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BD was down! I just about had him in a figure 4 headlock between my legs, pulling his arm through rubbing against my pink speedo – trying to get him in a position to choke him out. We were both grunting and groaning with the strain early in our match.

But – I don’t know how this happened - somehow he quickly escaped and mounted me. I struggled fiercely - pushing BD’s face away while arching my back. “Fuck you! I’m not going down again!” I yelled through clenched teeth.

“This will end up like all our other matches,” he said. “With you shooting like a fire hose!”

Jesus Christ! I could NOT lose the first fall!

I just couldn’t.

Five years of his trash talk I’d endured. Yeah, he beat me – sometimes worse than others. We’d wrestled about ten matches in all.

But I had been gaining on him. I had almost beat him. That is, until our most recent match before this. That’s when he kicked my ass and made me pay for it with a cum kiss and blow job stakes.

Not only did he beat me, but he also made me write a blog post about it from his point of view. When all the guys on Meetfighters read it and started giving me shit about it, did BD defend me? Did he tell the guys that I was NOT a jobber? Did he reply to their messages that I had nearly beat him before?

NO!

All he did was pile on the trash talk.

This pissed me off big time! As I thought of that I got a surge of adrenalin. BD was attempting to put an arm bar on me, his black Gary Marjdell brand pouch speedo grinding against the same brand of pink speedo he made me wear in humiliation. I wasn’t going to let him defeat me though. And if he got the first fall on me and had time to work my nuts according to our five minute rule match, that would have put me at a tremendous disadvantage.

That’s because at the end of each fall, the winner gets time to work the other guy’s cock and balls. The loser of the fall just has to lie there and take it. Each fall adds one minute to the time you have to endure getting your balls massaged, and your cock sucked, lubed, wanked, whatever. In a first to cum loses match, each fall puts you closer to shooting your man juices thereby losing the match, meaning that you become your opponent’s bitch.

So I didn’t have any intention of losing this first fall. “AARRRRGGGGGHHHHH” I screamed as he rolled off to the side. I rolled with him. He ducked – giving me the opportunity to wrap my powerful thighs around his head. I quickly did so – applying as much pressure as I could!

I felt his hands grab my knees. “NO!” he grunted, trying to separate my knees from his ears. I squeezed even harder.

I could feel the life draining from him. He wasn’t struggling as fiercely. “This HAS GOT to HURT!” I yelled, pressing my knees with more force against his ears.

He tapped! YES!

He flopped down on the mat, rubbing his ears that were now beat red.

“Seven minutes Bill!” I exclaimed, my nose mere centimeters from his. I smirked at him while narrowing my eyes. “We agreed to seven minutes on the first fall! And I’m allowed to REACH IN TOO!”

Our normal rules did not allow any reach in on the first fall, which was only 5 minutes. So you could do anything you wanted to on the OUTSIDE of your opponent’s Speedo, but not reach inside. Our NEW rules allowed for more time (7 minutes) AND allowed for reach in!

“It’s only the first fall,” Bill calmly replied, his eyes looking past me, trying to seem nonchalant about his sub. But he was breathing deeply, and his dick was clearly inflating inside his Speedo. I was on my knees next to him, my fingers cupping his balls, lightly tickling them through the nylon.

I kissed him, moving my fingers up from his balls, pressing his nylon-clad dick, feeling it harden even more. He moaned gently, then pushed me off him. “You need to start the timer, Brian! No more working me until you do that!”

I smirked at him, not saying anything in response. I just started the cell phone timer, then quickly mounted him in a 69 position, crossing my legs behind his head so his nose was pressed into my pink Speedo clad ass. He reached up and started massaging my muscular bubble-butt, which felt good. I pulled down his Speedo and took his mostly hard member into my mouth. I heard him gasp a deep breath, indicating that he hadn’t expected me to get that aggressive that quickly.

He pressed his thumbs into my balls, obviously trying to distract me, but it wouldn’t work. Oh it felt good and I was getting hard as he put light pressure on my nuts, but I was determined to win today. I continued to suck him for a while, noticing his body tense some, then relax. He couldn’t help himself, moaning in pleasure. My tongue flickered under his knob causing him to squirm some more.

“You like this don’t you?” I taunted.

He didn’t reply.

“Ok – let’s see what else we can do,” I said, reaching out to the edge of the mat where I kept the bottle of lube. I squirted some into my palm then worked it up and down his now throbbing member.

“Oh Geez! You’re going to finish me off on the first fall?” BD asked.

“No, I’m just getting you all worked up the way you usually do to me,” I answered, using one hand to stroke him while my other hand continued to work his nuts.

Before I knew it the timer sounded, indicating that my time to work BD was up for this fall. He pulled up his Speedo and raised slowly from the mat. My guess was that he was a little dizzy from the work over. “You’re MINE!” I chortled. “And I’m calling BOOSTER!” I said with raised eyebrows.

That meant that if I won the next fall I got an extra two minutes to work him, but if he got me he’d get an extra three. So no matter who won this fall the other guy would have to endure ten full minutes of getting his package worked silly.

“Oh that was cocky of you.” BD said, just getting to his knees ready to wrestle.

Before he was ready I lunged at BD, hoping to get another quick fall and do him in. I reached for his head in an effort to push him down toward the mat and mount him from behind.

Except BD anticipated the move, sweeping my arm away so I was sideways to him. He tackled me, my arms and legs flailing as I hit the mat on my side, with BD pounding on top of me.

“NO YOU DON’T!” I yelled.

“Oh I have you NOW Brian!” BD chortled. And he did. My head was locked under his arm, and he had my right arm twisted unnaturally behind my back. It hurt like hell.

“FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK!” It hurt so bad!

“You BETTER tap!” he warned.

“OKAY! OKAY! I GIVE!”

“You give WHAT?” he asked.

“NOOOOOOO. FUCK YOU!” I said, knowing full well what he wanted me to say just like the last match. BD torqued my arm back, causing that much more pain. “sir”. I said softly.

“What was that?” he chided.

“I FUCKIN SAID IT!”

BD paused, and it seemed he was going to say something more but released my arm. “So you were saying?” He said sarcastically. “It seems that the tables are turned,” he added while climbing on top of me 69 style, already rubbing the outside of my Speedo. I felt my dick hardening as BD used his fingers to rub along my Speedo’s seam and then lightly massage my balls.

“Shit!” I exhaled.

“You like that?!” BD laughed, pulling down my Speedo, as my dick bounced up to attention. He took me in his mouth, his tongue running up and down my member.

“OOOOOoooooooooooohhhhhhh” I breathed, spreading my toes involuntarily. BD sucked me for a solid minute, as I felt my man juices welling up and my balls get hard. That’s when he put me back inside of my Speedo.

“Get on all fours” he commanded, raising his body off mine. As he lifted himself our sweaty bodies stuck together, stretching our skin as he disengaged. I slowly complied with his demand, wondering what he was going to do next.

BD bent over me, his lips next to my ear. “You know, I should drill you right here and now.” He pressed his Speedo against the back of my leg, showing me that he was hard and ready to go.

I turned my head, looking at him out of the corner of my eye. I could see his sneering face. “You haven’t won yet, mister.” I answered. “First to cum loses match, you know.”

With that he reached between my legs and worked my balls, spreading his fingers, running them up my Speedo to my knob where he squeezed it gently then returned. My body quivered slightly, as I hoped he didn’t notice it.

“Ahhhhhhhhh” he whispered into my ear. “Yes, you are getting to the point where you just want to cum don’t you?”

“Nah,” I said through bated breath, but hoping I could hang on til the end of this fall, not sure that I would. I glanced over at the smartphone, which read 2:42 left until the end of this round of torture. That’s when I felt my Speedo get pulled off and that bastard starting rimming me. “OH FUCK!” I exhaled, my body now quaking. He had also put some lube in his palm and was working my dick while his tongue danced in and around my hole. My brain short-circuited from the intense feelings.

The fwap fwap fwap sound of my lubed dick getting wanked coupled with the feeling of him licking my ass was just about too much. But somehow I held on. The alarm sounded, ending this session. I scrambled away as fast as I could.

“So you ready for the next round?” BD called out to me, taking a swig from his bottle of water. I did the same from mine. The sweat was pouring off me. I pulled my pink pouch Speedo back on, but it was now squishy wet from the workout. A mix of my precum and sweat gave it a certain pungent odor, but hopefully I’d be sticking it in BD’s face soon.

Before he could even put his water down I tackled him. “HEY!” he yelled. I pushed his shoulders down so his back was on the mat, climbing up his torso, my knees digging into his shoulders.

“You asked if I was ready!” I laughed.

“UNNNNNNNNNGGGGHHHHHHH” he grunted, trying to push me off. But I’m a thick, muscular guy, which makes it extremely tough to do so. As I was pulling my way up his body I grabbed his left foot and pulled it up over his head, folding his body in two while wrapping my right foot under his left leg, pulling it up.

“HAH!” I cried out wrapping him up completely in a spladle!!!! He was done!!!!!! I split his legs apart causing him to scream in agony.

“I GIVE I GIVE I GIVE” he screamed, tapping the mat furiously.

“I give what?” I smirked at him, continuing the pressure on his hamstrings.

“Mother fucker!” he yelled. But I didn’t say anything and kept the pressure on. “sir!” he finally said.

“ALLRIGHT!” I happily shrieked releasing his legs. BD furrowed his brow, looking at me as if I was the biggest cheater this side of the Mississippi. But I didn’t care. I had him for 8 minutes now. That should be enough time to finish him off, I thought.

I stripped my wet pink Speedo off and walked on my knees over to him. BD’s eyes got large as he realized what I was about to do. I took my malodorous Speedo and placed it over his face, with the pouch right up against his nose. “BASTARD!” he said.

I stripped his black pouch Speedo off him and put it on me before climbing onto him 69 and starting the timer. “REALLY?!” he said. “I can’t believe you just did that!”

Without answering him I massaged his cock and balls, moving his man juices into prime position. As his dick grew I took it in my mouth, moving my tongue up and down his shaft while my fingers explored his balls and his hole.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm” he moaned as his body quaked, and his hips slowly gyrated in rhythm with my sucking and stroking.

I narrated my workover of him while doing it. “I’m going to tickle your nuts now,” I began, lightly caressing them as they got hard and recessed up into his body. “Now I’m going to suck you for a minute,” I said before before doing so. My lips pressed firmly right under his knob while I circled my tongue around and then back down his shaft and up it.

That’s when it happened. “Keep up the pressure,” he coached! My God! He wanted to cum now! BD had NEVER conceded defeat like this. I squirted a glob of the lube into my palm and worked him silly. “oooooooohhhhhhh” BD moaned, his dick growing in my grasp. “I think I’m close….” he gasped.

With that I wrapped my lips around his member, taking him deep into my throat. He was lightly thrusting and moaning. I cupped his hard nuts in my fingers, pushing them up into his body cavity. My losing streak against the great BD was about to cum to a glorious end!

His back arched as he let out a primal grunt "Aaauuuuuuaaarrr" He shot deep into my mouth, I felt the squirt, squirt, squirt while I kept massaging his balls and sucking him. He started to laugh and squirm violently as I wouldn’t let up. It must have tickled like hell!

Now it was time for the coupe de grace. I pivoted around leaning over him, pulling my sweaty Speedo off his face. He knew what this was, closing his eyes as our lips locked. I pushed his cum deep into his throat with my tongue!!!! GULP GULP GULP I heard. After five years I got to give him a huge cum kiss! I had won! I jumped up, whooping and hollering, stamping my bare feet into the mat!”

He laughed, realizing what had happened. Some of his cum was dripping out the side of his lips, so I took my finger and scooped it up and made him swallow it as he had done to me in the past. I collapsed next to him, massaging myself through his black Speedo that I now wore, getting a hard on.

“So you get the stakes now,” he said.

“YES I DO!” I answered happily.