Big, Built, Body-fighters Guild (Erotic)

09:33 Kirby_Kingston: The boys seem ready after evening practice. Away tournaments over a weekend are always a hassle to schedule practice for but the boys earned it. I worked them hard this season but it has been worth it. The only real downside for my boys was the hotel renting out space to a rival team and even letting them use the hotel gym for a pump and practice at the same time. Fucking event planners just want to squeeze more cash out of the guests.
09:41 Kirby_Kingston: Still now the boys are off to bed, curfew enforced and I am planted far from the rooms so my young men can break out if they want to risk it. After a long bus ride and the enemy team in the gym, we could all use the excuse to blow off some steam. I for one am hitting the gym for my workout. I plan on hitting my chest hard today as I walk back into the gym in my muscle tee and sweatpants. It’s like I tell my boys, you got to own whatever gym you are in. I start to strut around the gym, begin to stretch out then start my workout. At 6’2” and 275, there is a lot of me to work with. I smirk to myself as I start to build a light sweat as I start with some dumbbell pullovers. The feel of my muscle fibers contracting and rolling is such pleasing high I fail to notice I am not the only coach in the gym. Yt
09:47 Alex_Rossi: Regionals are always a nightmare, though sending my boys back early definitely gave me some free time to hit the gym in the after-hours. The day was already not going as planned as we'd had a couple of run-ins with the enemy team, how they thought to squeeze two rival teams of testosterone-filled teenagers in the same hotel is beyond me. I give a good lap in the gym, strutting my stuff, feeling myself tonight as I do some pumps in front of the mirror, looking at my 276-pound body in all its glory, a good 6'2'' barely fitting in the frame of the floor to ceiling mirror. Some would say I've got an ego, but with muscles like these who wouldn't? Eyeing my pecs with each bulge with each lift, the dumbbells are not enough to give me a challenge, as I swap over to find a heavier set.
09:52 Alex_Rossi: As I head across to the rack, I finally notice that I'm not alone tonight, so engrossed in my workout that I seemed to have missed it. I can only describe the man in front of me as an absolute tank, his body looking outsized even in my eyes, and I've lived in the gym since I was a teenager. Just then I notice the jersey of the enemy school, well he's too old to be a student and too buff to be a parent volunteer, this must be the "great" Coach Kingston I've heard so many things about. I begin to check him out as he seems engrossed in the selection of his own set of dumbbells, knowing I really shouldn't do this, poor sportsmanship and all that but I couldn't help but get a dig in. "Hey man, those might be a bit heavy for you bud, why don't you try the other section." I give you a tap on the shoulders (damn he's firm and not even flexing), before eyeing the kid section of weights "those might be more your league...", letting out a condescending smirk. yt
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09:56 Kirby_Kingston: Here I am minding my own business, working with a diligent focus to sculpt my already killer physique when Coach Who Gives a Shit What His Name Is has to come over and start the trash-talking. My blood starts to boil just a bit, but more from anticipation than rage. This beast is built like a Greek God and from what I hear gives pretty sound advice to his wrestlers. Well since he is handing me the opportunity I am going to have a little fun and get in his head.
09:59 Kirby_Kingston: I turn to face him only after I finish my set. I realize I have the heaviest weights from the racks and I have no interest in sharing. Instead, I slowly turn to look my rival in the eye, certain I will tower over him. What I find is a confident big man trying to stare me down with a smirk. “Get lost bench warmer, these dumbbells are for the real men.”
10:00 Kirby_Kingston: Then just to add insult to injury I let my big pecs bounce, a slow roll of muscles left to right. I am a bodybuilder as well as a wrestler and do so enjoy showing off. My chest ripples in a tightly controlled motion designed to intimidate. Yt
10:05 Alex_Rossi: While I knew he was big, what was surprising was his height, as he rises and stares me down nose to nose. Seeing you roll your pecs left to right, I knew right away you were up to no good. After all, that's exactly what I would do to intimidate a rival, he even dares to call me a bench warmer. I wanted a friendly introduction but this asshole has made it all but impossible. "No need to act tough here, those muscles may look good but we both know they're not for use, why don't you just hand it over," I say, before grabbing onto those dumbbells, our fingers clamping around each other, as you readjust fast trying to grip mine back.
10:06 Alex_Rossi: I give my pecs a bump and a swell, two giant mounds dancing up with a flex as I do, lifting my chin up trying to stare down upon you, but our similar height makes it close to impossible. No way am I going to let this guy get in my head. yt
10:10 Kirby_Kingston: Our strong fingers interlock as we both grasp the weights. Our forearms and biceps both start to flare as we struggle to not only control the weights but to avoid looking like it takes any effort to do so. “You want them, take them if you can.” I dare you as we both start to pull harder, shoulders and triceps now turning with effort. You stare me eye to eye as those massive mounds of yours flex and swell.
10:14 Kirby_Kingston: After about a minute of building tension you manage to pull the dumbbell out of my right hand. A moment later I rip the left-hand weight away from your grasp. I can feel the effort draining me but I make a point to act casual as if we aren’t starting a showdown in the gym. I make a point to lift the weight then throw it to my other hand and do a curl. “You might want to leave the gym Rossi. Otherwise, things might get complicated.”
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10:21 Alex_Rossi: The tug of war is intense, though I suspect given the strain on your veiny forearms it can't be much of a cakewalk for you either. It takes a good minute before I manage to grab hold of the weight on my left but to my dismay, your sharp tug takes the remaining weight from my right. Seeing you throw your weight, even daring to ask ME to leave, it's infuriating but I can't show that. I chuckle, before rolling my shoulders back, and giving a slow pump with my weight, so close our biceps all but brush past each other, feeling your hard veiny triceps brush against my biceps, and vice versa. "Oh, I think you've got it backward Kingston" looks like we were both acquainted with the competition beforehand. "Things are already complicated, but you still have a chance if you leave right now, preferably with a tail between your legs. "
10:24 Alex_Rossi: I can feel my face flush with rage, sweat rolling down my neck as I feel the intense body heat mix between us, I take a step in, leaving barely half an inch between our pecs, both panting hard from the earlier exertion of our little strength test, our peaks rising in sync, knowing as soon as they touch, the challenge is all but set. Hoping you'll flinch, I don't back off, staring you down, eye to eye, nose to nose, as we keep on pumping, almost deliberately rubbing our tris together with each motion. yt
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10:29 Kirby_Kingston: I feel this big bastard’s tris and bis, that amazing swollen muscle you get only from years of grueling training. You step in closer like a champ as we lock gazes. I cannot help but register your thick build, good looks, and complete arrogance. It makes me want to break you badly. One chance you say…. “Consider it official, my last chance is spent. What are you going to do about it?” I ask in my most conceited tone.
10:32 Kirby_Kingston: My body is starting to feel the testosterone and adrenaline in my veins. My muscles build their pump, Im still holding the dumbbell while my other hand to all but rips my shirt off. I let my face set in a smirk as my shoulders, lats, and pecs swell. With some satisfaction, I notice my body has an edge in size now. Then I say the most indulgent boast I know. “I don’t even need to wrestle you to beat you Rossi. My manly muscles alone are enough to dominate you.”
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10:37 Alex_Rossi: Somehow I just knew you wouldn't back off, call it bodybuilders’ intuition, but it's not like I didn't want this either. Feeling your muscles swell with each pump, the perfect sculpted body only possible with years of hard work, more and more eager to break them with each pump. As we reject each other's ultimatums, I let my dumbbell drop to the floor with a harsh dud, knowing a full-on fight would get us banned from the gym, but there are other ways to settle matters between muscle beasts like us. Feeling my muscles at their apex, thinking I could probably edge you in size now, I feel my entire torso swell with a flex, adrenaline coursing through my entire body as my tight compression shirt rips with a sharp thread, down the center of my pecs, before tugging off the remaining from my body. Who cares about a single shirt when I can let you know just exactly who's in control.
10:41 Alex_Rossi: Letting you take it all in, I know just exactly how to "rest" my muscles so they look relaxed but pumped out in their max size. "Knew you'd run from a proper wrestling match Kingston, your team always played second fiddle to mine, but those muscles? They don't even come close to second place..." as I lift my arms in a double bi, a staple bodybuilding pose we both no doubt have practiced… "to my alpha bod." Feeling myself, still clamped tight, I roll my shoulders forward, letting you examine my biceps in all their glory after pumping them the entire night. "Dominate? Don't make me laugh, I can break any part of your body, muscle to muscle, strength vs strength." yt
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10:46 Kirby_Kingston: You do look magnificent, I am man enough to admit it if only silently to myself. Your sheer size, cuts, and thickness are marvelous. Still, it’s your body heat, your alpha scent, and the simple confidence that really pushes my buttons. Still, I won’t be cowed by any man, even one as potent as you. Instead, I raise my arms, slowly to let the muscles build to their ultimate contraction. My right bicep forms a mass of sculpted muscles while my left arm goes out to form a classic Olympia pose.
10:50 Kirby_Kingston: I move closer our colossal chests just touching. Rather than slam my pecs into yours, a move I am certain you are more than ready for I let my big pecs brush against your thick chest. The touch is light, almost teasing, and designed to send your pec flesh into a quiver. In a low growling voice, I say “I would kick your ass on the mat just like my boys will do to yours. As for muscle to muscle, strength vs strength… why don’t we go to the locker room and test your boast?”
10:53 Kirby_Kingston: “Unless you too much a pussy. Need the safety net of a packed gym.” I know there is no way a man of your caliber is afraid but I also know we are already pushing the borders of what will be tolerated. Plus I just want to piss you off and insult that physique of yours. “What do you say man boobs?” As I lay my final taunt I bounce my pecs just so, flicking your big nips with mine just for the hell of it.
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10:57 Alex_Rossi: Seeing your classic Olympia pose, it's almost too much for me to bear, indeed you look like the example of an alpha stud, the sheer size of your traps and those massive pecs would be the envy of the world, yet given our impasse, I could never admit that to you. But your sheer arrogance, the way you would never back down, and our continuing escalation is driving me crazy. I refuse to be outdone, as you challenge me to a more private contest, our pecs inched together, neither of us pressing but just feeling out our rival's strong muscles. Your scent, your body heat, and our sweat mix down the curve of our brushing mounds driving my nipples to harden more than they've ever before, and with our next brush, they quickly flick past each other.
11:02 Alex_Rossi: "Let's go bitch tits!" Unable to hide the excitement in my voice, he just signed his death warrant as I think of the myriad of ways I could destroy him in the privacy of the locker room. Picking up our abandoned shirts on the ground, we move quickly into the locker room by the showers. I strip down to almost nothing, knowing my sheer size would be enough to break most men, but seeing you're doing the same. We play a game of strip chicken, you removing your pants slowly as I do the same until we're both in thin posers, typical wear for wrestlers to not leave an outline in singlets, but way too revealing for well endowed men like us. I rise to meet your gaze again, both of us close to nude, seeing your impressive outline barely hidden by those sweat-soaked posers. Just to think, if he wasn't such an asshole we might have had some fun another way, feeling my cock throb at the sight of your magnificent body.
11:03 Alex_Rossi: "Well, no more packed gym now..." my tone was laced with ego and much more aggressive. "Why don't we see if those puffed-up pussy muscles can handle these." I point as my pecs bounce up and down. yt
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11:08 Kirby_Kingston: My pecs bounce in a rapid pattern of phenomenal display of strength and control. My pecs roll up and down, then right to left, and then split to roll in the opposite direction. I even roll my left pec up while my right roll to the left completely independent of each other. This display has driven many a bodybuilding rival to falter but somehow I know it’s just the open move in the chess match of muscle.
11:10 Kirby_Kingston: The aggression and superiority roll off my body language like a slap to the face. “Bring it man boobs, I will flatten those pussy pecs!” Then I very deliberately take a big step closer, my pecs still bouncing hard. Yt
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11:15 Alex_Rossi: Seeing your display, it's clear this isn't your first bout. But I need to even the playing field before anything else, you play at rolling your pecs in a display of absolute muscle control, surely enough to scare away most average rivals, but I know this isn't nearly enough to contend with my muscle prowess. I roll my pecs to the side then outwards, before crushing them together into the center, a move that if we were clamped together, would have crushed your mounds into smithereens between my own set in a full-on crush. Yet you have the gall to step in further.
11:16 Alex_Rossi: Enraged I taunt back, "I'll flatten you bitch tits, those flat soft pussy pecs are nothing!"
11:18 Alex_Rossi: Then I play at a taunt that any knowing bodybuilder would shudder at, I let my pecs flick up and down in quick succession, a move proving pure muscle control but also the endurance of my pecs, vibrating them, a move that could not only frot the other into submission but in quick succession ruin the rivals nip with fast raking flicks. Despite all our posturing, this is still the opening, we have yet to test our demonstrations against each other. As I take yet another step in, so close I can feel the heat radiate from your body. yt
11:25 Kirby_Kingston: I see your displays of power, and masculine muscle control and I feel my heart pound. Yes, this thrill, the challenge I train so hard for. I watch those manly mounds of yours as you show off what moves and techniques you will use to damage my pecs and pride. The whole time while my face remains a smirk. I take a half step in and whisper in a half growl “not bad… but see this” as I crush my pecs together and then very slowly roll them back apart. The whole time I do this maneuver I force more size into my big mounds. Not a feat I can hold for long but my message is clear, I will counter your crush with this muscle roll. Then I give up that gained size for speed and precision as my pecs bounce up and down, my nips hardening as I move. Then my nips begin to rake up and down first together, then in opposition, as I bounce the pecs in alternation. Again my message is clear, I would counter your frot with my own!
11:29 Kirby_Kingston: Still I see anger and frustration in your eyes, not fear. You still refuse to acknowledge all this perfection of manhood! My own anger rises at this slight to my power and prowess. We are so close I can smell the sweat on your pec meat, and feel the air displace as you bounce. “Rossi, I challenge you to a pec fight,” I say in a menacing tone, as I wait for you to move in at the same time I do, my anticipation competing with my fury and lust!
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11:33 Alex_Rossi: Even in this close range, I can see your pecs mime the moves you would to counter my own. Your sheer muscle power and then your speed only entices me further. Never have I had an opportunity to let out all the techniques I train for, yet you might finally offer me that chance. Your face remains a smirk but the effort is clear from your strain and sweat. While I hold an arrogant smirk of my own, my eyes cloud with anger, I will not let him show me up. I can smell your musk, strong and masculine and a bit too close to my scent. With a low growl, I decided it was time to settle this. "Kingston, I challenge you to a pec fight!".
11:37 Alex_Rossi: To my surprise, we challenge each other at the same time, our pecs all but ready to collide, the simultaneous challenge was the last straw as all our posturing comes ahead. The initial collision was nothing I could have ever expected. Feeling your giant, wide, smooth pecs imprint on my own, I can feel each striation of muscle, each segment of hardened muscle against my own. The feeling of pain is laced with pleasure as I find my nips hitting at-point against your rival set. I grunt hard but alas am unable to suppress the moan that escapes my throat, not even enraged but more impressed that you proved to be the perfect rival after all. As the daze of our first impact cools, I begin to slide my pecs into yours, rubbing hard and getting faster still, feeling them both cave into each other, as our massive mounds of pure muscle spill to the side. yt
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11:42 Kirby_Kingston: Rossi’s amazing physique may be even stronger than it looks. The initial impact was a mix of pain from our hardened pec mass meeting head-on as our nips delivered pleasure and pain with the skill of a master. My growl of primal fury converts to a low gasp as I realize my rival truly is meeting my every assault of muscle.
11:45 Kirby_Kingston: As you begin your next campaign of offensive flexing I feel your pecs rubbing in on mine, trying to work them into submission. I do what any man should, meet muscle with muscle, speed for speed. We both become breathless as our pecs and nips speed up faster and faster. No matter how hard I push, you match the elevation of muscle combat each time!
11:49 Kirby_Kingston: Then I decide to unleash the big guns, one of my all-time favorite pec busters! I bend my knees slightly, letting your massive mounds start to push mine down. I let you gain the advantage for about 20 seconds before I suddenly straighten. My thick pecs come up under your pec shelf and begin to bully your proud pecs up. My nips likewise slip under yours and stab up. It takes about 30 seconds but in short order, my pecs are driving yours up. “Look bitch ….. I am ….. lifting your…… pecs!” I say between the building grunts and moans being inflicted.
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11:53 Alex_Rossi: Slowly I feel myself bend you down, your knees seem to buckle slightly, yet it's too controlled, your pecs are below mine now, having the advantage of gravity as I rub and pound down on your pecs, but then I feel a harsh lift, starting with my nips, as you straighten, no less than half a minute before my pecs are pushed up and driven in, your nips stabbing harshly into my tender underside. "Fuck...nghh..." grunting out as I feel your domination rising.
11:57 Alex_Rossi: Needing to switch tactics fast, I employ my favorite counterstrike, I let you push my mounds even further, letting them cave even further as they collapse all around, your hard pecs denting into my purposefully softened set. You play right into my trap as you pummel and harden even further, your mass now fully concentrated as I ready myself, my spilled sidewards pecs begin to harden, and then squeeze in, collapsing and almost swallowing your pecs from every direction. It takes less than a minute before your originally tightened pec mounds are now crushed inwards by my harder set, my turn for my nips to swipe inwards in a circular motion, probing and flicking your set, even though the damage is not far from onesided.
11:58 Alex_Rossi: "Looks like... I'm squeezing ... those man boobs... hard..." I can barely speak between hard grunts of exertion, but it's worth it for the mental victory. I lift my arms, behind my head, and let my torso flare out in its most alpha pose, adding to the dominance of my momentary victory. yt
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12:02 Kirby_Kingston: I feel elated as I have your number, driving your big pecs up. Hearing you mutter curses and grunts is music to my ears. I take extra pleasure in torturing these big nips of yours, working the underside hard and fast. I feel your strong chest erode, I should have realized it was too easy but I just cannot resist. Then your big pecs redirect their flex and my mass is in the worst spot to meet the new attack! “What the…. DAMN!”
12:05 Kirby_Kingston: Your pecs come in from the side, crushing force when my strength is elsewhere. Suddenly I am on the receiving end of this pec fight! Over the next minute, my hard set of pecs is get bullied and condensed to the center. Fuck!!! Got to move fast. My nips are getting probed and flicked on top of my mass crushed! Fuck, FUCK FUCK!!!!
12:10 Kirby_Kingston: As your arms go up, your chest flaring out and gain more size something in me snaps. My arms go out to my sides, fist clenched as I force myself to let my pecs relax. That only makes the crush worst but then I howl with rage and reflex my straining fibers forcing my big pecs to roll out in either direction. I feel your big pecs counter, crushing still as I quickly reset my effort again. My pecs explode, rolling up this time instead of out, the right and left. With each rotation of the muscle, I feel my size and hardness build. I slowly move my fingers up to the back of my head and flex one last Herculean effort as my massive pecs break free of your crushing grip. “You will pay for that you bitch tit bastard!” I try to roar but mostly gasp out.
12:14 Kirby_Kingston: I lean back then slam hard into your big set, letting pecs collide on pecs. I want you to think I am wounded, out of ideas past a basic hit. I lean back and strike again. This time I stay close and begin to circle your nips with mine. For ten seconds I trace my nips along yours before suddenly slashing down with my nips across yours. Then I go back to circling your nip determined to overload you with stimulation. “How sensitive are those nips right now?” I taunt desperately seeking my revenge! Yt
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12:19 Alex_Rossi: Your sheer power is insane and I curse my arrogance into thinking I could have held your pec for any considerable period of length, your mounds snapping out from my hold with a pressure that would have torn the muscle of any lesser man. Then I await the inevitable hit, before you settle and try to probe and circle my nips, I suspect you're in recovery, so I meet your circle with my counter, our nips drawing small rounds around each other before I feel a sudden sharp stroke ... "AGhhhhh" I grunt hard as I feel my nips ripped down by your flick, furious that you would break our methodical nip combat with a cheap move. As you taunt me about the sensitivity of my nips, my anger boils over. I fight fire with fire. Sharply drawing back before punching my pecs into yours, centering myself and scrunching my lower pec centered on my nips as I aim to crush and invert your set with my own.
12:27 Alex_Rossi: Yet my pin is short-lived, I can slowly feel your nips drawing back out and contesting my own. Kingston's endurance is just too much, even your scent is driving me insane, your ego, your muscles, and your musk in an unending war with my own. Hating that I can smell your sweat, I move our uplifted shoulders together with a harsh slam, our biceps ball into each other as our arms flay to the side, before rubbing up into you with my entire torso in one swift lift, our full frontal bodies frot together, ridged 8 packs move past each other with delicious friction, our smooth pits glide and suction lubed up by buckets of sweat poring from our under arms. But our pecs, begin to brutally swallow each other with each motion, a full frontal frot war.
12:30 Alex_Rossi: Despite you matching me move for move, technique for technique, in the back of my mind I had hoped to best you with my pec control, yet it has been fruitless for too long. I know I have you beaten in raw size and power, yet even then I am uncertain. Mania and rage take control as I frot you over and over, our bodies sliding into each other, grinding, rubbing, and sliding all over. "Feel that..." I'm barely able to speak, the sensations are too overwhelming ... "my entire body .... is gonna grind your muscles ... no ... FUCK your muscles ... until they go soft...." Trying my best to keep up the mental edge despite my incoherence. yt
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12:38 Kirby_Kingston: “No ….. my muscles ….. will rape …. Bod! Your….. pecs will quiver….. Your legs give…. I will … own your nips!” I mutter, vague but potent threats as our bodies rub and tense. I just have to hold only, technique, size, and lust… something has to give! “More size…. More power…. More bounce..” I whisper as I try against all reason to gain a shred of size, to demonstrate superior muscle control but nothing is working…. How big, how strong is this beast!
12:44 Kirby_Kingston: Every muscle of mine feels stretched and flexed to the limits as I twist and rub my hard body into my rivals. Yet nothing seems to finish him. I know my body is hurting him, giving him pleasure and pain to sting his ego. Yet somehow it is not enough. Slowly I bring one arm away from our lock and slip it around your back. After a moment you match my motion then we each bring our other arms on our waist. By some unspoken mutual agreement, we clinch in a mutual squeeze, drawing our bodies even tighter together. “My muscles…. fuck … better…” I say in a half-mad state.
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12:48 Alex_Rossi: Feeling your arm come down, I grab against your back for better purchase, the movement is mutual, both of us wanting to thoroughly and completely unman each other, and the only way is to keep each other in an even lock. Your power is insane, I force every bit of myself into you, trying to cause pain, pleasure, whatever I can do to gain an edge, yet everything seems to be futile. "No ... escape now..." true madness is taking over as my motions become more and more frantic in search of raw speed and pressure. "You're locked in ... with me.. until... I rape... your... bod..." Random mutterings escape me as I try all the threats I can think of. "bitch tits ... weak nips ... I'm bigger... more powerful...".
12:51 Alex_Rossi: Lowering my arm, to have a better angle more potent angle of the squeeze, my hands fully reach around your sides, trying to crush the one arm I have under my bearhug along with your impossibly wide lats. Yet the pressure is mounting on my own, feeling like I'm squeezing into a steel frame that refuses to give. Feeling your arms slide down as well, we both allow each other a more complete hold. Had our bodies not been completely covered in sweat, the sheer friction burns between our skins would have chaffed up our entire frontal torsos. Yet somehow it's still not enough, but I can't give in now, it's life or death. We continue to pummel and slide and frot into each other with reckless abandon. yt
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12:57 Kirby_Kingston: “I am bigger….. stronger….. better nips…” I keep froting, my fantastic pecs leading the way but now my whole body desperately seeks your destruction. I try for another circling of your nips. This has to be enough yet all it accomplishes is your countering with your circling as our abs seem fused together. Muscles roll, sweat slicks us and we tumble about yet somehow we stay locked, determined to win this. In my growing madness, I try one last ace, one last attempt a victory. I play against your ego and your pride with the most basic of taunts.
13:01 Kirby_Kingston: “Rossi…. You’re strong…. Maybe too strong…. But I bet…. I know my dick makes….. makes yours look small.” It’s a childish taunt but one no bodybuilder can hear without answering. Perhaps just perhaps this will push my foe into over-extending himself! I just have to wait for his reaction…. But no I have too far gone, I need a win. Instead of playing it safe I very deliberately push my bulge against yours. I let my swollen hardon hump against you hoping this last act of masculine power will break your will. Yt
13:13 Alex_Rossi: I barely register your insult, all too focused on our total body war. But then I feel it, your deliberate hit against my crotch, your hard bulge pushing into my own, my sweat-soaked posers have already been peeled halfway down by our mutual grinding motions. Then I hear you, challenge my manhood directly, an insult I can't bare. "Kingston ... Your strength ... is formidable... but I know my cock ... can out fuck yours ... even if ... my muscles can't." I don't even care about my admission of your strength, anything for a win is my only hope.
13:18 Alex_Rossi: My need to gain control trumps my common sense as I rip off your poser from behind, shifting my bearhug clasp lower to do so, the thin fabric leaving little resistance as I feel your heavy rod flick out from containment and smack me hard on my abs, leaving a trail of pre as it slides up my ab wall. I can barely believe my eyes as your 10-inch rod unfurls before me, momentarily stunned, I try to convince myself that he may be close in length but I have him in girth if it ever came to it. yt
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13:26 Kirby_Kingston: Seeing you are staggered for an instant as you marvel at my man tool I strike quickly! I rip your poser in one swift motion. I growl in triumph as I expose your weakness only to be surprised at just how massively endowed you are. That big boa must be close to 10 inches, I am pretty sure I have him in the length but the bastard girth…. It would be a close contest.
13:27 Kirby_Kingston: For a moment we both just breathe, barely squeezing as we gaze at our rival's equipment, both dazzled to find yet another stalemate to bare!
13:30 Kirby_Kingston: “See…. I have… you ….beat.” I whisper as I try to hold my cock out to expose its fullest size. “Longer …. Wider…” I try to say but on the inside, I am churning with rage, jealousy and disbelief. I try to flex my whole body still but I can feel my leg muscles starting to cramp up… yt
13:33 Alex_Rossi: "No way ... I'm longer... and wider... "Though I'm not sure it's true, which only makes me seethe with hatred, straining to pump myself to its full size as our cocks slide next to each other, veiny lengths slapping softly, edging and playfully parrying for now as if to test their new-found rival. Then with mutual permission, we start the squeeze again, but now with a whole new nexus of competition, the ultimate way to prove our alpha superiority.
13:36 Alex_Rossi: I direct all my rage to our resumed body war before I realize what's more final than fucking your rod with my own. Capitalizing on our enclosed ab walls, I slide our cocks until they're kissing head to head, cum slits probing into each other, both moaning at the pleasure of the newfound sensation. before I pump into you with my cock, sliding the underside of my cock into yours, the veiny cock length on its rival trunk creating enough natural friction for me to realize I can't keep this up for long. Yet the pleasure of fucking your cock with my own is too much, as I ride up my length into you again ... "feel that ... bitch ... gonna rape your .. cock.. with my own....". yt
13:41 Kirby_Kingston: “Aaaarrggghhh…. No … my cock is stronger….will seed yours…. Make you spill….” I gently rub our undersides together determine to pay you back. I let our big heads come back together and push along the edge of your head. The steady motion a caress on your manhood! I keep working that head and then the cum vein all in an attempt to see your big cock shudder!
13:43 Kirby_Kingston: I focus all my power, all my remaining manly might into my big cock. Then just because I want to hurt your big dick I pull my big cock down and swing it into your balls. My shaft strikes hard, literally splitting your nuts.
13:44 Kirby_Kingston: “My cock will make you beg!” I say as my energy and drive reach a new level of obsession! “Mine is the superior dick!” Yt
13:47 Alex_Rossi: "FUCKKKK" I scream as I feel your cock pull down and split my balls in two, the pain is excruciating, but the humiliation is worse. Redrawing all my focus, I buckle my legs before you and open myself up to yet another blow, but this time I'm prepared, parrying your cock out of the way just in time to land a joust square into your sac, my hard cock head close to impaling your nuts.
13:50 Alex_Rossi: "You'll be the one begging Kingston!" My fervor is renewed again by yet another element of our bodies that seems to be in a stalemate. We trade strikes back and forth, balls splitting, cockheads ramming, we even fuck each other between our thighs briefly, squeezing our tight quads around each other's cocks for a good minute before we're forced to separate, any longer and we would have lost our load and our potential hardness.
13:53 Alex_Rossi: All the ball slam contests slowly settles as the pain gets to me, it seems to have gotten to you as well, resting our cocks between the natural crevice of our packed abs, we slide them along each other, moving along with the motion of our frotting bodies. My hands move lower and lower until I'm practically groping your ass, pulling your groin into me as I hump my groin backwards then forwards, sawing our hard steel rods together.
13:53 Alex_Rossi: yt
06:42 Kirby_Kingston: The pain, the pressure, even the moments of bliss swirl in my head as my body somehow thrives with power yet fails to vanquish my foe. I feel your hands on my ass, feel my balls churning, and the building friction burns of our sawing immense cocks. I know I am so swollen, so very hard yet no matter my best effort you seem to resist. The pain on your face is as obvious as is the fatigue of your amazing body, yet still, you fight on. I need to dig deeper to outmuscle you but somehow I can’t outmuscle this rival coach!
06:43 Kirby_Kingston: Even as we saw with great speed and friction I need desperately to hurt you, to wound your pride as well as your body. “Weak dick ….look at those… weak balls.” Even as I taunt you I feel myself start to leak pre despite my best effort. Fuck, not yet I think! Yt
16:12 Alex_Rossi: Your cock feels so massive and throbbing against my own, I don't even have to see it to feel how swollen it feels against my massive cock. Your face is full of strain, yet you resist my pushes and every sawing motion with a rivaling force. I'm leaking too hard now to turn back, the friction and pain are too much and I'm leaking pre by the buckets. I'm trying to saw into you as hard as I can, every segment, even every strand of muscle meeting their match. I pull on your ass further, humping and frotting you as hard as I can, fucking the underside of your cock with my sensitive veiny length. "Your cock.. is the weak one... feel my body ... fucking yours ... so.. hard...". yt
06:01 Kirby_Kingston: My focus is wavering, my body starting to fall to exhaustion and my mighty cock is leaking pre like a broken faucet. I hear your words, feel the weakened power of your body, and know your arms and torso are losing strength. Despite this, your massive dick continues to fight all the harder. Our most sensitive undersides of our members are all but on fire with overwhelming pressure and pleasure, yet somehow we find the words to offer taunts. My big member feels like it’s could explode at any moment. My ball and big cock are so beyond worked over. Still, I keep fucking in this body battle, knowing I will fight till I fall over or lost my load. Nothing else will end my will to fight.
06:08 Kirby_Kingston: Without even thinking my actions through, I push us even further together all but howling in response to my actions. Good god, you feel so great, Rossi’s physique and cock are the most potent man I have ever faced off with. Part of me wants to tell him that, to embrace this stud of studs. Too bad that is not the part that is talking. “You’re weak ….. weak cock … is about …. to …. to …. blow …” I say as if my balls aren’t fit to burst. “Bet …. bet your ….. cum is watery …. weak….” My words are barely a whisper but I fill them with venom as I make my final challenge. Yt
04:20 Alex_Rossi: Exhaustion slowly sets in as I feel my cock begin to leak an endless stream of pre between each slow rub. I can feel my power drain from my body, yet your own body appears to be powering down also. I hear you howl as you begin to fuck my body back with everything you have, the seconds turn into minutes as we settle into our brutal body fuck, grind for grind, hump for hump. The underside of my cock felt raw from the friction and endless slides against an equally veiny and girthy opponent. "You're weak ... pale cum ... is nothing ... compared to my strong ... thick seed... I'll milk you first ... then break your ... broken cock...". My words full of hate, only masked by the sheer pleasure of our fight and the lust induced by our actions.
04:26 Alex_Rossi: We both lose track of time, 10 minutes maybe 20, though I can feel the throbs of your cock and see the lift of your balls, I'm all too aware of how close I am close to busting possibly the biggest load of my life. So tempted to just let loose, hug it out with this alpha hunk, let my body drape and rub against yours in pleasure and not in pain, but this asshole had to challenge me, and I never back down from a fight. It's been a good hour since our first pec-on-pec collision, and I've maintained my flex throughout it, yet I can feel it starting to fail as we frot our pecs with each grind, then I feel it, slowly my muscles losing control, my nips too are too tender to maintain their hardness, quickly looking down praying I'm still ahead of you, yet uncertain if my pecs are still harder and or if you have already crushed your pecs into my chest. yt
03:08 Kirby_Kingston: My big pecs are going numb, my hard nips trying desperately to flick or fuck your hard bullet nips, but I just cannot control my thick torso anymore. It feels like my heavy set of mounds are on fire as they grind for one second but then the next moment the numbness sets back in. I cannot honestly tell if I have this rival coach pinned under my pecs or if he has me smothered and covered by his big chest. The worst part is my pecs are likely doing the best out of everything else save my cock. My arms and legs were weak and wobbly before but now I just cannot feel them at all as fatigue and failure set in.
03:14 Kirby_Kingston: My cock seems to battle with a will of its own. The lust, the sheer intensity, it’s too much for my conscious mind yet somehow my body, my cock keeps going matching my rival stroke for stroke, grind for grind. The frotting is more intense than anything I have ever experienced but this bastard is still up. The pleasure… the bliss… I feel my balls ready to explode, my massive tool and balls have swollen beyond their ability to bare time and time again as we collide with sensual supremacy. “Going to…. Going to… cover you… in my…”
03:15 Kirby_Kingston: Those are the last words I utter before my body trembles and the bigs of wads explode outward… yt
02:19 Alex_Rossi: The exhaustion hits me in bits then all at once, I can feel my legs giving way, arms barely holding on, and worst of all my pecs, never before has my glorious pecs been bested, yet now I can barely feel anything through the numbness. Too afraid to look down, scared that your muscles could be inverting mine all over my torso, not that I could feel anything anyways, barely able to keep up with our nip flicks for appearance's sake.
02:22 Alex_Rossi: I try to fight back with what remains, my legs still having some give to them as I pump my hard rod into yours, frotting, sliding, and grinding in every direction, until they align again, and we’re finally able to rub from head to root. The pleasure of the sensation almost offsets the pain of my burning muscles elsewhere, your cock so girthy and long against mine, both cocks flattened between our hips as I feel a stream of cum collect at the base of my cock.
02:24 Alex_Rossi: “Time to … coat you … with my…” I can barely speak as my body shudders with exhaustion, massive ropes of cum streaming out of my vein, our cum strings colliding and splashing in between our abs, I can hear your moans through my own, as my muscle seems to come alive if only momentarily, leaning against your body to keep myself upright, as my legs and hips force my cock head into yours deeper and deeper, trying to drain all your seed before I go dry myself.
02:24 Alex_Rossi: Yt
14:31 Kirby_Kingston: Hot strings of cum collide as a feeling of such joy washes over my sore aching muscles. Our thick torso and waist find themselves covered in our dueling seed. For a moment I lean against my foe, my glorious sexy foe. The feel, the scent, and the body heat all make a cardinal delight even through my sheer exhaustion. It is the blissful release alongside this beast my physique craved for the last hour.
14:35 Kirby_Kingston: Then I feel your head, your wide and still powerful cock head pushing into mine. I feel your seed blast into me with a degree of precision and power I would not have believed a man could possess at this point. He is trying to drain my seed, to cover my massive proud body and manhood. I growl as my legs and ass pump suddenly, driving my thick member into my opponent. Our slits seem perfectly aligned as I fire more seed, wanting nothing more than to overcome your cum with mine, to outlast and outman you.
14:36 Kirby_Kingston: “Mine…. Is…. Stronger…” I whisper in a daze knowing we are both close to done but still fighting out this contest to the end. Yt
00:21 Alex_Rossi: I can’t believe the audacity of this my rival muscle stud as he meets my challenge head-on, daring to drain me right back. Even now taunting me through low moans and whispers. His sculpted features on top of his sexy body have been egging me on ever since seeing him, I convince myself it’s to shut him up as I plunge my tongue down his throat locking our lips together, but I’m too overtaken with the momentary lust of our predicament as our cum slits probe into each other pump for pump, continuing to splash ropes of seed all over our torsos.
00:23 Alex_Rossi: Even our kiss turns aggressive as if neither of us will submit to be kissed as we fight to be the top lip, sucking savagely, tongues swirling in and out of each other’s mouths. It seems like an eternity before I can feel the last sad bits of cum drip out from my cock head, no longer milky white but clear like pre. You’re own rod seems to not fair much better yet both our massive weapons remain hard and locked together.
00:29 Alex_Rossi: I can barely keep myself upright as we stumble, knees wobbling as our exhausted bodies land against the locker room bench, how we were able to fit our massive frames onto it remains a mystery. Our massive quads tangle tougher, arms wrapped around your back to keep us close and stable, and pecs and abs have all but lost their flex as two soft mounds dent like jello. Side by side, the only remaining sounds in the empty locker are the sucking of our lips and the ever-continuous slapping of flesh on flesh, our hips continue dry humping like a metronome. Yt
04:09 Kirby_Kingston: I am unsure what is even motivating me beyond lust, my once seemingly all-powerful frame has been laid low, exhausted, and battered. My sexy foe and I lay on this cold bench, neither able to gain the upper hand. Our lips keep trying to overcome the other despite my utter lack of strength, my hard muscles more like broken fibers than pillars of power. I try to turn Rossi as I hold his back but the clench has no force, my arms entirely depleted. My numb pecs sag against their opposite number as I consider how I have neither been entirely broken nor emerged the victor. It’s a cold stark revelation even as my lust and last embers of pride keep my hips pumping.
04:12 Kirby_Kingston: My big cock, the greatest symbol of my manhood is dried up yet somehow bigger and harder than ever. So swollen and hard that my shaft hurts as much from its size as the collisions with my rival, I start to feel myself slipping into darkness even as continue to battle my rival, determine to hump Rossi into oblivion no matter the cost.
04:12 Kirby_Kingston: yt
04:22 Alex_Rossi: Sensations all over my body numb as I feel my inflated cock meet its rival over and over again, lips just as swollen, thinking about rolling you over but with no actual strength to do so. Feeling my eyes shudder close, realizing it must be way past midnight considering how long we've been at this. I can feel my humping slowing down as I feel my lids droop, slowly drifting to sleep and tiring, glad our tangled bodies are keeping me on the bench. The steady slam, slam, slam of our hips draws me to sleep.
04:28 Alex_Rossi: "Coach?" I faintly hear a distant voice as I wake slightly from my slumber. Feeling my body wrapped around something warm, hard muscle fibers striated against my own. The realization hit's me like a splash of cold water, as I quickly untangle myself from Coach Kingston, and stare on at one of my wrestlers in horror, my hands barely able to cover my morning wood, thankfully the other jock isn't one of mine, and I wouldn't need to explain how I arrived at this compromising position to him. Glancing around like a deer in headlights, I quickly gather my clothes in piles all around us as I scramble for an explanation ... "This... isn't what it looks like...", is all I could manage, not that it was convincing at all in the first place. yt
04:35 Kirby_Kingston: I scramble to my feet, trying to think quickly to explain myself to my team captain and star wrestler before this spins out of control. Alright before this spins out of control even more, fuck this is bad. Both young men look horrified as I say without thinking “I was trying to conquer him, muscle versus muscle….. and….. things got….. ah fuck kid, I beat him and took my victor’s right ok….” My tone sounds timid for a man of my power and authority but I am hoping that my weak explanation might appeal to my young pupil. Lord knows the boys like to get intense in the locker room. I try to causally go for my clothes, trying to play this as a natural extension of alpha behavior but I am not sure if the kid is buying it. Yt
04:41 Alex_Rossi: Fuck ... can't believe he would spin this when I was the one coming out ahead last night? Or was I? Not too certain who got the upper hand before I drifted off, but there was no way I'd let him get away with that especially with my team captain right there, I'd lose all respect. "Yeah ... we got in a bit of a tussle, Coach Kingston here bit off a bit more than he can chew ... and well ... let's just say ... I had some fun after winning." I glare at you to not contradict my version of the story, but it seems like it's already too late. Checking my watch, I turn back "you should be getting ready anyways, practice is in 30." I quickly shove him out the door, trying to act like a casual fling, before turning to you, still fuming but in broad daylight unable to deny my attraction to your still shirtless body. "This ..." motioning between us "is SO not over." yt
04:49 Kirby_Kingston: Rossi is a total bastard, claiming to have defeated me when it’s pretty clear who the better man was…. I mean I was right? I shake my head as if to banish my doubts and snarl as you as you exit the locker room. I turn to my team captain and say, “We are going to destroy them. Do you understand, we ruin them at the tournament then I swear we are taking an off-book trip to ruin them again. Get moving!” I say as my blood boils as I remember the conflict last night. Rossi was strong, the strongest I have ever faced but I know we need to finish this… maybe this time with proof of my victory.
04:49 Kirby_Kingston: The End for now

Published: 2023-03-07, viewed 208 times.