1 comments/ 33470 views/ 5 favorites Cock Fight By: Donick It is a ring of fire. Flames reach knee-high. They flick and twitch like laughing devils. Spectators line the ring - beautiful women in evening dresses and sparkling jewelry and gentlemen in tuxedos smoking cigars. Naked, bloody men grin lecherously after their victories. Between each match, hands exchange money and women stand on their tiptoes to kiss the winner's cheek. I am a fighter in this ring. My name is Diego. My father immigrated to America from Spain many years ago. He carried me along with him, but my mother remained behind. As a child, I remember my mother cradling me to her breast and rocking me in a worn rocking chair; then one morning my father and I left, and my mother no longer held me. I missed her and cried to my father, but he slapped me; and I never cried again. Even when the Steel Warrior destroyed me, bashing every tooth from my mouth, I did not cry. I miss my mother, I miss my ear pressed against the soft flesh of her breast, I miss the tenderness, but I find alternatives, other ways to feel cared for, to feel touched. My trainer, Serga, tapes my fists, whispers to me about strength, about endurance and courage, and I see my mother in his caring and concerned eyes. He rubs my shoulders as I walk to the ring. The crowd parts for my entrance. Women gaze down at my nakedness; their tongues wet their glossy lips. I feel the pulse of lust engorge my penis. I smell the women's perfume; I see their cleavage - supple and serene. I see the declivity of their crotch, their pubis-bones pressed against their slinky dresses, and I yearn to put myself inside them, to stroke myself back into the womb. As I walk to the ring, I imagine droplets of blood seeping from wounds: a busted lip, a sliced eyebrow, and a smashed nose. Droplets flow down my face and drip from my chin, splashing onto her chest and finding the hollow between her breasts. Her back arches upward; my blood paints her face; she licks her lips; her eyes sear into mine. In my dreams, that elusive female is always yearning, always reaching for me, for more. When I step into the ring, I do battle with another man, who is always as big and as strong as I - if not bigger, if not stronger. The punches sedate me, take me away from life's idleness, and I dream of a world in which nothing but pain and pleasure exist, where there is an absence of mendacity. The punch-drunk stupor floats me away like a drug, like a drink, like a suicide-slice across the wrist at 4am - drip, drip, dripping into eternity. I walk bare-footed through the flames, I raise my fists heavenward, and the spectators chant for me. The crowd parts for my opponent. He struts toward the ring - punching, bobbing, weaving. His face is scarred: a deep chin-wound, a gash along his left eyebrow, and a slice down his right cheek. He is gaunt - his cheeks sunken inward - deep crevices frame his mouth. His nose has been broken several times. His body is a scroll, and his story is etched in blood across his slate. His eyes peer into mine; a fight is coming. There are no rules in this ring of fire, except one: if you step into the ring, you fight. The ring is not a place for the meek or merry. No one seems to remember when the ring began, who created it, or what events led to its formation, but the ring is alive and it thrives with the blood of men, with the money of tycoons, and with the sexual energy of insatiable women. Naked fighters enter the ring: muscled, fast, and furious. Massive blows are exchanged, blood is spilled, languid cocks hang, and the eyes of women follow the pendulous, swinging dicks. My opponent reaches the edge of the flames. He gazes into the ring, muscles flexed; he turns his back to me, facing the crowd. He points to a beautiful redhead, then bends and extends his muscled index finger - come here, come here now, he is saying. The black dress moves with her body, as if it is her skin - catlike. Her full breasts seem to shift like the rising-tide when she leans into him; he whispers into her ear. She smiles and nods and bends to her knees in front of him. Muffled gasps can be heard from the crowd. She grasps his penis with both hands, and then opens her mouth in submission, taking his full length. He places his hands on her head, flexes and relaxes his ass as he pushes himself inside, flexes and relaxes again, and then he withdraws himself from her. She rises to her feet, smiling at his stiff cock, at her handy-work. He turns to face me, erect penis thrust forward like a masthead; he intends to intimidate me. He steps through the flames, hands raised for battle. We rush to meet each other; I drop to my knees with both fists extended to my sides. I swing my fists simultaneously; they meet in the middle, my opponent's erect penis between them. A loud pop reverberates, and blood spews from the glans. This is a perfect example of why Serga hires a prostitute for me before every fight. She gives me a hand-job or a blowjob, depending on Serga's financial status. "This prevents the Dick Hammered," Serga says in his wise, Scandinavian way. I walk out of the ring and Serga follows. I stop by the redhead, "Thank you," I say. She is astonished, speechless. Afterward, when I see myself in the locker-room mirror, I understand the redhead's dismay. The same blood she beckoned to my opponent's member, the same blood that pulsed just beneath her tongue, is now smeared across my face. She had stood, facing me; she must have seen steam rise from the boiling blood on my face. The thought brings my erection. I walk into the bathroom, close the stall door behind me, and I begin to stroke myself. I see the redhead's face below my cock. Her tongue flicks beneath the cock-head like the split tongue of a she-devil. Her eyes become a bright glowing red, with yellow, cat-like pupils. She opens her mouth wide and fire surges from her throat; my cock feels the heat. I hear the popping sound as my flesh ignites, like cold kindling when it first catches flame. I feel the surge of relief coming, a flood that will quell both our fires. I aim the hose toward her open mouth. A prickly pear makes its way through me; it accelerates as it descends deeper and deeper into the black hole of my pleasure. Then, it reaches the event-horizon, where it holds for an ever-so-painful split-second before it explodes into being, spewing a thick, white juice like great gushes of oil shooting skyward, then raining back down to cover everyone with a rich thickness; it slows movement, as if everyone were swimming. Serga bangs on the door. "Hey, Diego, okay?" I gasp, and then hold my breath in an attempt to control my breathing. "Yeah. . . yeah." I answer. "Match two time." The tournament always had eight fighters and adhered to single elimination. A fighter advanced to the next round of competition by defeating his opponent. And, at the end of the line, the champion of the tournament met the Steel Warrior. One man, if he won every fight, would find himself against the Steel Warrior by fight four. Then, if the challenger defeated the Steel Warrior, he went home with one million American dollars. I fought the Steel Warrior once, a year ago today. This is my first day back in the ring after he defeated me. I came here to repay him, to beat him into total submission, into death if possible. But, the Warrior's unblemished record - 64 wins and 0 losses - might lead one to believe my goal will go unrealized. His physical stature - 6'4" and 230 pounds - may also give one pause. His body armor - lustrous, hard, and strapped across his vulnerable spots - may make one shake their head in disbelief. I can only respond one way: we will see. One year ago today, the Steel Warrior invented the Dick Hammer maneuver. And, my dick, the inaugural dick to suffer the consequences of the maneuver, has yet to recover. Since then, each orgasm pushed through the shaft has been a concoction of pleasure and pain, an involuntary, masochistic experience. I reach down and touch my penis as I walk to the ring for the second match. Its scars and deformities remind me of my mission - kill, Kill, KILL. I step through the flames and into the ring. My opponent stands across from me, just outside the flames. He inhales and exhales like a wild boar; his nostrils flare and relax, flare and relax. His gaze pierces me as if I block his view of a far away oasis. The redhead stands behind his right shoulder; I see her staring at me. She grabs my opponent and wheels him around, both her hands go to his cock and she strokes him violently, flinching with effort. He reaches out to her, surprised. Clumsily, he grabs her dress-strap and rips it away; her right breast is exposed; the nipple is red, inflamed, taut with excitement. Her firm breast bounces slightly with each down-stroke of her arms. His back arches and his arms dangle backward as he pushes his face heavenwards, she is milking his lust. I can hear his grunts and groans, and her pants of exertion. His explosion is massive. He screams as if in agony. She shudders as if sprayed with shrapnel. As he backs away, I can see his lust draped across her abdomen, soaking into her black dress. She smiles at me, covering her naked breast with the tattered evening dress. He jumps through the flames, cock flaccid. "Bitch." I mouth to her, while I raise my hands for battle. Her fingers flutter a wave, and then she slips the tip of her index finger into her mouth, tasting the remnants of my opponent. His first punch impacts against my left temple, ripping open the skin above my ear. Fights are much different than the American movie scenes; they rarely last longer than a few minutes, and they typically end without the grand productions of victory. The second punch lands against my ribcage, robbing me of air. Then, my opponent drops to his knees, lands a Herculean blow to my right inner-thigh, and smashes an uppercut into my groin. I crumple to the floor like dirty laundry from a hamper. I feel the heat, emanating from the fire, against my head. "Get up or you die now." I hear Serga scream. I see my opponent walk over toward the redhead, smiling, showing her my blood, which is streaked across his knuckles. She looks pleased. I bolt low and hard, driving my shoulder into the rear of my opponent's knee-joints. His weight buckles backward, falling over me like bucketfuls of water. I continue to drive forward, and the momentum shifts; his weight begins to spill forward. He crashes down, smothering the flames with his chest, and then rolling over, the torment of the burning on his face. I struggle to stand as I watch him writhe; the demons have him now. I flutter my fingers at the redhead, mocking her gesture as I depart. "Stop the fucking with the redhead," Serga says once we are back in the locker room. "You fight, no fuck." I point to my right inner-thigh, and Serga starts, with penetrating hands, to massage. I lay back on the table: my eyes droop, my muscles sigh, my heart slows. In my ears, I hear my blood swoosh as it rushes through my veins. "One more fight, and then Mr. Steel," I hear Serga's voice from a reality away. The Steel Warrior flashes through my brain; I see his punches crashing into my body, cracking my teeth, breaking my bones, lacerating my skin. I feel my back against the mat, the heat of the flames against my face; I see the redhead's beauty part the flames as she walks into the ring. Her hair undulates as the heat rushes skyward. I see her voluptuous breasts squeezed into the black dress, her nipples rigid and visible through the silky fabric. Her toenails are painted red; her calves are linear, perfect - like a mathematical equation, like God. BOOM - BOOM - BOOM. "You're up, Diego," the voice pierces the dream as its owner pounds the door. Inside the locker room, Serga says, "Fight three." My head feels like an engorged penis, throbbing with each heartbeat. As we enter the arena, the crowd's attention is diverted; they are circled and cheering, watching an area left of the ring. "Your redhead friend," Serga calls. I see her head resting on my third opponent's shoulder; his back is toward me. Her forehead is furrowed, her mouth opened, circular, as if she has lost her breath. She stands, legs astraddle, her crotch resting on my opponent's muscular hand, his middle-two fingers penetrating her. He withdraws his fingers slightly, and then hammers them back in; her head, rattled with each thrust, jerks with pleasure. The veins on his forearms bulge like ropes, crisscrossing muscles as rigid as stone. Each time he drives into her, the crowd grunts and moans its pleasure. Her chin is nestled into his shoulder; her nails dig into his back. She strokes his cock, slow and steady, as his hand bucks into her like an eager stallion. He eases his other hand behind the redhead; her eyes widen as she gasps like a startled child. The crowd becomes audacious, lewd. The redhead bites her bottom lip, and then I see her smile. As I stand watching, a woman from the crowd grasps my cock. "He gets his pleasure, you should get yours," she says with a hungry grin. I see a wedding band on her finger. She looks at me, concerned. "He is watching her," she says. She leads me to a corner behind the crowd. I see the outline of her thong panties through her blue gown; her blonde hair falls to the middle of her back. Her ass seems tiny, fragile. She backs me into a corner. The cinderblock is cold against my back; it makes me shiver. It smells musty, dark. Her eyes are ravenous, as if her tear ducts are filled with desire, as if she could weep the blood of a virgin. She playfully sucks her ring finger into her mouth, and I see her slide the wedding band off with her teeth. She descends to her knees, opens her mouth, and shows me her tongue; the wedding band encircles its tip. I feel the wetness of her mouth surround my glans; the wedding band massages beneath the head. She milks the prickly pear into her mouth: squeezing, twisting, stroking. A roar reverberates from the circle surrounding the redhead. Men lean forward to the point of falling; their faces drip sin like drool from a baby's mouth. The blonde swallows, and I can hear it, like she is swallowing something large, something hard to take. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand as she stands. Then she gently yanks the fullness of my manhood, intending to garner my attention. "Win," she says, before she turns, exiting my life stage left. I walk back to the ring. The third opponent is waiting, cock limp. I see the redhead behind him, straightening her dress. My opponent's lust drapes the redhead's breasts, viscous and white. I step through the flames, and he rushes, fists swinging. Calmly, I wait, step to the side, and land a vicious kick, downward, onto the outside of his right knee joint. His knee buckles easily, like water stomped out of a shallow puddle. A gasp rises from the crowd. They will like me no longer; joint shots are the most unpopular - no one wants to imagine suffering one. He swings a haphazard punch backward, toward me. I catch his fist, and push his forearm down, across my knee; his bones crunch like twigs. The crowd takes particular offense to this parting blow; they fathom it a cheap shot, and they want my blood. I catch the scent of salt-water as Serga rushes into the ring. "We go now. They calm down before you come again," Serga says as he ushers me away. But, I smell the salt-water; the waves, as their lips crash down into the green ocean, creating white, turbulent foam. I imagine myself just beneath the lip, in the trough of the wave, watching the clear wall of water descend upon me, the salt ripping at me like sand-paper, like the hands of a lustful woman. I cascade through the white-wash as the wave tumbles onward, casting me onto the beach exhausted and weary, like Jonah vomited from the belly of the whale. BOOM-BOOM-BOOM. "Final fight." The voice pierces my dream again. Serga gives me that look, that glance from a worried mother, and for a moment I feel my head against my mother's breast once again, I feel the comfort of being rocked, gently. "I will be okay, Serga," I say, patting him on the back. "Serga knows this. Serga knows," he says, wanting all things to be left unsaid. He leads me to the ring, and gives me a final glance of reassurance before stepping to the side. I enter. The redhead stands just across the way. I see her through the flames. She looks tussled. Her eyes drop below my waist; she stares without acknowledgment. The lights dim, and a low, ominous bass drum booms throughout the arena. The redhead is unscathed. Spotlights illuminate a corner. A brilliant gleam momentarily blinds me, and then, one slow step at a time, I see the Steel Warrior walking to the ring. His metallic footsteps reverberate like a cowboy approaching a shootout. The redhead steps into his path. He smiles, displaying silver teeth beneath his frosty-white lips. She kneels before him; the crowd is hushed with reverence. She raises his massive appendage from between his legs and places it into her palm. It rests there, like a snake in the palm of Cleopatra's hand. Its base lies just past her fingers; its glans just below her wrist. The redhead blows on the appendage from tip to base. It shivers slightly. She smiles and repeats the procedure. Then she wraps her fingers around the appendage and strokes. It stiffens immediately and appears to be aimed, with anger, at the redhead's face. She takes the glans into her mouth, and her cheeks swell to accommodate the candy-apple. The Steel Warrior clutches her by the hair-of-the-head; red ringlets surround his silver fingers. The Warrior arches his back, pushing himself further into her, bearing his silver teeth. But the redhead spits the appendage out of her mouth before the Steel Warrior climaxes. She glances at me as she saunters away and gives me a conspiratorial wink. The Steel Warrior steps into the ring and addresses me. With swiftness, I drop to my knees, fists to my side. I swing them both inward, the Steel Warrior's erect penis my target. But before impact, at a point where an immediate stop is not possible, the steel sheath that covers a majority of the Steel Warrior's appendage, blossoms spikes. They pierce my hands, nailing them to the Warrior's cock. He pitches his head backwards, laughing like Satan. The crowd erupts; I can hear them chanting for my death. I see the redhead, her mouth agape. The spikes retract, and my hands fall to the mat, useless. "Leave ring now, Diego," I hear Serga cry. I perform a sweeping kick that strikes the Warrior's right ankle, felling him like a Redwood. I roll toward the warrior and slam an elbow into his windpipe; he begins to wheeze. It sounds like an asthmatic trying to breathe through a broken straw. I land another elbow to his neck, striking his jugular vein. The Warrior tries to stand. I find my feet and crush another elbow into his left temple. He falls to his knees. Then his face strikes the mat with a bloody bounce. The crowd is silent. The blonde in the blue gown, standing beside her husband, begins to clap. A man close to her follows suit. Soon, the arena is filled with applause. The ring of fire dims, and then the flames are extinguished. I walk away. The Steel Warrior is defeated. "She follows you," Serga says. I turn. The redhead trails behind. "A minute, Serga," I say as the redhead and I go into the locker room. She presses herself against me, melding her mouth into mine. I feel the wet spots on her dress, the lust of defeated opponents reminding me that nothing is unknown. The metallic smell of desire simmers between her breasts. She steps away from me, unlatches her dress, and lets it fall to the ground. The galaxy's center is revealed: civilization, treasure, hope. She beckons me forward. I fall to my knees, drinking her. She gasps and massages my scalp with her hands. She opens herself to me, and I penetrate the center of her earth, because all men, explorers or no, desire to understand the unfathomable, to grasp the most obscure point, to touch the depths of the unknown, making it known, to bring something of themselves into a place where selves do not yet exist. Cock Fight I'd recently met and begun dating a much younger woman that myself. The thing I liked almost immediately about Crystal was her open-mindedness, and obvious lack of inhibitions. Even her friends appeared to be an odd-mixture of people whom she'd introduced me to at one of their gatherings. Obviously several were gay, lesbian as well as a few who were definitely 'straight' so I didn't feel totally out of place as we spent the evening together. Surprisingly, I found I'd had a really good time, not at all feeling uncomfortable as I enjoyed a rather lengthy conversation with one of Crystal's very gay male friends. The evening was just drawing to a close when she approached me. I'd seen her chatting and conversing with a couple of her gay friends she'd introduced me to earlier, saying "good-night" to them as I'd assumed before seeking me out to hopefully return back to her place for a night of wild passionate sex. At least I hoped that's what we'd end up doing, as I was surprisingly horny at this point even though there'd been nothing going on that evening to have provoked my excitement one way or the other. "Guess what?" she said coming up to me. "What?" I asked curiously. "We've been invited to a 'Cock Fight', she said lowering her voice slightly. "You're kidding me. Aren't those illegal?" I asked her seriously, stunned that she'd even be interested in watching a couple of roosters tearing into one another. Crystal laughed. "Silly, not that kind of a Cock Fight! This is a different kind, I've been to a couple of them before, and trust me...they're actually pretty exciting and very erotic to watch!" I still had no idea what the hell she was talking about. Looking back over her shoulder in the direction she'd just come from, I saw Danny the guy I'd actually been conversing with earlier smile and wave at us both. "Yeah, I think Danny liked you. And believe me, he's fairly distrustful of most 'Straights', but since you came with me, and since you actually seemed to enjoy talking to him, he's invited us both to the next 'CF'," Crystal stated abbreviating the term. "And...he told me that 'The Swordsman' is the featured bout that evening. I've never actually seen him before, but I've certainly heard of him," she told me. "The Swordsman?" I questioned, once again totally in the dark as to what she was referring to. "It's all underground, by special invitation only," she once again whispered lowering her voice. Danny said we should get ours in the mail in a couple of days. So...wanna go?" I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but as nothing I'd experienced or seen with Crystal yet had shocked or bothered me, I decided to go along. "Sure, why the hell not?" I told her. I more or less let the subject drop until a couple of days later we got the invitation in the mail, along with instructions how to get there, and who to ask for when we did. When Crystal explained to me in a bit more detail as to what I might expect, I wasn't at all sure it was such a good idea after all. "Oh sure Robert, the moment I even hint at the possibility of letting you participate in a threesome with Sharon and I, you're all for it. But the moment I say anything about being interested in seeing guys together, you're all squeamish and uptight all of a sudden. Tit for tat!" she told me. Like I said, Crystal was perhaps the most uninhibited woman I'd ever known. She'd already shown and done things with me that I thought I'd never experience. "If you don't want to go, say so. I'll call and invite Sharon to go with me instead. But I think you'd find it more interesting and enjoyable than you realize. And besides, as much as you get off seeing two women together, what makes you think its not ok for women to have the same desires?" she asked me. "Knowing that, knowing as horny as it makes me, I'd have thought you'd enjoy being the reciprocate of that." She had a point there. "I didn't say I wouldn't go..." I began lamely. "All I said was, I wasn't too sure how comfortable I'll be. Doesn't mean I won't go with you or find out for myself," I added. "Ah huh," Crystal said. "Guess we'll see won't we?" Two days later we were driving up a fairly secluded road into a rather ritzy looking neighborhood. "Wow, there's some damn expensive looking homes in here!" I remarked. "Yeah, these CF's tend to draw a rather exclusive crowd too!" Crystal told me, "Though admittedly mostly gay, there are a few lesbian friends of mine who actually enjoy watching these," she stated almost cryptically. Crystal had made a point of not getting very specific as to what to expect. She wanted it to be a surprise for one thing, but she also didn't want me backing out at the last moment either. "Just keep an open mind about it," she'd told me. I was far from being repulsed at the notion of two men being together. It basically just wasn't "my thing" I'd informed her the first time she'd put in an x-rated movie that we'd watched together, with both bi-sexual men and women enjoying one another. Watching the movie had still been erotic, after all, there was something in it for everyone. But when Crystal had asked me if I'd ever been curious about being with a guy, perhaps in a situation like the one we'd just watched, I'd told her then that seeing it certainly didn't bother me, but it wasn't something I was personally interested in doing either. A few minutes later we located the address where this particular event was being held. I was surprised to discover that there was actually valet parking for one thing, and for another, at the number of cars that were already there. "Wow, there's a lot of people here!" I had to admit. "Yeah, when word got out about 'The Swordsman' being the main event, word spread pretty quickly. But even the two matches prior to that one promise to be really good too!" she said excitedly. Once we'd shown the security at the door our invitation, we were ushered down the hallway, and then downstairs to where the event was actually being held. I was stunned to see a slightly raised platform with padded matting not unlike something one would see at a wrestling tournament, complete with rings on the padded flooring. Additionally, there were several rows of seating that had been arranged, completely encircling the entire wrestling area. A quick calculation told me that well over a hundred people or more would most likely be in attendance. Even Crystal acknowledged that, telling me that the two she'd personally attended had been half this large. We were quickly shown to our seats, and I was actually surprised to see that Danny would be sitting next to us. "Glad you two could make it!" he said offering his hand. Danny chuckled, leaning over to speak to Crystal confidentially for a moment. "Nope!" she said speaking aloud. "I didn't tell him much of anything. Thought it might make it more interesting that way," she responded to him. Danny laughed looking at me. "Hmm, I don't know if it will be more fun watching the bout, or watching Robert to see what he does," Danny quipped. I could only smile back at him nervously, wondering what I had gotten myself into. I sat quietly watching a number of people filing in, taking their seats. Admittedly, the room was mostly men, but there were a few women there as well, including a few straight couples by their appearances. Though as I'd learned while dating Crystal, everything wasn't as stereotypical as I'd grown up believing. When nearly every seat in the house was taken except for perhaps a few "late comers" as Crystal noted, the house lights came down and a well-dressed announcer actually stepped into the padded wrestling area. And more like a boxing match, he then made a couple of general announcements before introducing the first bout of the evening. Off stage, a fairly tall blonde-haired blue-eyed guy in a light blue satin robe entered the ring first, introduced as 'Tiny Tim', though in truth, there was nothing tiny about the guy. Well built, certainly tall and magnificently proportioned, he stood expectantly near the referee while waiting for his opponent to be introduced. By the sound of the crowds cheer when he was, I could tell that he was obviously a local favorite. "And in this corner, weighing in at 185 pounds, is Gorgeous George!" The announcer spoke as a spotlight suddenly appeared escorting another well-built perfectly proportioned individual with long dark hair that he had pulled back into a ponytail. After the introductions were made, both were sent to their opposite corners, where they immediately disrobed. I don't know what it was I was expecting to see actually, but when the robes came off, they both turned towards one another totally naked, and each sporting a rather proud looking, condom covered erection. Something that surprised me, as I obviously hadn't known what to expect. "Crystal?" I leaned over whispering in her ear. She giggled. "Shh, I'll try and explain things a little better to you after the match begins," she told me. "But I think you'll figure things out all by yourself after it starts," she added. I actually found myself holding my breath, totally unaware of what was about to take place, or why everyone here seemed so absorbed in the two men who stood facing one another, pricks hard, firm, both men obviously aroused. When the bell sounded, I actually jumped not anticipating anything. Like two prizefighters squaring off however, both men circled one another sizing one another up. Suddenly Gorgeous George lunged catching the slightly taller blonde off guard, I watched, along with everyone else as his hand sought out and took hold of the other man's prick. When he did, the ref raised his hand, one finger pointing up in the air. "That's a first cock-hold," Crystal announced, "worth a point." With a grace and elegance of an Olympic athlete, George continued holding onto the blonde's prick, obviously jerking it all the while moving back and forth, side to side in an effort to keep the other man from taking a hold of him. Finally, George actually did use his legs, tripping the other man and throwing him down onto the mat though he was forced to release his hold on the other man's prick when he did. "Ah, release!" Danny observed. "Tim gets a half point for that one," he explained, his eyes glued to the bout taking place just a few short feet away from where we were sitting. Just as quickly however, Tim spun himself out from beneath George who had made an attempt to re-establish his hold on the other man's cock. In so doing, I saw him actually manage to place his mouth about his prick, even though the contact was only brief. Almost immediately a buzzer sounded, and the ref's hand once again went into the air, only this time he held up three fingers. "Wow! A three point suck down!" Crystal explained. "A what?" I asked curiously, my eyes riveted on the contestants, though I was confused when the action had seemed to come to a standstill for some reason. "Just watch, you'll catch on," Crystal invited me. The ref now positioned George on his back, hands behind his head as Tim knelt beside him slightly at an angle. Once again a buzzer sounded. Expecting George to attempt some sort of escape or something, I watched instead as he patiently continued to lie there, though Tim was obviously working the guy's cock furiously with his mouth, though curiously I noticed neither hand was touching him at all. "He's got thirty free seconds to get him closer to an orgasm," Crystal told me. Until the buzzer sounds again, he can only lie there while Tim sucks his dick!" Thirty seconds later the buzzer sounded again. When it did, George rolled away, though spinning when he did, making a quick grab for Tim's prick in the process, though just missing it. Both men quickly stood up, once again circling one another, their intentions obvious. Tim lunged; George sidestepped him and actually jumped on the man's back forcing him down onto the padded mat. "Ouch!" I heard myself saying. "That must have hurt!" Neither one appeared to be injured by the move however, and if anything, as George rode the other man to the ground, he purposely placed his prick upon the man's ass. Once again, the ref's hand shot up showing two fingers. "An ass rub, worth two points," Crystal told me unnecessarily. As crazy as it was, I really was starting to understand the contest. Lying on top of him, I saw George reach beneath the guy's stomach though he made several attempts to keep him from doing so. The ref was actually down on the mat keeping a close eye on things when he indicated another point as George found the man's prick, grasping it firmly. A buzzer sounded, and both men stood. "Now George gets a 30 second jack-off," Danny explained to me. Standing, George proceeded to masturbate the blonde's cock now being allowed to do so with both hands. I noticed that he included fondling the guy's balls simultaneously, and could tell by the look on the guy's face that he was weakening, as his expression was one of pure pleasure as George expertly fisted the guy's shaft. The buzzer sounded once again. When it did, Tim lunged immediately for Georges cock even though he made some attempt to evade him. Latching onto it however, I expected the ref to score some sort of point, but he merely raised both closed fists into the air instead as the action continued. "Cool! Free for all!" Crystal yelled out excitedly. Once again I had to ask. "Free for all?" "Yeah, you see George didn't have to release Tim's cock after the second cock-hold. All Tim could do was attempt a break-a-way for half a point, or go for a cock-hold himself. And even though it didn't score, they both now have an equal advantage. Now if either one of them loses hold, it will score three points!" "Oh, I see," I said already confused, but finding myself curiously interested all the same. Now both men really did appear to be wrestling one another, first standing, then as they both fell to the mat, neither one releasing the prick of the other, jacking one another furiously. "What happens if one of them actually comes?" I asked no one in particular. But it was Danny who answered, eyes riveted on the contest without turning to face me. "Well then, its sort of like being pinned," he explained. An automatic winner if one of them can make the other one climax, regardless of how many points he's been awarded. Ok, so that made sense, sort of. Both men were now rolling about on the mat, each one attempting to force the other to release him, though I realized without asking that neither one could use their hands in order to do so. After several minutes of thrashing about on the mat together, bodies now sticky with sweat and perspiration, George flipped himself somehow causing Tim to release his cock, just managing to slip his mouth around the man's prick a second afterwards. "Oh hell, it's almost over now. That's another suck-down, and this time it's for a full minute and a half, plus he gets to use his hands too!" Crystal told me. Even the crowd seemed to be aware of the sudden shift in power. "Besides," Danny said in agreement. Everyone I've talked to has said that George can suck cock better than anyone. Though I've personally never had the pleasure...yet," he hesitated laughing. As predicted, it was obvious that Tim was struggling while lying there on the mat, receiving an additional ten second penalty for squirming around too much in some attempt to lessen the pressure and pleasure on his prick while George continued milking him. Soon, even Tim realized he was finished and merely succumbed to the ecstasy, calling out his obvious loss with a deep groaned sigh of pleasure, filling his condom which moments later, George removed showing the liquid victory as he held it up for everyone in the audience to see. "Well? So what did you think?" Crystal asked me. "It was certainly interesting," I told her. "Nothing like I expected, that's for sure." "See? It was exciting too wasn't it?" It was different, I had to admit that. And in a strange way, I also had to admit it was a little erotic to see the two men in an obviously fair challenge competing with one another though the particular contest was certainly different than anything I could have possibly imagined. The second match was interesting too. Though this one ended after the forty-five minute time limit, and the winner announced on points with neither one of them climaxing, much to the obvious dismay of the crowd. All in all, it had still been an interesting match though with both men involved in a suck-off free for all as opposed to the hand-job free for all we'd witnessed in the first bout, though that hadn't lasted nearly as long as one of the opponents had managed to buck off the other soon after they'd been placed in their '69' position together. "Well Robert, you ready for the main event?" "You mean the sword guy?" I asked. Once again Crystal laughed. "The Swordsman," she said correcting me. "And you'll see why they call him that too," she added. At first, I was confused as to what was going on when the announcer actually introduced two guys who'd stepped into the ring, neither one of which was this Swordsman character. "What's going on?" I asked. "Well actually, he's taking the two of them on all by himself," Crystal told me. "Sometimes they do tag-team matches, just like in wrestling. Only tonight, The Swordsman challenged the two of them, as each one challenged him individually in the past, though he never accepted either challenge until recently, and then did so only if he could take the two of them on all by himself. "Well that doesn't seem too fair," I honestly stated. "Oh, they won't both be in the ring with him at the same time, they will still have to tag one another outside of the circle. But The Swordsman has said he'll defeat them both, and not just on points either!" she added almost lustfully. One of the two men they called the "Jack Hammer", powerfully built in his own way, wasn't all that tall perhaps five foot nine, but he had arms the size of anvils. The other was introduced as the "Giant", who really was tall reaching nearly seven feet. "Looks to me like this Sword guy's gonna have his hands full," I commented. Crystal laughed. "Actually, once you see him you'll say just the opposite. I think these two are in for a BIG surprise," she quipped. After the introductions were made for these two, the room immediately quieted, once again spotlights turned to follow the entrance of The Swordsman who entered the enormous chamber, slowly making his way towards the inner circle amongst a sudden roaring cheer from the crowd. With everyone standing, it was hard to get a good look at him until he entered the ring. "Ladies and Gentlemen," the announcer began. "Weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds, 12 inches," the commentator paused for dramatic affect, drawing more than one gasp from amongst the spectators, "And the current undefeated Cock Fighting Champion...I give you, The Swordsman!" With the formal introductions out of the way, The Swordsman allowed his robe to fall away from his shoulders where one of his entourage quickly took it away. Even I found myself holding my breath as I sat there staring at him. His dark ebony skin held a slick sheen that was obviously some sort of light body oil covering his entire body. But it served to highlight the definition and tone of his hard muscles. He was the poster-boy for every advertisement I had ever seen. "Buns of steel," immediately coming to mind as he stood initially with his back towards us. Thighs as thick and muscled as both of mine put together, not to mention arms as thick as tree-trunks as he held them above his head playing to the crowd. When he slowly turned, it wasn't the definition of his tight "six-pack" stomach however, but the monster-sized prick between his legs that indeed stood out stiff, long and almost threatening. Now I more fully understood the announcer's indirect mention of his enormous prick. Cock Fight "Good God!" I exclaimed as he slowly turned so that everyone had an opportunity to marvel at the guy's equipment. "I told you," Crystal giggled actually placing her hand into my lap where she began giving me an affectionate caress. I had noticed earlier that several others had been doing a little of that during the first couple of bouts. Nothing too openly of course, and thought nothing of it really. After all, it was surprisingly curious for me to actually find myself enjoying such an interesting contest, and I found myself actually looking forward to watching this main event. "Won't it actually be a disadvantage to have a cock that big?" I asked Danny, emphasizing the word "that". Because "that" was perhaps the biggest, thickest cock I had ever personally seen before. "No, not really," he replied, his gaze along with everyone else's firmly glued to the monstrous shaft as The Swordsman slowly circled the ring allowing everyone to see him, and many who had the special reserved front row seats to actually reach out, allowing them all a brief quick pet or caress of his magnificent sword. "What he gives up in quick easy points, he more than makes up for in style and technique," Danny finished, forgetting momentarily that he'd been speaking to me. "He's actually been behind on points many times, but he's always managed a victory one way or the other," he said grinning, only then turning to notice that Crystal had massaged my own cock sufficiently that it was bulging noticeably through my pants. Once again he grinned. "Damn, now I wish Kevin had been able to make it this evening, I could use a little of that myself," he added with a mischievous smile. It was then that the lights came down, with the only lights on, spotlighting the wrestling circle. The Swordsman had arrived perfectly on his side of the ring, with the Giant being the first one to enter, obviously beginning the match until such time as he would tag his partner to exchange places. "Oh boy...here we go!" Danny stated breathlessly. As I'd expected having watched the two previous matches, I figured there'd be several minutes of the two combatants circling one another before feigning, and then lunging at one another's pricks. Instead, The Swordsman merely stepped forward, giving the Giant a quick easy score as he reached out, easily clasping the other man's prick within his hand. It was almost as though he were taunting him in his own version of "rope a dope" by my way of thinking. I noticed for the first time that the Giant was no slouch in the penis department either. His cock might not have been quite as big as The Swordsman's was, but under any other circumstances, it would draw a few appreciative looks as well. The giant was almost becoming frustrated, standing there as The Swordsman simply allowed the man to stand there masturbating his cock. It had been a simple one-point award, after which The Swordsman could have moved away, or made some effort to reach out and grab the Giant's prick, which as I now understood would have resulted in another free-for-all. He didn't however, just standing there allowing the man to fondle him in ever-growing frustration by the look on his face. When it was obvious the Giant was losing both interest as well as his concentration, The Swordsman moved in a flurry that caught everyone by surprise. With an agility that didn't match his size, The Swordsman slid between the Giant's legs, effectively causing the man to lose his grip on him for one thing, earning a "release" when he did it. But for another, he managed to capture the Giants prick inside his mouth without even using his hands. As I'd seen earlier, the buzzer sounded immediately with the opponents quickly placing themselves center ring, the Giant lying on his back, hands behind his head while The Swordsman received thirty free seconds while he knelt beside the man, slowly, almost teasingly sucking his cock. I watched as the Giant stared over towards his tag-team partner, unable to do anything at this point though it was obvious he was indicating to the other man that he was in need of relief, at least temporarily anyway. Whatever pleasure he was currently receiving while the clock slowly ticked away the seconds must have been excruciating for him, albeit in a pleasurable way. To my side, I noticed only then that Danny had actually taken his cock from the inside of his pants and was gently stroking himself. Looking up, I noticed that several others within the crowd were now doing the same. Though many were busily doing each other including more than one set of women, and even what I'd initially thought to be a heterosexual couple sitting on the far end of the same row we were sitting in. For myself, I had been absentmindedly enjoying the slow light caress of Crystal's hand upon my cock, but when she actually reached and began tugging on the zipper of my pants, I placed my hand over hers indicating that as good as what she was doing to me felt, I wasn't comfortable enough for her to actually take it out. All that did was make her laugh as she leaned over whispering to me. "You're just being silly, doesn't it feel good?" she pressed further. The sound of the thirty second buzzer went off at that moment, drawing both her attention as well as mine back to the center ring as the Giant easily rolled away, forcing The Swordsman to relinquish his cock, though it was obvious he had made no real effort in keeping the man from doing so. He rolled immediately outside of the wide blue stripe encircling the ring, touching his partner's hand when he did. The Jackhammer immediately grinned and charged. The swordsman easily sidestepped the man even as his hand shot out in a feeble attempt to grasp his cock. Running by, The Swordsman used his momentum to reach out, slapping the Jackhammer's ass as he did. Reminding me as I watched that it almost appeared as though watching a bull-fight, seeing the bull pass wildly, though safely by the matadors cape as he swirled it about the charging bulls head. In a way, it was though he had done that, scoring another half point when taking his prick within his hand, he allowed it to rub against the man's upper back as he slid by him. Realizing he'd missed, and been scored upon in the process, he seemed infuriated by it, turning again, charging again. Rather than sidestepping him as everyone including the Jack Hammer expected, The Swordsman suddenly dropped onto all fours, causing the Hammer to unexpectedly bowl into him, tumbling over. Quick as a flash, The Swordsman was up; obviously timing his move, then dived onto the man's back headfirst. Except this time unlike I'd seen previously, The Swordsman managed to plant his cock against the twin cheeks of the other's ass while facing towards his feet. "Holy shit! A reversal ass rub, worth thee and a half points!" Danny exclaimed excitedly. To his credit, the Hammer really was quick. Though The Swordsman had obviously scored on a very tricky maneuver, he'd taken himself out of position slightly in doing so, making himself vulnerable. The Hammer quickly rolled, but had reached beneath The Swordsman in doing so, clasping his prick, rolling with it and actually forcing The Swordsman onto his back. "Ah oh," Danny said worriedly. Gaining a point for the cock-hold, the Hammer now pivoted on the cushioned canvas, springing himself into the air, still holding onto The Swordsman's prick in an effort to place himself in position for a quick and easy suck-down. Knowing this, as I realized he must have when having performed that first stunt we'd just witnessed, The Swordsman seemed to just lay there twisting onto his side which appeared almost painful to me as the other man was still holding on with all his might. Yet, in so doing, he actually catapulted himself in a somersault of sorts, coming into immediate direct contact with the other man's prick at almost the same exact moment the Hammer managed to make contact with his. "A suck-down free for all?" I questioned. Crystal giggled, "See? You're beginning to catch on!" she announced. Rather than either one attempt to break away, both the Hammer as well as The Swordsman seemed content to contend with one another sucking cock simultaneously. "Oh, this should be good!" Danny said sitting up even straighter in his chair, nearly standing, and perhaps might have had he not had his hand firmly wrapped around his prick, furiously stroking himself now. Turning my attention away from Danny and back to the ring, we all watched as they continued on in their time consuming marathon, sucking one another's pricks. Finally, the Hammer actually groaned, raising his head up and away from The Swordsman's prick. "Oh my God!" someone sitting in the row before us shouted. "Did you see that? A four point suck-off release!" Apparently that was a very rare thing. The crowd was going crazy at this point cheering ecstatically. Even the ref was down on the canvas now, eye level his hand prepped to raise into the air as he watched The Swordsman devouring the man's prick as he in turn inched himself desperately on his back over towards the nearest blue stripe where his partner, the Giant now waited patiently, and worriedly to reach out and tag him. "Not gonna happen!" Crystal said excitedly, watch this! I didn't know what I was watching, but suddenly The Swordsman twisted, rolling the Hammer over though maintaining a firm suck-hold on his prick so that now the Swordsman was on his back with the Hammer above, scrambling even more fiercely, trying to make it to the blue stripe waiting for him on the floor. It was about at that very moment, that The Swordsman gripped both the man's legs, yanking them a part, as though about to make a wish with a turkey wishbone as I saw it, releasing one hand in the blink of an eye, skewering the man's puckered asshole with his finger. The Hammer made it no further towards the outer stripe, suddenly collapsing down on the canvas as The Swordsman rolled again, only then releasing the man's prick with his mouth, yanking off the condom just as a second fountain of the man's spunk flew from the tip of his prick. Again, the auditorium exploded in gleeful passion, watching as the first of The Swordsman's opponents fell in defeat. No longer needing to wait now for the tag, the Giant quickly approached reaching out, and immediately scoring a quick cock-hold. And once again, The Swordsman merely stood, allowing the man to continue to stand there pumping his prick with his hand, growing just as frustrated in doing so as he'd done previously. I hadn't realized it, and how she'd managed it I didn't know. But suddenly the slightly cooler air caressing my exposed prick alerted me to the fact that Crystal had in fact pulled my erection from inside my pants. Stroking it with her hand, I glanced down, surprised, but no longer caring really that she'd accomplished that feat. Even Danny though glancing over towards us, smiling only briefly, returned his eyes back to the match, oblivious as to what was taking place not only next to him, but for the most part, throughout the entire auditorium at this point. Many couples had by now given up all pretense at decorum, standing side by side, openly masturbating one another. Still others, some standing, with partners kneeling before them on the floor, giving them blowjobs, with one couple on the front row having thrown caution to the wind entirely, currently engaged in a mutual '69' of orally pleasuring one another even as the bout continued. No longer constrained by the blue stripe circling the mat, the Giant charged into the ring, his intent obvious as barreled forward, reaching out and easily locating the think stiff phallus of his opponent. As before, The Swordsman merely stood allowing the Giant to fondle his prick openly before the still wildly cheering crowd. The Swordsman even looked up, grinning at the audience stepping sideways forcing the Giant to follow maintaining his hold as he circled the ring, still grinning, still allowing his prick to be played with without any attempt to dislodge the Giant's hand as he in frustration continued working it with the hopes of achieving a quick victory. Though in truth, there was nothing about the expression on The Swordsman's face to indicate he was anywhere's near close to succumbing to the open manipulation of his marvelous sword. The Swordsman had timed his move, quick as a flash, when the Giant had allowed his guard down, The Swordsman spun, dropping to his knees when he did. In perfect position to capture the other man's prick, he didn't. Instead, he wrapped his arms about the man's legs, twisted, forcing him down onto the mat. As big as the Giant was however, equally strong in many respects, he appeared to recover quickly, twisting about himself so that the two combatants rolled about the mat, groping, clawing for an advantage until he had pinned The Swordsman down on his back though forced to move onto him in a head-to-toe embrace. Fortunately for him, even though he had made himself vulnerable in doing so, his size had made it difficult if not impossible to allow The Swordsman to reach him with his mouth, as he now easily accomplished himself. The Giant quickly located his prick, engulfing it inside his mouth and began sucking it with a fervor that worriedly hushed the crowd. "Ah oh, I think your boys in trouble now!" I exclaimed speaking to Crystal who had momentarily quit jacking my cock as she too looked towards the two writhing bodies worriedly. Even Danny had quit stroking his cock, standing there with an expression of concern etched across his face. "Come on! Come on! Roll! Break away! Do something!" he screamed out just as many others were doing, cheering The Swordsman on, fearful that he was in fact now in a precarious situation as the Giant manipulated the other's prick for all he was worth. All The Swordsman could do was lay beneath the Giant, almost helplessly. With his weight, his size, it made it virtually impossible for The Swordsman to even attempt a mutual '69'. I watched as the favorite appeared to do nothing more than rock helplessly, pinned beneath the Giant who had stretched himself out, confident as he hand-jacked, knobbing the man's cock with his mouth in an effort to achieve the final victory. "What the hell's he doing?" I actually found myself asking. About all he could do positioned as he was, almost uselessly reaching up to fondle the Giants ass, spreading his cheeks in some effort perhaps to catch the other off guard, or force him to lose concentration. Slippery with oil, drenched with sweat, The Swordsman appeared to be making a feeble attempt with this tactic. Whatever he was doing to the Giants ass appeared to have no purpose, and certainly no advantage as the two continued to lie, as they were, dead center of the ring. Even the couple who had been on the floor in their own pleasured '69' had taken note of the sudden hush, sitting up to gaze disbelievingly into the ring as The Swordsman appeared to teeter on the edge, giving in, succumbing finally to the ongoing continued onslaught that his enormous prick was being treated to. Even the referee, now lying prone on the mat, his face only inches away from the action, appeared to be ready to call the inevitable if it continued on in this fashion for much longer. Suddenly with a strength that seemed impossible, perhaps in a last ditch desperation, The Swordsman slowly began arching his back, forcing the Giant to rise with him even though the effort seemed futile, useless as he hung on, his hands pumping The Swordsman's cock, his mouth suctioned about it, expending all his strength as he strove to get him off and claim complete and total victory. "He's losing it!" Danny yelled dejectedly, surprised at the obvious outcome, disappointed that The Swordsman could have gotten himself so trapped in this position for so long. "What the?" Crystal exclaimed a second later. I too was looking, disbelief, surprise as The Swordsman suddenly rolled with both a speed, and strength no one thought possible. The Giant made every effort possible to hold on, throwing himself with the roll, expecting to merely ride The Swordsman out, tumbling as they did, yet inevitably remaining in his advantageous position. Just as suddenly however, feeling the other man's weight shift, The Swordsman rolled back the other way, surprising the Giant. Rather than leaping up as everyone expected him to do, The Swordsman spun himself on the mat grasping the Giants legs, twisting as he did keeping him pinned faced down on the mat. In the next instant he planted himself between them, pulling the Giants legs apart with every ounce of strength he had left, then collapsed against him as though expended himself, unable to continue. The look on the Giants face was one of utter surprise. Total shock. He actually cried out a second later, his voice easily heard against the rapidly escalating cries of jubilation as the crowd began to cheer The Swordsman's clever escape, not as yet fully understanding what had taken place, what was taking place even as the Giant's eyes widened in disbelief. "Oh my God!" Danny suddenly screamed as sudden realization came to him. "The Swordsman just scored a five point fuck! Unbelievable!" "A what?" I asked both he as well as Crystal, not as yet aware nor understanding myself what had happened, or even how. The Swordsman was however comfortably positioned, his arms now worming themselves beneath the other's waist. The Giant struggled, but now his struggles appeared useless as he thrashed momentarily, then as suddenly as it had all began, he quit struggling, collapsing completely, calmly against the mat. Moments later, The Swordsman backed away, rolling the Giant over. The man's condom in hand now as he held it up, the obvious so readily apparent, the referee blowing his whistle, victory in hand, awarded. Almost at once full and complete pandemonium seemed to erupt throughout the entire hall. Those who had continued to fondle and caress one another, now did so towards obvious release. Those who had sat within the first row were now treated to The Swordsman, as he purposely strode towards them, removing his sheath, self-stroking his cock much to everyone's delight. Incredibly, less than a minute before doing so, he began pumping out his own creamy nectar, proving perhaps just how close he had been to defeat, or showing perhaps otherwise just how much control he really had. Choosing to climax when he chose to, rather than succumbing to the ministrations of another no matter how pleasurable they might have been. As he stood beside me, I watched a streamer of spunk erupt from the tip of Danny's cock to arch high into the air towards the rubberized mat, just as many others were also doing in what appeared to be a tribute of sorts to the spectacular performance, so highly charged, so surprisingly erotic in a contest of wit and skills that I had not thought possible. Even as my own ecstasy slipped smoothly down Crystal's throat, I did not fully feel it or understand it at first, too caught up in the wild frenzied displays taking place about me, as The Swordsman continued pumping out streamer after streamer of his own hot-white liquid into and upon the rejoicing crowd sitting before him. "Come on baby," Crystal urged finally sitting up as she wiped the last traces of my pleasure from her lips. "I think it's time we went home and enjoyed our own little Cock-fight," she teased pulling on me to awaken my senses back to the present. "Wouldn't that be more like a 'Cat-fight' on your part?" I quipped back as I finally tucked my still hardened prick away back inside my pants. "Well, not if I wear a strap-on," she said almost threateningly. I laughed, "Lead the way, 'Swordswoman', you're on!" Cock Fight Once again I breach the event horizon. The prickly pear bursts, spewing like an overripe grape. My particles drift in her galactic dust, searching for the necessary elements to become a star. One particle will succeed, and a new star will thrive, feeding from the breast of creation. This star's name will be Milagro. I breathe deeply, exhaling as she inhales. "Hi, I'm Venus," she says. Cock Fighting "What do you think of Greco-Roman wrestling?" Neville asked as he rubbed oil into his skin. "Pardon?" I replied with some confusion. I had been admiring his naked body and how tanned it was as we lay in the sun in my backyard. Ever since meeting him we had been able to enjoy time together to tan and enjoy other things. He shaved now and I loved to see his cock erect and ready for my mouth to take it between my lips. Whenever I could I would oil his skin before we tanned and I made sure that I lathered oil on his skin around and on his cock. How I loved to feel his sack shrink about his balls and his cock rise as I excited him. Still he enjoyed doing the same to my cock and he would be sure to kiss the tip before we settled under the sun. While we did this my wife and Neville's girlfriend Alyce enjoyed time to be girls they said. They had told us that they would be back until later in the evening. My wife had been introduced to Neville as my gym buddy and she had casually said that he seemed to be a good influence on me since I had certainly improved with my firness. Neville always brought his girlfriend with him a young woman from work who he said was undemanding, both women didn't know about the affair we were having though every now and again my wife would say something that suggested that she knew something was going on between us. Still if she did she also seemed to approve of him and seemed to like Alyce and never seemed to wonder what we did together when we were without them. "Greco-Roman wrestling when a man tries to pin the other man to a mat. Looking at you with that tan and oiled up made me think of it," Neville explained. "Oh, why would you think of that?" I asked. "Well I would love to wrestle you. Kinky isn't it but I want to pin you down and then suck your cock until you tell me you surrender," he laughed as he said this. Thinking about it I realised that the thought of holding his body and making him submit to me was also arousing to me. In fact almost as arousing as the desire to jerk him off and lick up his cum as it squirted out of his cock. I felt my cock grow harder at the thought and I wanted to wrestle him and I knew that he wanted to do the same to me. We had time I knew since my wife and his girlfriend wasn't due back for hours. "Okay but let's make this interesting whoever wins does whatever the winner wants as a submission," I said. "Even if I want to fuck you in the ass?" he said. That made me pause since I had never had an interest to have anal sex, just to enjoy mutual masturbation and oral. However the thought of this wrestling match was so arousing that I agreed to the situation and we stared to oil our bodies for the contest. It is fortunate that my backyard is very private and that we could use the soft grass as a wrestling mat. "Okay the winner out of three bouts," I agreed. Now we began to oil our bodies with the sun-tanning oil again so that it would make it more difficult to get a grip on each other's bodies. So instead of a light covering on our bodies we made a second skin that shone in the hot sun and also oiled our hair so that would glistening in our match. Setting the arena for our match we settled into the corners and looking at Neville made me wish that we had a camera since he looked magnificent. His body seemed to shine a pale gold and his dark hair was a slick that as darker than I had ever seen it. His muscles were so well formed and seemed to stand out. I could understand how the Greeks could consider the gymnasium to be the place for the beautiful. Looking at his cock it seemed to be lit with flares of fire as the sun shone it Being framed by his bare flesh instead of the hair previously made him a living statue that could have been created by Phidias. It looked so magnificent that I wanted to kneel before him and take it deep into my mouth. "You look so eatable and I want that cock but only after our match. Now the best out of three wins," Neville said as he slipped into a half squat and made his way towards me. I wondered if he had done this thing before since he seemed to know what to do. I wasn't experienced at this but I was willing to try. I reached for him and found my hand slip off his oiled skin and then discover him behind me and his arms laced through mine and his hands behind my neck in a half nelson. I found myself being pressed to the grass as he slipped down along my body and pulled me so that my back and shoulders rested on the grass until a slow count of three finished and he released me after winning the first of our contests. "This is going to be easy," he remarked with a big smile. All I could think of was how his cock had slid up and down my leg leaving his precum there. His words however did make me consider how I could at least beat him and then when we were ready we started. Instead of waiting for him I pounced on him and using my heavier build pressed him into the grass. It was difficult grasping his body as the oil made me slip all over his body. At one stage he was face down beneath me and my cock was rubbing between his ass-cheeks. I felt my cock grow hard with the feeling of his ass pressed against my body until with desperate will I was able to wrap my legs about his waist and swing him over my body so that his neck and shoulders rested against the grass. My count of three seemed to take forever but in the end I made it and I released Neville who rubbed his neck. He looked at me with a small smile and I could see that he would not be letting me use that trick again. So we now stood facing each other realising that this was our deciding match. We circled each other ready for any opening until Neville leaped towards me. We tried to gain purchase using our hands to find a place to grip but our hands and arms slid off the heavily oiled skin. I felt his cock touch mine and I imagined both of them erect and crossed like swords trying to gain advantage in some tournament and as I imagined this he was able to throw me to the ground. Taking advantage of my lack of concentration he pinned his body against mine and squatted over my chest as he tried to push my arms shoulders into the grass. As he did this I tried to throw him off and struggled with all my strength against his hold. He pushed forward and held his legs firmly pressed to my chest. I felt that unless I was able to find a solution to this hold in the end he would win. It was then that I noticed that his cock was almost next to my lips as he used his legs to push my body against grass. The sight of his cock next to my mouth and my desperation made me try something completely unexpected as I licked the head of his cock. He shuddered and his gripped relaxed slightly. Lifting my head I slipped the oiled head into my mouth allowing my tongue to run along the soft skin and his cock rose to full erection. As he became even more excited I felt the pressure from his legs ease and I was able to ease my arms from the trap he had created. He moaned as he began to pump his now fully erect cock into his mouth and taking hold of his thighs I parted them so I could move my body further between his legs. Then in a smooth single move I pulled his body against mine and rested his shoulders on the grass. Kneeling with his legs draped over my shoulders and his tight butt against my chest I took his cock into my mouth. Using my tongue it hardened and I sucking it into my hungry mouth. As always he tasted of that mixture of salt and meat and this time with the trace of sweat and sun-tanning oil. "Three," I gasped remembering our match before I took his cock into my mouth again as it pumped in and out. I heard a chuckle and then felt his lips sucking my balls into his mouth while his fingers slid up and down the length of my cock. Then all I could concentrate on was sucking and licking at the cock in my mouth. All the time I stroked along the slippery oiled flesh that seemed so firm for me now. I felt his cock stab in and out of my mouth. I must say it was difficult to concentrate with what he was doing to my cock and every now and again he touched my ass-hole and it was exciting but I really didn't want him putting his cock in there. I sucked on his cock intently allowing my tongue to run around the rim of his glans and massaged his balls gently with my fingers feeling them tight in their sac. I felt the familiar bucking of his hard flesh as he shot cum into my mouth. As he shot the liquid I gulped it down and to get even more of his bitter seed. Softening the cock slipped from my mouth and onto his shaved pubis. Then I felt his hand speed up as I released his body to slip to the grass. The touch of his hand forced my cock to grow ever more aroused until I came. I felt my cock drained of my my cum and I felt him release it and I moved from my position so that I could admire the pearls of cum over his chest. Dipping my fingers into my cum I allowed him to lick each drop from them. As he did this I heard a slight gasp and turning my head saw my wife her hand under her skirt playing with her cunt looking at us lust in her eyes. Seeing me look at her one eyelid dipped and she winked at me.