First to Cum Loses Wrestling Federation

04:23 Damani_Manyo_Jones:

04:24 Damani_Manyo_Jones: The Factory Presents: Damani & Ricky Fight and Fuck

04:24 Damani_Manyo_Jones: Ricky and I have always been rivals and suffice it to say it hasn’t always been friendly. We were the same age and weight class so we first met innocently enough at middle school wrestling dual meets. Our coaches thought we had real potential, but when they saw how we went at it in the 7th and 8th grade meets, they knew we were ones to keep an eye on. Ironically, we had each other to thank for sharpening each other’s skills and performance as well as for spotlighting our abilities to our school communities, but as we got older things changed. Our high schools had rival wrestling teams and while our teammates could keep it civilized, Ricky and I seemed to have developed an adverse chemical reaction to each other.

04:24 Ricky_Vazquez: Starting our freshmen year we became bitter enemies for no reason either of us could ever coherently explain. We just hated each other with a passion. We tore into each other so intensely we both impressed the hell out of everyone with our wrestling acumen and scared the living shit out of our coaches and parents. This acrimonious relationship only grew worse every year as we traded wins by the slimmest of margins. You would think such closely matched kids would find a way to bond, but by our senior year everyone was just waiting for us to go nuclear. Our parents warned us. Our coaches sat us down and threatened us. In the end none of it mattered as we could no more control ourselves around each other than we could control the weather. In that year’s dual meet we went at it so aggressively Damani won by a point when I got penalized for unnecessary roughness. Our coaches almost came to blows as Damani was just as rough as me.

04:24 Damani_Manyo_Jones: After the match in the locker room, surrounded by our teammates, we agreed to fight behind the school. We beat each other so bloody our teammates had to help us both limp to safety before the cops came. We may have escaped the police but we didn’t escape our parents or a luxury overnight stay at Methodist Hospital. We were both released the next day with cracked ribs, purple bruises and blacked eyes only to be forced to have a sit down with Ricky, both our parents and our coaches. We were almost too banged up to move, so we sat there staring at each other with “Fuck You” expressions. Our parents, united in their frustration and fury, invited our coaches in so they could deliver the news. We were suspended from the wrestling team for the rest of our senior year and, given our long term pattern of behavior, our coaches also made a referral to the National Collegiate Athletic Association Committee on Sportsmanship and Ethical Conduct.

04:25 Ricky_Vazquez: Our “Fuck You” expressions turned into shock, then sullenness as the reality of the situation sunk into our thick skulls. Wrestling was our lives. To add insult to injury our coaches made us shake hands and apologize. As we looked into each other’s eyes we could still see the hate, but it was tempered by the mutual shared sense of shock and loss. It was a sucker punch that knocked the wind out of us enough to at least force us to return to our corners. On the way out the door Damani’s coach turned and said to us , “Boys, you learned a hard life lesson today, but you both are too skilled at grappling to quit. Go check out Brazilian Jiu Jitsu schools. Maybe under the right professor you guys might learn to respect yourselves enough to know that a good sportsman respects his toughest rivals. Think about it.”

04:25 Damani_Manyo_Jones: A year passed before I saw Ricky again, this time at a jiu jitsu tournament. I had been training Brazilian Jiu Jitsu at the Gracie Academy and fell in love with submission grappling. It became my new home and family. Andre Jordan taught all my white belt classes and became my mentor and friend. Liam Jock and Jay Ellis started training shortly after I did and became close friends and teammates. They had been awesome high school wrestlers also so the three of us tore up the mats at Gracie. No one trained harder than we did so when it was time for our first tournament we were itchin' to score our wins. It wasn’t until we arrived at the Big Apple Open that I saw Ricky was to be my opponent. I pointed his name out to Liam and Jay on the tournament card and was just about to say “I hate this guy” when I looked up and saw him. I could feel my blood start to boil.

04:25 Ricky_Vazquez: I was glaring straight at Damani when he looked up and met my stare. The bad chemistry was still there in spades, but I would never disgrace Professor Clemente and Studio X by letting it get the better of me. I had my BJJ tribe with me and pointed Damani out to them. “I hate that guy,” I told them. Yuki James and Joao Oliveira were my best randori partners and we had all trained our asses off under the watchful eye of our mentor Rafael Figueroa to prepare for this tournament. “Yeah, but you can take him, bother,” Joao said. Go figure that my old high school enemy would end up training at our rival BJJ school and be my first tournament opponent.

04:25 Damani_Manyo_Jones: Our white belt match that day went the full two rounds with neither getting close to a submission and Ricky winning by a single point. As usual we went balls to the wall at each other and nearly got penalized for unnecessary roughness, with only our onlooking teammates keeping us from wilding out. We could feel the heated animosity between us as we fought and it was there every time we faced each other in tournaments. We traded wins over the next three years always by a point or two and it was only pissing us off more. We both just wanted to utterly dominate the other, but we were just too closely matched. Jay once said to me, “Bro, Ricky is really good, you should squash this beef and train together.” AlI I said was “Fuck that guy.”

04:26 Ricky_Vazquez: New York City is huge with a metro population of 80 million, but the BJJ community sometimes seems quite small. Mayno and I wanted nothing to do with each other and yet we always seemed to be competing from a distance. We knew when each other ascended a belt level and it made us work even harder to get that next stripe faster than the other. We knew when each other transitioned into training mixed martial arts and we thought finally we could beat the fuck out of the other, but we never got put on a card together. We’d watch each other fight and win most of our bouts through KO, but we never got to fight each other. As we matured, we both started to have a begrudging respect for the other’s skills, but no one could ever get our stubborn asses to admit it. And finally, we knew when the other started exploring the Underground Sex Fighting Circuit (USFC) because that was an even smaller world.

04:26 Ricky_Vazquez: As the years went by and we all climbed the sex fighting ranks, my tribe started drifting towards Team Factory. Rafael was old school friends with Andre Jordan and didn’t even have to interview. Yuki split off and joined the original Squad that became Team Factory. And Joao stayed longer with jiu jitsu and bonded with the other jiu jitsu focused guys from the Factory like Christiano Braga and mattycerone. I was fine with all that because at the time they had only one weight class, but then I heard they were recruiting for a 175-185 lb weight class and that Damani was one of their first recruits. He trained jiu jitsu under Andre Jordan, a big shot at The Factory, and was good friends with Liam Jock who helps to recruit guys at the weight class, so I just found another reason to hate him. “Fuck it,” I thought. “I’ll just work my way to the top on my own.”

04:26 Damani_Manyo_Jones: Liam and Andre spotted Ricky trying his luck on the USFC and were very much impressed with him. Just like me, he is currently undefeated in our weight class. They were equally invested in having some fun at my expense. They approached me after our daily calisthenics on the large central mat on the third floor. The conversation went something like this:

04:26 Damani_Manyo_Jones: Andre: “Don’t you know that guy?”

04:27 Damani_Manyo_Jones: Me: “I hate that guy.”

04:27 Damani_Manyo_Jones: Andre: “Why?”

04:27 Damani_Manyo_Jones: Me: “I don’t know; it’s a chemical reaction. We just hate each other and always fight balls to the wall.”

04:27 Damani_Manyo_Jones: Andre: “And is he as good as you?”

04:27 Damani_Manyo_Jones: Me: “Well, yeah.”

04:27 Damani_Manyo_Jones: Andre: “Great, if he is as good as you we want to see if he would be a good fit for Team Factory.”

04:27 Damani_Manyo_Jones: Liam with a big smart ass look on his face: “We want you to make the approach.”

04:28 Damani_Manyo_Jones: Me: “You can’t be serious.”

04:28 Damani_Manyo_Jones: Andre: “I got a hunch about this type of energy, D. Just as our tor-mentors are often our best mentors, our biggest enemies can turn out to be our best rivals.”

04:28 Damani_Manyo_Jones: Me: “Well, get your lawyers ready, I might need a good defense attorney,” I reply, completely ignoring Dre’s wisdom and quickly sucker slapping Liam upside the head. Liam slaps me right back like he knew it was coming and we end up in a sweaty scramble on the mat laughing.

04:28 Ricky_Vazquez: I knew I would see Damani at the sex fights tonight because we both made it to the the main card and our fights were back to back. We purposely stand front and center for each other’s fights to watch each other and we both use the hate we feel against our opponents. My cock gets so hard as I watch Manyo obliterate his poor opponent, gain his back and submit him with a rear naked choke, which he only loosens after his thick cock is buried up to his balls in that boy's ass. The crowd roars at this exhibition of physical and sexual dominance, but it barely registers for him cus we are eye fucking each other as he fucks his opponent.

04:28 Damani_Manyo_Jones: The ref brings me my fighter’s robe and drapes it around my shoulders. I tie it off around me as I walk down from the fight platform and stand right where Ricky stood to watch me. As he comes out from the ready room he glares at me the whole time, barely taking notice of his opponent. The hate between us is so palpable that guys in the crowd take notice and step away from me as they watch Ricky take his opponent down in short order. My cock grows hard as a rock as he eye fucks me while he makes his opponent suck his big cock; it grows harder still as he takes the poor guy from behind and pound into him like he’s looking for a knockout instead of a seeding submission. All night our opponents were just proxy wars for the real battle brewing between us.

04:28 Ricky_Vazquez: As I walk into the showers Manyo is already standing under the water with his back to the tiles as he soaps up his body and his huge erection. I choose a shower across from him and turn my own back to the tiles under the water so I can stare right back at him as I soap up my own sweaty body and diamond hard cock. The heat rising in the showers is coming from us and not the hot water. As soon as the other fighters take notice they start to clear out fearing what might happen next. That old toxic chemistry arises in us powerfully, now mixed with lust and sexual aggression as well. Next thing we know we are in each other’s faces in the middle of the showers standing chest to chest with our cocks hard as fuck and our thick shafts shoved together, pinned between ripped walls of abs. We go forehead to forehead and eye to eye, but we don’t say a word as we grill each other so ferociously the remaining fighters in the showers clear out and leave us standing there like two very aggressive bookends.

04:29 Damani_Manyo_Jones: Our arms, pumped from our fights, hang down from our wide shoulders as we push into each other, chest plates locking together as our asses flex to grind our hard fighter cocks’ knotted bases and shafts. Our hate fueled agro-lust streams into each other through our penetrating eye contact and our neck and trap muscles pop veins as we press our foreheads together with concentrated pressure. We stand there grilling each other silently for endless moments as if we are both luxuriating in our hate, feeling our cocks getting unyieldingly harder and more powerfully dense. Finally I say, “The guys from the Factory want me to ask you to join the team, but I fucking hate you. All I want to do is beat you down and fuck you. I don't care if your friends Yuki, Joao and Rafael are already on the team, I just want to bury my fists in that pretty face of yours.”

04:29 Ricky_Vazquez: “Fuck the Team. I fucking hate you right back and It’s time we finally settle this; you deserve the righteous beating only I can give you!”

04:29 Damani_Manyo_Jones: “Bitch, you can’t beat me! I would knock you the fuck out and then rape your ass and you would never stop moaning.”

R: “So, let’s do this! Every time we fight we get in trouble or interrupted; we need a private place where no one will interfere with me beating you down.”

04:30 Damani_Manyo_Jones: “The Factory has a campsite upstate by the Hudson, not far from a private training facility built by the Twins 1, Noah Oliver and Jordan Carter. You know it?”

04:31 Ricky_Vazquez: “I know the Twins and I have trained with them at that facility.”

04:34 Damani_Manyo_Jones: “Good. There is a wooded area just a short hike from that facility to Indian Brook falls and lake beside a grassy field. They even built a fight retreat there for Christiano Braga’s Lunar spars. No one will find your body for days.”

04:34 Ricky_Vazquez: “Will the Twins be there this weekend?”

04:34 Damani_Manyo_Jones: “No, they will be in the city training with the team. Saturday at 2 pm?”

04:34 Ricky_Vazquez: “Perfect. Meet you in the facility parking lot.” We can feel our cocks pulsate into each other harder and harder as we nail down the details and finally know this is gonna happen. We stand there in hate filled silence, glaring into each other’s eyes before finally turning and going to our separate lockers to dress and leave.

04:35 Damani_Manyo_Jones: I drive my Black Ford Ranger pickup truck from the Factory located in Soho all the way up into the Hudson Valley with a raging hard on packed into my jeans. I get there about 1:30 pm, put the tailgate down and sit, waiting for you in my Team Factory brand tight t-shirt and Nike trainers. The sun beats down hot on me and I am soon pulling off my t-shirt with sweat running down my pec valley into my abs. My cock remains furiously hard. I sit there imaging myself victorious, spitting down onto your unconscious body before fucking your hot Latin ass with my combustible hate fueled agro-lust. All of this runs through my mind while I remain curiously calm.

04:35 Ricky_Vazquez: I start the day stretching and rolling some light jiu jitsu at Studio X in the East Village before jumping into my red Jeep Wrangler Sport 4X4 and driving up to the Twin’s facility with my shirt and Jeep doors off, feeling the wind in my face keeping me cool as my own cock bones hard down the leg of my jeans. Jiu jitsu always focuses my mind and I find myself feeling a strange serenity even as I see myself vanquishing a long time enemy in my mind’s eye. It’s a very hot day and I am very sweaty as I pull into the parking lot next to you, meeting your eyes as I jump out of my jeep, grab a small duffle from the back seat and approach you. We meet each other with the steel cold look of shark eyes. “Damani,” I nod, noticing just how tight and hard bodied your muscles look glistening in the sun.

04:35 Damani_Manyo_Jones: “Ricky, “ I reply, noticing how fit and hard packed your fighter’s body looks, then jump down off the tailgate and shut it. I reach into the cargo bed and grab my own duffle. “The trail head is over there,” I say with a neutral tone and we both start our walk to the campsite. We look like black and brown twins, both in jeans packed tight with our thick quads and muscled grappler asses and wearing the same black Nike Trainers. I can already smell your masculine musk as we knock sweaty shoulders and walk in silence, both fully aware of each other’s enormous erections bulging in our jeans.

04:35 Ricky_Vazquez: We hear the sounds of birds and our own foot falls on the narrow dirt path we try to share, bumping shoulders and triceps and for some reason enjoying the body contact that might have otherwise started a fight. We both have that calm surrender as we finally walk the same path towards our intertwined fate. The trail finally opens up as we come upon a small wood cabin set back into the woods and facing Indian Brook lake with the falls off in the distance. Though it’s quite small, when we walk in we see it’s one open space big enough for a large king sized bed, a small kitchenette with a table and two chairs, and a loft for storage. We set our duffels down and look at each other to find an explanation why the bed is freshly made up with extra blankets and pillows. There is food and water in a large cooler in the mini-fridge, many towels I recognize from the Twins’ training facility and a med kid prominently set on the table.

04:35 Damani_Manyo_Jones:

04:36 Damani_Manyo_Jones: “Yeah, so I told the Twins about our fight, didn’t want to fuck up their shit, but they won’t say a word or even come around.”

04:36 Ricky_Vazquez: “Yeah, I told them too for the same reason. They said we were both assholes.”

04:36 Damani_Manyo_Jones: “They said the same to me, but you still hate me, right?”

04:36 Ricky_Vazquez: “Hell yeah, I fucking hate you.”

04:37 Damani_Manyo_Jones: “And I still hate you, so this shit is settled.”

04:37 Ricky_Vazquez: “Think we should wait until the sun starts to go down.”

04:37 Damani_Manyo_Jones: “Agreed.” We nod and take up positions leaning against opposite walls of the cabin staring ruefully at each other. Soon, though, we find it’s way to fucking hot and we kick off our trainers and strip off our jeans, then sit back down naked and just look at each other in silence. We watch each other's cocks get rock hard again and stay that way. We know we both are thinking about beating the other down and fucking him raw and hard because we can see it in each others eyes.

04:38 Ricky_Vazquez: In the late afternoon dark clouds start to roll in, threatening rain and cooling off the sun. Our calm surrender to the inevitability of our fighting begins to be nudged aside by the ascendancy of our vigorous hatred for each other. We can feel our muscles begin to tense and our balls roil with potent rage and animal lust. Our eyes bore into each other and we just know it is time. We rise to our feet and go face to face in the center of the cabin.

04:38 Damani_Manyo_Jones: “Grassy field next to the lake?”

04:38 Ricky_Vazquez: “Fine. Fuck any rules?”

04:38 Damani_Manyo_Jones: “Fine.” We walk the short distance to the field, noticing the darkening of the sky has silenced the birdsong and all we hear is the small waves lapping up on the sediment clay silt lake shore. The grass field beneath our bare feet is soft and a light mist starts to fill the air as we take up positions across from each other and raise our fist guards. We have nothing left to say to each other as we eye each other with fierce animosity, trade nods and start to circle like we are stalking prey.

04:38 Ricky_Vazquez: Though we are both excellent wrestlers and jiu jitsu grapplers, we remain standing like boxers, our knuckles balled up with thumbs tucked as we bob and weave our way in tighter on each other, looking for that angle. I shuffle left and send a right cross straight from my shoulder towards your chin and a left uppercut to your liver.

04:39 Damani_Manyo_Jones: I raise my left arm to block your cross, swatting it away and leaving you open. As I turn into and lower my right elbow to block your right side liver punch, I send a single left uppercut landing under your chin, snapping your head back. I press my immediate advantage by stepping into you and slamming a right hook into your left solar plexus, concussing your diaphragm and knocking some wind out of you. I growl “Fucking Bitch.”

04:39 Ricky_Vazquez: I shuffle right and back to get space to recover from your decisive first attack on me. I nod at you acknowledging your hits, but know that my solid core protects me from losing too much air even as I feel my neck and trap muscles strained taut from your uppercut to my chin. I feign a left side injury as you further press your advantage by striding closer to me, then step my left foot forward, catching you off guard slamming a left hook into the side of your head followed by a right hook into your own solar plexus. “Punk.”

04:39 Damani_Manyo_Jones: A light rain starts to fall, mixing with the sweat already slick on our bodies as your left hook thunders into my head, ringing my bell some, and you score your own attack on my diaphram, though I see it coming and flex up my ab wall in defense. We glare at each other with furious rage and start trading a flurry of punches. I grit my teeth and step into you even tighter with my right foot while throwing a right cross straight from my shoulder to your chin, snapping your head sideways. I follow up with another left uppercut to your liver.

04:39 Ricky_Vazquez: I discern the metallic taste of blood in my mouth as it reddens my teeth from your right cross and feel the thud of your uppercut to my liver as it reverberates throughout my nervous system causing a breathless sensation. The pain just fuels my counter attack as I reach up and clasp my hands behind your neck, yanking your chin down into your sternum and sending right, left, right Muay Thai knees into your solar plexus, liver and abs. When you double up from my knees I slam a brutal uppercut under your chin sending you reeling backwards towards the lake.

04:39 Damani_Manyo_Jones: Somehow I manage to stay standing even though I have staggered backwards through the sediment clay silt shore and into ankle deep water. I have only a moment to take a deep replenishing breath as you need that same moment to catch your own breath from my liver punch. The rain is falling harder now as I see you charging at me full of rage under a darkly despondent sky. The silt unsteadies your approach and I sidestep, pivot pushing my hips into yours while under hooking your armpit and shoulder, throwing you forwards into the water. I scramble down onto top of you and pound fists bombs down into your face. You block the lion share of them by guarding up so I push your head down into the water and watch it wash onto your face. As you flail I start throwing fists bombs that connect, seeing blood spurt from your noise and float in the water.

04:40 Ricky_Vazquez: I feel you push my head down into the soft lake sediment and the water fucking with my breathing while it rushes across my face as you attack with vicious fists. In real trouble, I rely on muscle memory to throw my legs up around your waist and lock my ankles behind your lower back in a full jiu jitsu leg guard. I use my powerful legs to yank your upper body forwards and as your chest splashes down onto mine in the water my left hand grabs your neck. I throw short, stinging jabs with my left fist into your ribs to distract you. As you struggle against my legs I thrust your head back up with my left hand at your throat and send my right fist careening into your chin as my legs simultaneously wrench you sideways into the water. I roll on top of you with your head aimed out into the lake and push it below the surface with both my hands at your throat. “Yeah, Mother Fucker!” I roar, lost in primal rage as thunder cracks the sky open and rain splashes down around us.

04:40 Damani_Manyo_Jones: You clock me good as you sweep me over into the water, but even with my bell rung I take in a big breath before you push me under with your hands at my throat choking me. My pure survival instincts kick in and I start pummeling you in the back with hard, grueling right and left knees. I grab your wrists trying to pry them loose when one of my knees finally hits you sharply in your upper thoracic just below your neck, knocking you forwards down onto me. With your elbows now bent I can easily rip your hands from my neck and then wrap my strong arms around your back and roll you off me to your side. We roll apart and stand up in the calf deep water, then take steps closer to the shore and once again raise our fist guards.

04:40 Ricky_Vazquez: Blood runs from both our noses and stains our teeth as we stagger towards shore with only adrenaline and rage saving us from the pain of the beatings we have unleashed on each other. Still our seething hate has us abandoning our training as we lunge at each other and end up grappling in the muddy sediment and slamming fists into each other’s lats. Our bodies slimed with lake silt we kick apart and, stumbling to my feet just before you, I grab your head as you rise and punish you with a hard knee thudding upwards into your chin, knocking you down hard on your back. Where once we threw curses, in their place are only animalistic grunts and growls as I launch myself at you looking to mount you.

04:40 Damani_Manyo_Jones: I land on my ass and back hard, looking up just in time to see you hurling yourself at me. I greet your chest with my rolled up knees that turn into springs knocking you backwards towards the shore and grassy field. I scramble up out of the slimy sediment as the sky opens up with deafening thunder and lighting that slices jaggedly across the sky, releasing torrential rainfall that all but washes our naked bodies of all lake silt. We stagger on wobbly legs back onto the grassy field, taking wild haymaker swings at each other. One of your swings turns you sideways allowing me to slap on a head lock, bring your head down to my hips with my left arm and slamming tough right fists up into your abs and solar plexus. I can hear you grunt in pain with each cruel fist.

04:41 Ricky_Vazquez: My abs start to burn from your gut punches and my breathing becomes labored until I stab my left ankle in front of your left foot, then use my planted right foot to shove a heavy shoulder into your back, tripping you forwards into the standing rain water in the grass. I slam my chest hard onto your back and work to wrap my right arm around your neck for a rear naked choke. Our bodies are so slippery from the rain I feel you struggle and yanking on my arms, but I slam fists into the sides of your face, watching even more blood float away on the standing water.

04:41 Damani_Manyo_Jones: My head is getting smashed in and my eyesight goes wonky as blood streams down my face. In an animalistic fury I yank at your arms trying to choke me and you slam still more fists into my head. I grunt in agony and get to my knees under you, then with a deep breath I plant my feet and buck you forwards off of me. There is no more Damani; no more Ricky. There are only two wolves snarling and fighting for alpha dominance. One again we both slowly rise with great effort and lurch towards each other, swinging wildly, but end up in a clinch where we just wail on each other’s kidneys with our free fists. With each jolting fist there is a grunt of pain as neither will stop the savage punishment.

04:41 Ricky_Vazquez: Our ribs and organs on fire, we finally break part and look at each other standing on trembling legs. We both cry out in pain as we throw matching roundhouse right fists that collide upside each other’s heads and we simultaneously crumble to the ground in an unconscious haze. The rain beats down on our battered and bloodied bodies as we lay there next to each other insensate and helpless against the elements. Lighting flashes across the sky followed by booming thunder and still we lay there laid out cold. Who knows how much time has passed when I finally start to hear the rain as if off in the distance and feel the warm flesh of another body roll me to my belly.

04:41 Damani_Manyo_Jones: The explosive thunder snaps me back to something resembling a motionless daze. As I lay there tasting the rain water I slowly become aware of the pain; it is everywhere, in every joint and ligament, in every muscle and body part. My head throbs with it. Then I taste the blood in my mouth and feel a motionless body next to mine. Very slowly I start to have flashes of a brutal fight and I see your face. My eyes slowly open and I see you laying there. The hate for you is gone, and yet I find myself crawling towards you and with great effort, nudging you from your side over onto your belly. You lay there like the dead, but I can see you are breathing, labored but regularly. I crawl up on top of you and finally hear you groan as I push the only part of my body that is still hard inside you.

04:41 Ricky_Vazquez: At first all I feel is pressure and a warm fleshy weight on top of me. My body responds to the sensual pleasure without really understanding what is happening. My body aches all over with pain, but I can feel my cock grow hard and throb against the soft, wet earth under me. Rain water is everywhere as I feel you slowly push into me and me humping the ground. I feel your hot breath on the side of my face and hear your masculine grunts of pleasure as you move inside me. My eyes slowly open, stinging from blood, as I become aware of what is happening but have no capacity, or desire to stop it. My hate for you is gone, replaced by the desire for any pleasure that might distract me from the ubiquitous pain. I turn my head sideways towards your hot breath.

04:42 Damani_Manyo_Jones: I feel you very slowly awakening as your body responds to mine. I have little energy for heavy thrusting, but my hips and muscled ass flex my stiffening cock inside you, humping your fleshy ass so soft and moist. As you turn your head sideways I hesitate for a moment, then desire overtakes me and I kiss you wide mouthed and tender. We moan together as I feel your ass buck up into my hips, inviting my cock to push in on your prostate. I can feel you hump the wet earth as I hump your muscled ass and we suddenly kiss quite tender and passionately as the rain continues to drench our bodies. We are both so horny from the fight and in so much pain we can feel our arousal quickly spike. We are breathing together and moaning into each other’s mouths as our balls rapidly fill and release our seed; mine into your ass and yours into the earth under you. I lay on you for a moment longer before rolling off you onto my back as you roll to your back beside me. It’s then all the pain comes rushing back into my senses. I look up at the rain pissing down on us and feel the chill in the night air.

04:43 Damani_Manyo_Jones: “Bro, we're gonna die of exposure out here. We need to get back to the cabin,” I say, trying to sit up and feel a sting of pain run straight through me. “Fuck, I am not sure I can stand up.”

04:43 Ricky_Vazquez: “I'm not sure I can stand up either man. My head hurts and I am dizzy as fuck,” I reply, having made my own first effort at moving.

04:43 Damani_Manyo_Jones: “We beat the fuck outta each other man, but we gotta get out of this rain. I am starting to shiver like a mother fucker.”

04:43 Ricky_Vazquez: “Damn, you’re right. I’m shivering badly too. Fuck.” I manage to roll to my hands and knees, but just stay there until a rush of dizziness passes. “Can you get to your hands and knees bro?”

04:43 Damani_Manyo_Jones: “I’ll try.” I roll first to my belly, then slowly push up on my hand and knees, feeling every ache and pain throttle through my body. We use each other to slowly stand up, our legs still feeling very wobbly, then lean on each other to stay standing. We stay still for a moment with our inside arms around each other’s shoulders, trying to find our equilibrium. We look into each other’s enemy eyes and now see only blood, cuts and bruises. “Fuck, Ricky, the Twins were right, we are assholes.”

04:44 Ricky_Vazquez: “Assholes who cannot even walk back to the cabin without leaning on each other. Guess that makes us stupid assholes,” I say and almost fall off my shaky legs, then feel you yank me back up. We look into each other’s exhausted eyes and only see two fools who finally need each other and we start staggering in fits and starts back to the cabin. The rain still pours down in sheets as we start to get chilled to the bone.

04:44 Damani_Manyo_Jones: We finally make it back to the cabin, stumbling up the small porch steps and nearly fall through the door. We’re so fucking cold, beaten up and exhausted we sit next to each other on the edge of the king sized bed, grab the towels the Twins laid out for us and try to dry off some before giving up and just crawling under the pile off blankets desperately trying to get warm. We can feel each other shivering just before we pass out.

04:44 Ricky_Vazquez: Sometime during the night my dick gets so hard it wakes me up to find we have curled up together like tiger cubs and our dicks are rubbing out just enough pleasure to dull the pain. You almost wake up, but you just curl your head into my shoulders and neck and drool on me and I smile. Images of us finally getting to wrestle the way we always should have as teammates flow throw my hazy head along with the words our coach said so many years ago now, “A good sportsman respects his toughest rivals,” and then I pass out again. We sleep well into the next day.

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Published: 2022-08-05, viewed 119 times.