all these years. If he was as similar to me as I hoped he was,
he would want to do everything that I had dreamed about. I resolved to make this as memorable for both
of us as I could.
I smiled
and said "You'll blow your nuts dry before you get your hand on my cock
again."
Tom shook
his head and said "I'll even give you an advantage, fucker." My cock jumped on "fucker" and Tom
saw it. He reached down and yanked his
boxers off, catching his erect dick in the waistband and pulling it down before
it was free and snapped up towards his stomach.
He let the boxers drop to his feet and stepped out of them. My eyes widened when I finally saw his
monster dick. It was seven inches of
thick, cut meat that was red and throbbing and anxious to blow its load.
"I'll
squeeze the come from your nuts, asshole."
he said with a grin. He then slid
his hand to his balls and rolled them in his fingers so that I could get a good
look at them. They were big, solid orbs
nested in his bush of dark brown pubic hair.
Suddenly, moving so quickly I couldn't react in time, Tom lunged over to
me and squatted down. He opened his
mouth and swallowed the length of my cock, pressing his lips around my thick
seven inches until his moustache was brushing up against my pubic hair. My hands dug into his back and I almost
shrieked as I leaned forward over top of him.
Slowly he pulled his lips off of me, gliding them along the length of my
rod and holding the head in his mouth for a moment before sliding the length of
it back into his mouth again. His mouth
was hot and wet and glided up and down my shaft easily. He was slow and careful, making sure each
inch felt as much of his blow job as I could handle. His teeth brushed into the flesh and I
dropped my mouth open, getting ready to cum into his mouth, when he pulled away
and looked up at me.
"I
never did that to another guy," he said.
"I've thought about it enough times, but I've never done it. I didn't think you'd let me if I gave you the
chance to think about it first."
I just
looked at him. The orgasm was subsiding
again, but much more slowly this time.
Then he wrapped his hand around my balls and his other hand around my
cock and started stroking me while he rolled my balls in his fingers. Again, I gripped into his shoulders and cried
out in short, loud cries.
I pleaded
for him to stop. Through gasps and moans
I begged him to stop. "No!... Tom,
please!! Tom...oh, stop! Stop!!"
"If I
stop, I don't win." He started
stroking me faster. I bent forward,
leaning across his shoulder as he milked my cock. I looked down and saw that I could reach his
ass, and I grabbed for it. I took each
cheek in my hands and split it apart, stretching his crack wide open.
Tom gasped
and dropped his hand from my balls, and it was enough for me to pull backwards
and away from his grasp. "Oh, you
really want to play dirty, huh?!" he said, the smile never leaving his
face. He moved forward, rising from his
knees and pressing the full weight of his body against me, tackling me
backwards into the desk again. I fell
across the top on my back. Tom climbed
up onto the desk and straddled my chest again.
"I can
play rough too, bitch!" He had a
grin on his face that made me want to submit to whatever he wanted to do to me,
but I played along with his evil wrestling persona and slapped my hands into
the desk, flopping around like a fish out of water and trying to recover from
whatever it was he was going to make me endure.
He picked up my multi-line phone and set it next to my head. While he reached for that I went for his cock
again, stroking it with one hand while I tugged at his pubic hair with the
other. He grabbed both of my wrists,
moved my hands away from his groin and stretched them up above my head. He held them down with one of his hands while
he quickly grabbed the receiver off the phone.
He stretched the cord and wrapped it around my wrists. I was suddenly terrified, becoming aware at
that moment that Tom was tying me up.
"What
the fuck are you doing?!" There was
panic in my voice and he knew it. I
tried to shift my weight to throw him off of me but couldn't.
"I'm
playing rough," he said softly, his voice soothing and his face calm. He was smiling that damn gorgeous smile
again. "I won't hurt you, I promise."
I
relaxed. I believed him and, besides, I
was this far into the game so why start to worry now? He secured the cord around my wrists and
threw the receiver and the base unit to the floor where it crashed with a loud
thud. The phone became caught under the
edge of my desk and my hands were now trapped above my head. He brushed his hand across my face and
grinned.
"You're gonna like this," he said with a smirk.
He stood up
and walked across the room to where his pile of clothing lay. He grabbed his suspenders and came back to
the desk, placing the thick black elastic between my legs. He shoved one half under my body, reached
beneath me and grabbed it beneath the small of my back while the pulled the
other half up the front of my body. It
was now as if I were straddling an elastic rope. Slowly he stretched it up towards my head so
that it began to press into my balls.
"Ohhhh!!! Ohhhh,
owww!!" I cried out, playing out
the fantasy for him that I knew he wanted to see. The pressure building on my balls was nothing
I hadn't done to myself already, but I cried out as if in agony as he forced
them up into my rock-hard dick. He
loosened the suspenders and looked at me.
I shook my head, letting him know that I was okay, and he smiled again
and started stretching out the suspenders to torture me more.
"Oh,
man! You fuckin' bastard!! Ohhh, no!
No! No! No!"
I arched my back and tried to get him off of me, but I was draped over
the desk too high off the floor to be able to secure my feet or free my
arms. He stretched his suspenders into
my nuts for a little while before growing bored with it. He then threw his suspenders across the room
and crawled up onto the desk, straddling me and taking my cock in his hand. I could tell from the look in his eyes. This time he was going for the kill.
"You
got me, Tom." My body was
shivering, waiting for him to finish me off.
I wanted to cum so badly that if he released me, I would have stroked
myself off just to relieve the intense pressure. "Please... please just make me do
it!"
"You're giving up that easy?"
"Yes... yes..."
"You
want to cum bad, don't you?"
"Yes! Please, yes!!"
"What
if I give you a little more incentive to fight back?"
"What?! What do you
mean," I asked?
"I
mean, if I get you to cum now" and as he said that he began to stroke my
cock slowly, "I leave you tied up like this but I call security to check
your office after I leave."
I didn't
know if he was serious or not, but I felt energy flowing back into me. "And what do I get if I get you to
cum?"
"You're not going to ask me if I'm serious or not?"
I grinned
at him and he smiled back. "If
you're that anxious for me to continue to fight what do I get if I get you to
cum?"
"If
you get me to cum, I don't call security."
One thing
about Tom, he's great with computers but lousy at tying knots. I realized that my hands were actually pretty
loose and slid one hand out of the phone cord.
I freed my other hand and leaned up, reaching for Tom, who instantly
started pumping away at my dick with everything he had. I leaned forward enough to be able to reach
between his legs and pull at his balls.
He leaned his head back and cried out, and stopped stroking long enough
for me to be able to slide away and get to my feet.
We moved
away from the desk and locked up again in the center of the room. I moved in fast this time and was able to
wrap my arm around Tom's head and squeeze it tight. He wrapped one arm behind my back and the
other went for my crotch, but I grabbed it with my free arm while closing my
other arm around his head. He clawed his
way through the air, fighting against my grip to reach my throbbing cock merely
inches from his hand. His fingers
brushed against my cockhead and scratched at it, trying to gain more leverage
and pull it into his grip. I jerked my
hips backwards out or his reach, but I lost my leverage and he was able to snap
backwards out of the headlock. He moved
up in front of me and threw his arms around my body in another bearhug.
This time
he squeezed me tightly, no playing around anymore. He lifted me off the floor and carried me
across the room until he slammed into the wall.
I let out a loud groan. Tom
pulled back from me, grabbed my wrists and stretched my arms to my sides. He had me firmly "crucified"
against the wall. Our eyes met and we
glared at each other, ready to finish the hot battle we had begun nearly two
hours ago. He began to press his swollen
cock into my groin, thrusting it into my balls and cock like a swordsman. I moaned and was submissive at first,
allowing him to torture me with his rod mercilessly while I squeezed my eyes
shut and rolled my head back and forth.
"What's wrong..." he said though quick, heavy breaths. "You never... imagined... cockfighting
before?"
Of course,
I had, and it took me a moment to forget the sensations that we flooding my
body and return to the reality of our combat.
We thrust our cocks into each other, sliding our heads along the length
of the other man's meat and thrusting them into our nuts. Suddenly Tom threw his arms down and wrapped
them around my waist, and I brought my arms around his body and clasped them
behind his back. Now our cocks wrestled
each other madly, grinding and throbbing as we slammed our hips back and
forth. Tom's face pressed against
mine. His hair was matted with sweat and
his cheeks burned. Our breathing was
heavy and we grunted and moaned into each other's ears.
I don't
know how I was able to last as long as we did, but after a few minutes I felt
Tom trying to break away from the cockfight.
He struggled in my arms, trying to pull himself free. My arms tightened around his body and refused
to let him escape. His eyes were
clenched tight and his teeth were grinding, and he was shaking his head -
trying to clear his mind.
"N-no... no..." His
breathing was increasing and I started thrusting my cock into his balls,
sliding my head along the length of his shaft as I did. He jerked his body backwards but I held onto
him.
"No...
oh, no... please... please... no, no, no..."
I grinned
as I felt the muscles in his body tensing.
"You're gonna cum... aren't you?"
He nodded
frantically. He tried in vain to push
himself out of my bearhug but I refused to let him escape. I didn't want the match to end but the
sensations were overpowering both of us now.
I wanted to win the match and have him shoot his cum in defeat so I
shifted my attack and started brushing my cock along the length of the
underside of his cock. He moaned and
gripped my shoulders.
"Oh,
no!" He cried out. His knees bent as he started to collapse, and
I knew he was seconds away from losing.
"Do
it, fucker!" I commanded.
He shook his head but I could tell from the
expression on his face, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth in a perfect
"O", that he was past the point of holding back and was going to
erupt.
"Cum!" I grunted
through clenched teeth. I shoved my cock
into his nuts and began to rub it into the base of his shaft.
His fists
clenched and he threw his head back. He
was fighting to keep himself from cumming but I wasn't letting him out of this
hold and he was too weak and dazed with the orgasm he was struggling to contain
to fight back effectively.
"Please..." he cried out.
"Please..."
"It's
all over, buddy!" I whispered back.
"No! Please no!"
"Cum
on me, baby!!" He squealed at the
sound of my sexual command and I knew it was over. "I want to feel your hot cum on
me."
"Oh,
no!! No, no... I'm cumming! Oh, no!
I'm cumming! I'm
cummmmm..." He leaned his head back
and let out a low, guttural moan. I
looked down and thrust my cock into his balls as his own cock erupted with a
huge spasm of cum up into my stomach and down onto my cock. As my cock felt his cum begin to coat it, I
threw my head back and released my own load up into Tom's still shooting
rod. I felt him slipping down and could
no longer hold the both of us up. We
slid to the floor and landed on our knees, both of us gasping and wheezing
while our cocks finished shooting onto each other.
Tom opened
his eyes and smiled at me. I smiled
back.
"Congratulations," he said.
"Yeah," I said with a grin.
Slowly I began to catch my breath and looked over at him to smile. "I'm sorry it's over, but I told you
you'd blow your load first."
Tom leaned
over... the faintest of smiles on his lips.
He raised an eyebrow at me. "Who said it's over? I thought this match was the best two falls
out of three."
phew, that was an incredibly hot story!
ReplyDeleteGREAT story! Love to read more fights like this...good back and forth with the winner not being known until the very end!
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