Wrestling Fantasy Part 2
Before I know it I am standing in the crude hay bale sided ring, facing my friend Steve. He is smiling back at me as our audience lets out a cheer. My heart is beating fast in anticipation and despite my nerves, I feel myself getting hard. I see that my opponent is in similar state. We move in closer and Steve suddenly makes a grab for my shoulders. His grip is firmer than I expected and takes me by surprise. I try to match his grip for a few seconds but he snaps his leg around the outside of mine, and overbalances me. I feel myself falling and wait for the pain, but Steve maintains his shoulder grip and controls my fall. As my back touches the ground, he follows through and lands on top of me.
The crowd cheers as he straddles my stomach and pins my arms. I try to move but all I manage is a pathetic squirm. Although gym fit, I am breathing quite hard already. Steve moves his weight up to my chest, using his knees to pin my shoulders. With his own arms now free, he reaches back and starts stroking me quite roughly, to which I quickly respond. Then he stops and brings his weight forward again so that his cock dangles down over my face. He grabs it and starts banging the swollen tip across my cheeks and lips. I start playing into the role by jerking my face away as if trying to resist. He grabs my head to stop this movement, and pushes his penis head against my lips until I open my mouth. The crowd jeers as he pushes inside my mouth and thrusts a few times. Playing as if I have no other choice, I raise my head and deep throat him almost back to his balls. More cheering!
With the noise of the crowd I can see Steve mouthing the words "role me" and realise he is orchestrating the next move. As his cock flops free from my mouth, I push up a couple of times, first one shoulder, then the other. On the third attempt I manage to overbalance him and we roll across the canvass. Suddenly I find myself on top in the same position Steve had been in, my weight straddling his stomach. My cock, now almost fully hard, is splayed across his belly. We both catch our breath for a few seconds. Then, without warning, Steve brings his legs up in a scissors movement and flips me back onto the canvass.
He holds me, his legs clamped high on my chest just below my neck. I momentarily feel quite alarmed, but quickly realise his grip loosens as I stop squirming and only tightens as I try to resist. Then his hand moves to my cock again and he strokes me with the flat of his palm. I can feel my precum flowing and can hear myself moaning. Better was to come, as I feel his fingers on my balls slip between my open legs and between my ass cheeks. As his finger pushes inside me I let out another gasp, and it's not long before a second finger is twisting in with the first. He spends a few minutes finger fucking me like this, before tapping my thigh, and easing his leg grip. We both get to our feet. By now, although I'm aware of the crowd, my nerves have gone, and my concentration is all on Steve.
It feels good to be standing again, and I manage to return Steve's smile. I can see that he is now very turned on. His erect cock is bending delightfully up towards his belly, and precum is oozing from the head. I feel incredibly charged up at this point, my heart pumping, my cock pulsing. I see the wash bag I had placed on a bale before we started, and reach inside for the poppers. I take a deep sniff with both nostrils from the small, brown bottle. There's only one thing on my mind now and that's Steve fucking me, and fucking me hard. But that's not gonna happen until Part 3, sorry!
The crowd cheers as he straddles my stomach and pins my arms. I try to move but all I manage is a pathetic squirm. Although gym fit, I am breathing quite hard already. Steve moves his weight up to my chest, using his knees to pin my shoulders. With his own arms now free, he reaches back and starts stroking me quite roughly, to which I quickly respond. Then he stops and brings his weight forward again so that his cock dangles down over my face. He grabs it and starts banging the swollen tip across my cheeks and lips. I start playing into the role by jerking my face away as if trying to resist. He grabs my head to stop this movement, and pushes his penis head against my lips until I open my mouth. The crowd jeers as he pushes inside my mouth and thrusts a few times. Playing as if I have no other choice, I raise my head and deep throat him almost back to his balls. More cheering!
With the noise of the crowd I can see Steve mouthing the words "role me" and realise he is orchestrating the next move. As his cock flops free from my mouth, I push up a couple of times, first one shoulder, then the other. On the third attempt I manage to overbalance him and we roll across the canvass. Suddenly I find myself on top in the same position Steve had been in, my weight straddling his stomach. My cock, now almost fully hard, is splayed across his belly. We both catch our breath for a few seconds. Then, without warning, Steve brings his legs up in a scissors movement and flips me back onto the canvass.
He holds me, his legs clamped high on my chest just below my neck. I momentarily feel quite alarmed, but quickly realise his grip loosens as I stop squirming and only tightens as I try to resist. Then his hand moves to my cock again and he strokes me with the flat of his palm. I can feel my precum flowing and can hear myself moaning. Better was to come, as I feel his fingers on my balls slip between my open legs and between my ass cheeks. As his finger pushes inside me I let out another gasp, and it's not long before a second finger is twisting in with the first. He spends a few minutes finger fucking me like this, before tapping my thigh, and easing his leg grip. We both get to our feet. By now, although I'm aware of the crowd, my nerves have gone, and my concentration is all on Steve.
It feels good to be standing again, and I manage to return Steve's smile. I can see that he is now very turned on. His erect cock is bending delightfully up towards his belly, and precum is oozing from the head. I feel incredibly charged up at this point, my heart pumping, my cock pulsing. I see the wash bag I had placed on a bale before we started, and reach inside for the poppers. I take a deep sniff with both nostrils from the small, brown bottle. There's only one thing on my mind now and that's Steve fucking me, and fucking me hard. But that's not gonna happen until Part 3, sorry!
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