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I had asked him to wear one of his sexy Speedos for our next match, which was months in the making, as madeincanada (MIC) lives in Toronto—a place that I don’t often frequent. He arrived at my hotel room, we embraced, after which he stripped down to a fucking hot blue N2N pouch low-rise bikini with a half net/mesh back exposing his tight little left butt cheek. His member hung nicely in the pouch, begging me to fondle it before we got down to business.

My dick grew inside of my aussiebum royal blue bikini brief as we groped and kissed. His fingers lightly cupped and worked my balls while I alternated between brushing my fingers across his nylon-clad cock and using the heel of my palm to apply more pressure. I also cupped his balls through the nylon. MIC groaned as he grew harder, and I felt my heart rate and respiration increase.

In the middle of a deep kiss I pushed him down onto the bed in an attempt to mount him, believing that surprise would help my cause. While I outweigh MIC by a good 30 pounds, he has always been able to melt and consequently dominate me in our wrestling matches. MIC’s wrestling skills are superb, but that hasn’t deterred me. I know that I should be able to dominate him as I’m a good athlete while not a great wrestler, but my muscle and weight advantage have always instilled unfounded confidence when I’m against him.

But he somehow knows how to get the better of me.

As quickly as I jumped on him he somehow reversed me. Finding myself mounted and on my back I knew that this wasn’t a great start. Our plan was to wrestle back and forth for a time in the hotel before going to MIC’s place where we would have the main event—an oil match—first to cum loses.

His hands locked down my wrists, his weight pressing down on me, immobilizing me—at least temporarily. “You’re in a familiar position I see jobber,” MIC taunted. I struggled to reverse, but his surprising strength kept me pinned on the mattress.

“On the mats you’ll have a tougher time with me stud,” I cautioned. “I’m sunk into this mattress so it’s hard to reverse you.”

“Always an excuse for you jobber,” MIC replied, lowering his face next to mine. I knew what was coming next, as he kissed my neck and ear, his tongue tickling and exploring me. Goose bumps formed on my skin as I audibly gasped.

Shit! I thought. I was melting again.

He kept me down like that for what seemed like an eternity. I was mounted, with his hips grinding me in numerous attempts to grapevine my legs as I struggled to resist. Our nylon-clad dicks jousting felt great to both of us, as we were hard as rocks. Suddenly I found myself schoolboy pinned. MIC reached back, aggressively working my package with one hand while he pulled his hard cock out of his N2N, stuffing it into my mouth.

“Suck THAT jobber!” MIC chortled, clearly enjoying his command. Having no choice I took his cock between my lips, at the same time feeling myself well up, my balls growing hard, starting to pull back into my body. His back arched and he exhaled as I ran my tongue under his knob.

I attempted a reverse by lifting my hips and legs in an attempt to get my feet around his head and pull him down off me. He dodged my feet. That’s when he decided to teach me a lesson. BAM! I got gut punched!

“OOOOOOOF” I grunted in pain, tensing my abs and pulling my knees up to shield myself from another round. MIC pushed my knees out of the way and hit me again. Then again. I kept trying to guard myself with my knees only to have him push them out of the way and punch me again. “UUUUGGGHHHH,” “UUUUNNNHHHHHH” “OOOOOF” I struggled. MIC wasn’t hitting me too hard that it killed, but hard enough that I got the message.

“You have enough?” He asked.

“Fuck….” I replied. He climbed off me, letting me up.

“I’ll give you another chance,” he said. I didn’t really want it that way, feeling humiliated.

I nonetheless rose to my knees on the mattress. MIC had this shit eating grin on his face that I desperately wanted to wipe off. We were both still hard. “Let’s change into other gear,” MIC said, grabbing his backpack. He threw out a Stars and Stripes thong for me to wear while he put on a Canadian maple leaf Speedo. MIC is an unabashed Canadian national, proud of his nationality. He loves to abuse his American counterparts.

Shaking my head, I slipped out of my Aussiebum and put on the thong while MIC stepped into his red, grey and white Canadian national Speedo. Adjusting my package, MIC stepped behind me, running his hands on my bare ass cheeks. “You’ve always had a nice ass!” he said, then suddenly pushed me forward onto the bed, mounting my back, putting me in a full nelson before I knew it.

“FUCKER!” I yelled. I thought we were going to do more back and forth in the hotel—it turned out it was ending up more of a kick Brian’s ass in the hotel warm up to the oil match to come.

MIC just laughed at me in response, grinding his package into my ass. Then he started with the neck and ear kissing again. My dick was welled up. I soooo wanted to cum. I was able to roll out from under him though, and get him in a headlock. I torqued him as he wrapped his arms around my midsection. He tried to squeeze me in a sort-of bear hug but it had no effect.

I was really squeezing his skull hard though. Finally I was inflicting some damage on him. “You give?” I asked, continuing the squeeze.

No response.

He was wiggling, and I was trying to hang onto him but our bodies were slick from sweat. Damn! He escaped my hold.

We were back on our knees, locking our fingers of each hand together. That’s when MIC pulled me forward, a trick I fell for the last time we wrestled, so it frustrated me when I fell for it again! As I lurched forward landing on my stomach MIC quickly mounted my back, pulling off my thong in one move, and pulling his off as Speedo well.

He torqued my left arm behind my back, causing me to howl in pain. Just as I was considering how to get out of this mess, he wrapped his right arm around my throat, pressing his flesh into my neck. I was going to go out so I tapped. “I GIVE! I GIVE!”

He released me and threw me down on the mattress. I was still on my stomach. “Get on all fours!" MIC barked. I did as told. With both hands he spread my cheeks apart and spit into my hole. He started to rim me.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuccccckkkkkk” I gasped.

He had also reached around me and was working my dick hard. The rimming continued for quite some time. I was his. I didn’t care what was going to happen anymore. He stuck his middle finger into my tight hole, feeling around, trying to get it to relax and expand some. “Like that fucker?” MIC asked.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm” I groaned. From my all fours position he rolled me over, straddling my face in a 69 position. He stuck his dick into my mouth again, while he took mine in his. “OOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” was all I could mumble. He got me super hard then started to alternate sucking and wanking me. He was going in for the kill.

I felt my balls tighten. MIC must have noticed that too as his fingers lightly tickled their undersides. He pressed into the flesh between my balls and my ass. I was welling up for a huge explosion. Meanwhile his cock was growing in my mouth.

He started wanking me forming an “okay” sign with his index finger and thumb, quickly stroking me right under my knob. When I would get a little dry he’d wet me up good by sucking me for a minute then go back to wanking. I was slowly squirming from the sensations. It wouldn’t be long now.

“You are my bitch fucker” MIC proclaimed, continuing the stroking.

I couldn’t suck him anymore as I was breathing too heavy. “AAAAAAAAAANNNNNHHHHHHHHHH” I groaned releasing a huge load.

“YEAH THAT’S IT!” MIC said, rubbing my juices into my abs and torso. I let out a huge groan from my climax.

MIC was now sitting on my face, wanking himself. His short staccato breathing made it evident that he was close as well.

Exhausted, I grabbed his right foot, massaging his sole. I could feel his body shudder as he neared his own climax. “AAAAHHHHHHHHHH” he yelled as he shot all over my torso. It must have been a huge load by the way it felt. He rubbed his jizz in with mine across my body.

He slowly changed positions so now in a schoolboy pin on me again, his knees next to my ears. Smiling broadly He took his wet, deflating cock and stroked it across my face. I grimaced as his jizz dripped over my eyes, nose and mouth.

MIC collapsed down on me, his face next to mine. It felt good to have his hot sweaty body on top of mine, our deflating, wet, sticky packages in contact with one another.

“So you wanna head over to my place for the real action?” MIC asked, smiling.

“Man do I want this oil match with you! You’re gonna get yours when we do this” I said.

“You’re my fucking jobber and will stay that way…” MIC replied….