Long Form Roleplayers

Tobias:
You thought lifting and pinning me was a good strategy, but I may have a better idea. I hoist my massive legs, gripping your waist between my powerful thighs. Locking my ankles behind your back, I flex and squeeze your core between those quads, trying to match squeeze for squeeze. My dick is pressed against your rippled, furry abs - it throbs and leaks a wetter spot in the crotch of my jeans.

Masked Bear:
I keep my hug on you as I squash you against the wooden column. Your body feels damn good. I drool over your throbbing trap muscle that will be left with my teeth mark. I keep pressing my body into yours as I grind my big bulge into yours. Your sweaty back must feel the wood against your sweaty back. I’m slowly planning what my next move will be but a tough alpha like yourself is never easy to keep down and I always have to be prepared for a counter attack.

As I thought you would but not this strong. Your monster legs jump up and feel your big quads squeezing my core. Your boots cross behind my lower back. My quads are impressive but yours are even more deadly. I moan and curse as you squeeze me tighter between your big thighs. Your bulge in your jeans feels moist as it digs into my abdominal ridge and navel. My breaths are getting ragged and I feel my furry face get warm, my face is probably turning red. I must figure a way out of this soon. I must come up with something rougher or cunning. I slide my lips from your trap muscle and bring my lips on yours and deliver a big wet manly kiss on you. Should be a great distraction for us both, but then I push my forehead against yours and slam the back of your head against the wooden column 1..2..3 times and wait to see if I did enough to slow you down and get your thighs to slide off me.

Tobias:
The two tough men locked now in a painful duel of crushes, you squeezing my torso in your bearhug against the hard column, me assaulting your core with my thighs. And I never skip leg day. Your mouth moves off my trap and I prepare to inflict the headbutt you were protecting against. But you startle me with your sloppy, passionate kiss. I should have seen the trap as you start pounding the back of my head on the post. You struggle to use my discomfort to dislodge my hold.

Despite my desire to keep us pressed against one another, my legs start to slip down your thighs. I release and quickly aim the heels of my Wesco boots at the back of your knees, hoping to take your legs out from under you. With enough space between us, I should be able to muscle out of your bearhug and shove you back to give me room for a few more punches.

Masked Bear:
I’m still tasting your lips on mine. I look into your eyes and watch them get unfocused while I struggle to free my body from your big quads. I’m feeling happy when your legs start to slide off from my core, is it my headbutt, the sweat or are your legs getting too heavy. What matters to me is they are sliding off and I can now think of freeing myself and moving back away from you.

My attempt gets stopped in its tracks when your boots slide behind my knees and feel unsteady on my legs. I let go of my bearhug on you and stumble back and drop to one knee. I now find myself free from your leg scissor but you are also free from my bearhug. Space has been created between us to give you some ideas. On my knee I’m at a disadvantage. I see your fists forming and must think fast. Before your arms can come out swinging I charge forward and land a big shoulder into your gut and slam your back into the wooden column. I grab you by your jeans waistband to help me get back up to my booted feet. I let go of your waistband and slide my hands over your smooth abs until I get a firm grip of your leather harness. I pull you away from the column and swing you around making you dance with me in front of many eyes looking at us and charge you forward aiming to make your back connect with an unused billiard table.

Tobias:
I’m getting ready to start throwing punches again, your power close-in is too dangerous to lock up much more often. I think I have enough room until you charge me, my back slamming into the column and making your shoulder charge more painful when my body has nowhere to go. I grunt loudly as you knock the wind out of me. Before I can gasp in enough air to counterattack, you climb up me and grip me. I’m spun around in our brutal tango and my back hits the pool table. Shit! My back fucking hurts!

I try to roll with your throw, though the impact is painful. I pushed up as you smashed me into the hard edge of the old table and end up on my back on the frayed green felt. I use your own momentum to pull you on top of me, battered sweaty bodies pressed against one another again. I grunt again with the exertion of pushing us both to the side, rolling us off the pool table. You land on your back with my weight landing hard on you. Fuck, you feel good under me! I kiss you hard and rough, you feel my engorged crotch pressing down on your cock, then pull my face back and growl, “Get used to me being on top of you….”

Masked Bear:
I smile when your back connects with the billiard table. I hold you in my big arms and take advantage of rubbing my bulge against your ample bulge.. We keep pushing back and forth until I push you hard enough and end up making you slide on the green felt. You hang on to me and drag me on top of you. Our heaving sweaty bodies grinding into each other. We roll side to side on the table. You use your power against me to keep rolling me side to side until you find enough momentum and push us both off the table and I end up taking most of the brunt as I crash onto the dirt floor with your heavy body on top of mine OUGHHH Air escapes me. I hear you taunt me about me getting used to having you on top.

I laugh a little as I try to find my wind back. I grab your face with both hands and plant a big sloppy kiss on your lips and pull my furry face away and give you a big grin. “The only way I might get used to it is when you earn it you sexy fucker” I shout back. My wind is coming back to my lungs but you are starting to feel heavy on top of me. I grind my hard bulge against yours as a form of distraction. I push your head down and then bring my arms around your head and crush your face between the cleavage of my big furry pecs. As much as I enjoy your body struggling on top of mine. I roll you to your back as I lay on top of you and slide my big legs around yours and attempt to spread your legs wide apart in a grapevine. “This is more like it, with me on top of you” I grunt with a low deep laugh.

Tobias:
I’ve had my share of fights. I’ve won more than I’ve lost because I’m tough and strong, but I’ve never faced a man with whom I’m so evenly matched. And rarely with one as hot and sexy as this one. I lose my concentration as our crotches grind into each other and with you kissing me again. A split second, but enough that I’m suddenly smothered into your muscular chest, smelling the musk and sweat of struggle and rutting heat. I sigh, trying not to like it, as you taunt me back. I’m forced back over with you on top once again.

Your thighs and mine struggle for control, you trying to grapevine me, me trying to hoist my muscular quads around you to lock on a waist scissors. Our bodies writhing in close contact, our hard cocks straining against our jeans against one another, it must look to the rapt patrons that we are already having sex on the gritty floor, smelling of stale spilled beer, of the Eagle. And well, maybe they’re right. I’m as aroused as I’ve ever been right now and never want to stop feeling your body.

I reach up to grip your throat, squeezing and pushing your head up. When I have enough distance, I grip your nipple, giving it a hard enough tug and twist to make sure it hurts some. I get a Wesco-booted foot planted and roll us. Running out of room to struggle, I muscle your back against the base of the bar, both of us on our side. I lock my mouth on yours again and give your nip another hard twist.

Masked Bear:
Our big bodies rubbing and grinding into each other. The taste of your lips linger over mine. My arms trap your head as I push your face between my furry pecs. The patrons must think we are like 2 sex pigs in a pig pen but the pen is this dirty bar floor. We roll side to side as I fight to stay on top of you. My bigs try to trap you in a grapevine but you are a tough man to control. I’m not sure if I admire that or not but sexually you are pressing all the right buttons with me.

Your big paw reaches up and grabs my throat and quickly starts to choke. You push my head back and peel my upper body of yours. What you do next surprises me a bit as you slide your fingers over my meaty hairy chest and under my black leather vest and find my large erect nipple and give it a firm squeeze OOWWGG I moan with a surprised look on my face. I feel the twist right down to my groin and feel my hard cock thicken and leak pre in my jock but also feel the pain that comes with it. My nipple turns red just like my face as I try to find some breaths while you choke me.

You push one of your booted feet on the ground and make us roll on the dirt beer stained floor and who knows what else this floor could be covered with. You use your might to make us roll until my back connects with the base of the bar. I groan as my back feels the edge of the bar foot. We are both on our sides facing each other. I’m there trapped between the bar and your big body that exhumes so much testosterone. I picture us in bed doing the same thing as we are doing now.. You plant your lips on mine as you twist my nipple again. I moan through your lips and suck in your lips as I swirl my tongue with yours and breathe heavily.

I swat your hand away from my throat. I rock on my side as my hands slide on your shoulders and push as hard as I can to roll you down on your back. I roll on top of you with my hands gripping your bulging guns. My bulge rubbed yours. I slide down a few inches as I press my knees on top of your quads. My scruffy face slides over your sweaty pecs and finds your dark pink right nipple and rubs my beard over it first and then chews on it like a pacifier. My eyes look up and look at your contorted face. I give you a smirk with your nipple trapped between my lips.Your biceps in my grips and your thighs under my knees while my body lays on top of you. I’m thinking I have you trapped good now while I feast on your nipple.

Tobias:
The patrons watch in astonishment as our slugfest has turned into a display of rough alpha-on-alpha body heat. Most are rockhard in their jeans or codpieces, some are stroking their engorged crotches, a couple have their cocks out stroking, as they watch the two hot dudes figure out if the battle continues or if it’s turning into … courtship. More than one hopes they’ll be invited to make it an orgy. Gage lines up shotglasses for the crowd and begins to pour.

This back-and-forth close-quarters struggle continues. I feel our muscles straining against one another, our sweaty bodies locked together, and you feel too good pressed against me to want the fistfight to resume. You power me again over onto my back, holding my arms down, your knees dug into my thighs. Then your mouth begins working on my nipple. I moan, “You’ve done this before…..” You not only have me pinned down but not sure I want to escape…..

I don’t challenge you again for a minute as you nurse on me. I rub against you, back arching, enjoying but also trying to make you believe I surrender. I grin at your fuzzy face at my teat, “Think you’re that good, fucker?” I buck hard to destabilize you as I flex my mighty quads up and out. If I did this hard enough, your amazing body will fall between them, pressed down on my crotch, while I lock my thighs around your core.

Masked Bear:
I look up for a short few seconds to catch my breath and look at my surroundings. Gage pouring drinks for the thirsty crowd who are all watching on with big eyes. There are so many exposed dicks and the ones that are not are clearly visible through their jeans or cod pieces. The fight with this tough heats up as I put a lot of effort in pinning you down under me while I work your nipple with my teeth and lips. “Yeah tough guy, I’ve done this before. Your nipples looked so inviting I couldn’t resist” I laugh.

Our muscles grind into each other. “Yeah, i’m fuckin good. I think you like this, trust me you will like more of this coming from me” I give you a wink. You seem to come back to life as you arch up your spine and bulge up your quads under my knees to try and dislodge me off of you.Your big quads keep flexing as my knees start to slip down your inner thighs which could be alarming if your thighs manage to slide up to my waist. I must find an alternate position before it is too late.

I stop suckling on your teat. I think fast and grab your harness to help me slide up your hot body. My bulge slides over and grinds against your excited bulge as I slide up. I keep sliding and escape your monster thighs until I rest my leather clad bubble butt onto your lower abs. My knees straddle your waist. One hand firmly grips your harness and yanks your upper body up and stretches my neck out to plant a wet manly kiss. “You know how to kiss a man, I'll say that for you” My free hand balls up into a fist “We can go back to kissing later. I think the crowd wants to see more slugging between us though.” My right fist comes flying towards you and lands a right hook to your cheek. I pull back my fist and bend my elbow as I prepare myself to land more punches onto your body and face.

Tobias:
You pull yourself up using my own harness, that swollen crotch jammed up hard and moist against my own. Before my thighs can trap you, you’ve mounted me. Straddling my ridged, sweaty abs we kiss again. But we both know it’s time to stop the foreplay and get back to business, trying to beat the shit out of the other.

Acknowledging the same sentiment, you’re in the more advantageous position. Your fist comes down hard, slamming into my cheek, snapping my head to the side. A spray of blood and spittle flies out as you pull back to continue the punishment. I’m in a lousy position to punch with my back on the floor, our sweat adding to the ripe smell of stale beer and boot polish. Instead, I thrust my right arm straight up, palm open, the beefy heel of my hand striking your nose.

Masked Bear:
While I move my leather vest flaps open and close from the draught giving you a good view of my flexed furry abs and pumped furry pecs. While your head snaps to one side after my hard punch I take in the view of this big beast in front of me. In the back of my mind I can’t wait to mate like 2 wild beasts in bed and view your entire naked body and see what you're packing between your legs but for now I must concentrate on landing more blows on you to slow you down more. I notice a spray of your blood fly forward and land on the left side of my vest.

The red blood triggers something animalistic in me and growls as I fly my fist towards your face again with the hope of making a hard impact. My hard bulge rubs yours. As my fist gets near your mug out of nowhere the palm of your hand connects with my nose UGHHH. My head gets knocked back and drops down on my ass on the dirt covered wooden floor. A spray of blood coming from my nose lands on your heaving sweaty pecs. I shake my head to get rid of the stars flying around and get my senses back. I wipe my bloody nose with my furry forearm. I give you an evil grin as my eyes grow big and ball up my fist again.

Tobias:
My strike does its job. As my blood stains your vest, your blood splattering on my chest, the blow knocks you off me. Our eyes lock, our rising sexual desire for one another as strong as our bloodlust to defeat the other, as we slowly stagger to our feet. We are both tired and battered from the intense battle, but I can tell that, for all our alpha desires, you are as much of a pain pig as I am. I stumble up to a three point stance, sucking in air, panting, as I watch you rising.

I watch your grin and return one just as evil, your fist forming to do more damage. I wait until you’re halfway up and your balance is precarious, I charge. Just as Gage and the regulars who have returned to the main bar take a shot, my shoulder spears you, hoping to hit the solar plexus. But powering off my massive quads, 239 pounds of muscle crashes into you, knocking you down and sending us both skidding to the front entrance of the bar sweating and bleeding on their logo.

Masked Bear:
You shoot an evil grin back at me and watch you slowly get back up to your feet. Both of us are covered in blood, dirt and sweat just like 2 warriors. This fight is for top alpha position and for some land. This is my territory and I intend on defending it. I hear the crowd going and drinks being served. I slowly get back up to my booted feet but I don’t quite make it up fully when you come charging like a wild bull and connect your shoulder with my plexus OUFFKKK Air rushes out of me and fly back and land hard on my ass as you fall on top of me.

The hard impact makes us slide towards the entrance of the bar. I hear the passers-by gasp with a surprised look on their faces. I hear the motor of cars driving past the bar. Both of us heaving and dripping sweat and blood on the bar logo outside. My breath slowly returns and I think about how I can’t let this beast get the better of me. I grab you by your harness and flip you around to make you drop on your back on top of the bar logo next to me. My gloved hands are still holding your harness as I slide to my knees next to you. I then bring my booted feet on the ground and slowly get back up and pull you up with me. I pull you in to kiss your sweet lips again before I strike back. My hands which are still holding your harness swings you around like a waltz dance and slam you back first into the wall near the entrance. This long battle has worn me down but I remain hungry to keep fighting, I’m unsure for how long though. One hand is still holding your harness and pushes your back to the wall with a lot of power while my free fist balls up and swings my arm back and brings a fist towards your face with the hope it connects with your jaw.

Tobias:
I was hoping you would stay down longer than you do after we skid into the entrance. My tackle took you down hard but crashing into your solid body rattled me to my bones, already battered by our battle. You flip me, I could have kept your strength at bay earlier but my resistance has been worn down. Your reserves are evidently holding up well as you pull me, spin me, and slam my back to the wall. I grunt at the impact as I see your fist aimed at my face. I get my arm up to block your punch but even feeling your impact against my forearm hurts like hell. I shove you back, trying to escape being cornered against the wall and give myself room on the wide sidewalk of Eagle Plaza to mount an effective counter-attack. .

Masked Bear:
I’m feeling worn down after this long hard hitting fight with this big beast but based on what I’m seeing you might be just as worn out as I am. I guess it’s come down to a battle of wills. I have you trapped between me and the wooden wall with the painted big eagle on it. The scent of Harley motors hits my nose. I also notice a few patrons standing near the entrance looking at us go at each other. I aim my fist for your face that could do some proper damage if it lands but you manage to bring your arm up in time to block it. The impact is hard enough to push you back but also destabilize me.

You charge up and shove me back, making us step on the large side walk facing each other. Both of us stand with our guards up with fists raised. Eyeing each other as I look for an opening. Watching you head to toe is such a thrill in more ways than one. My bulge agrees with me as well. We circle each other outside as the moon shines above us. I faint a right hook that you easily move out of the way from. I breathe heavy and come in close and land a knee to your lower abs. As my knee sinks in I can see the pain over your face. I grab your harness and pull you in towards me and bring my knee up and get ready to land another knee to your lower gut.

Tobias:
We face each other in the wide, open plaza outside the bar. Goddam! You look so good, bruised, battered, and in pain! We circle and you come in. I am fooled by the right and dodge it, leaving myself open for your knee. I wasn’t flexed for it - I’m not sure I could have if I tried, this far into the battle - and I grunt as I double over. I feel you grip my harness and pull me in for another strike.

Many of the patrons have followed us out into the plaza to watch this war of attrition between the two alphas. A few have stayed inside, another fight broke out and Gage is paging the owner, some men in pairs, and one triad, are sucking and fucking, turned on by our show of aggession. I resist your power as best as I can to avoid being caught in your clutches. I grip your solid waist and buck up, aiming the back of my skull at your chin.

Masked Bear:
The closer our two bodies get the hornier I get. You clearly stand out from the other guys I have fought at the Eagle. I notice some of the patrons standing outside the bar doing all kinds of things but mostly keeping an eye on us to see who will come out on top in the end. Of course Ièm still hoping to finish on top and if I do or you do it will have been a close fight too hard to call. My hands and fingers are gripping your harness and pulling you in towards me while I aim my knee to your gut again. Both of us are working on adrenaline. Before my knee lands you bend your head forward towards my meaty furry pecs and bring the back of your head up. I move my chin out of the way but you don’t miss my already bloody nose and spray your face with more blood.

The knock on my nose stuns me and I lose my grip on your harness and stumble back a few feet in front of you. I waver on my booted feet as I try to catch my breath. You look to be doing the same. My forearm wipes the blood from my nose and I breathe mostly from my mouth. I look for an opening and then charge forward and bring my shoulder to your gut and bring you down hard on your back near the entrance logo on the ground. The guys standing nearby back away in time. I drop on top of you. Winded it takes me a bit of time to make it back to my feet while I keep an eye on you as you're laid out on the ground on your back.

Tobias:
Spattered with more blood from your battered nose, I’ve knocked you back. You’re stumbling and it takes me a few seconds to regain my own balance. Two punch-drunk warriors fueled by adrenaline and sheer willpower, neither willing to surrender despite our clear desire to pursue other physical activities with one another. I start to advance on you, sucking air in as deeply as I can, when you charge, lower your level, and spear my aching abs with your shoulder. We go to the ground again, you on top of me, both winded. You slowly climb to your feet unsteadily as I take stock of my situation.

I know I will be slow to get back up, so I kick out with both booted feet, one high at your left thigh, the other low at your right shin. My aim and power are questionable though, with luck I’ll take at least one leg out from under you, with great fortune both legs will buckle beneath you. At worst, I need to drive you back enough to haul myself back up along the entry wall.

Masked Bear:
I was happy to bring you down but it came with a cost as the hit slowed me down as well. I rested on top of you a bit longer than normal. I finally make it back to my stumbling feet while keeping an eye on you. I’m wondering who is more winded between us. You lay there on your back trying to catch your breath. The crowd is looking on from the entrance. I see your boots coming at me. I’m slower to react than normal. One boot connects with my left thigh, your other boot just grazes my shin. The impact makes me drop forward and luckily for me I land on top of you.

I’m hoping my 220lbs weight has slowed you down more. I bring my hands on your pecs and plant them on firmly to help me to sit up on your heaving abs. I’m heaving while sweat and blood drips down from my furry red face onto your big body and face. One hand grabs your harness and pulls your upper body up off the ground while my right arm swings back as I ball up my fist. I look at the pain already on your face.from this long battle. My own face must have a similar look. My hard cock is throbbing in my leather pouch. I notice your lips and fight the urge to kiss you but think there is plenty of time for that at some point. My fist is ready just like I am. I swing my arm forward and shoot my fist forward aiming for your chin with the final blow that will hopefully knock all the fight you have left out of you.

Tobias:
My kick-out connects with your legs but it backfires as you lurch forward instead of backwards and away. You come crashing down on me and what little wind remained in my lungs is exhaled with a grunt. I grimace in pain from the abuse my body has taken. You rise but plant that finely formed butt on my six-pack abs, keeping me pinned to the ground. You pull me up by my harness and begin to get in position for what you surely intend as a knock-out punch.

More by reflex than intent, I use the momentum of being pulled up to brace my other arm on the ground for leverage, clench my own fist, and swing it up and around. Time seems to slow down as both fists hurtle toward their targets. They are on course to slam into the other’s face at the same time. This fight may come down to which of us can pack more power into this attack or, with our other hands unable to defend our heads, which of us can better absorb the inevitable double impact.

Masked Bear:
My fingers are firmly wrapped around your leather harness as I hold you up with one hand. I lick my dried up lips with some blood on them from an earlier blow to my nose that is still dripping blood on my lower face. I breathe heavily through my nearly blocked nostrils. My blood covered big furry chest heaves as I get set to land a big punch to your jaw that will hopefully knock you out. Just as I get ready you push yourself up with one arm leaning on the ground and gather enough energy after this long brutal fight to swing a punch of your own towards my face.

I have one fist in an offence strategy while my other fist is busy holding up your harness. I have 2 options, either I drop your harness and go to protect myself with that fist or just go for it without protecting myself and hope my punch connects hard and is more effective. I hear the small crowd by the entrance gasp with anticipation. I kiss my knuckle, I flex my bicep and swing forward. My fist connects with your chin and I hear a THUD. Seconds later your fist connects,I hear another THUD but this one echoes between my ears. Has my fist landed hard enough to knock you out ? I ask myself. The effect of your fist felt harder than I expected. My ass slides down and sits on your bulge. The stars start flying in front of my eyes. My brain swims. I shake my head but can’t get rid of the stars. I grunt as everhing turns grey in front of my eyes. I feel very dizzy like I haven't slept for days and start to drop backwards but the blow won’t feel good as there is no pillow behind me to filter the blow when I drop on the pavement.

Tobias:
Our fists seem to approach each other’s faces in slow motion. I brace myself for impact, knowing you’ve pumped all your remaining reserves into this punch, as I have with mine. I taste the ferric saltiness of blood in my mouth but my attention is so focused, I don’t hear any of the sounds around us. This moment is fixated on you and me, my vision narrowed to a tunnel including only us.

Time snaps back to normal as your punch lands just before mine. Your hard knuckles hit me like a runaway train, snapping my head to the side. I see a flash of light and then everhing goes dark.

When my eyes flutter open, at first I have no idea how long I’ve been out, seconds, minutes? It takes a moment for my eyes to clear of the fogginess and pain. I see that you’re falling backwards off me and as my senses come back into clarity, I realize the momentum of my punch must have carried through and found its target. The eruption of pain from my knuckles down through my hand and wrist confirms how hard I hit you. The subsequent burst of pain and the gooey wetness I feel at the back of my head prove to me how hard I must have hit the pavement when you released my harness.

I take a few seconds, panting hard to refill my lungs with oxygen, before I sit up a few inches to gasp, “Holy shit, motherfucker! That was one helluva fight!”

Masked Bear:
I feel my knuckles ache from the fist that landed on your chin. I slowly drop backwards and hit the pavement hard and go out cold before I can see if my punch knocked you out. I hear a murmur of voices and motorbike motors. My eyes flicker as I slowly come back to life, I'm unsure how long I might have been out. I slowly slide back up to my ass. I suddenly feel some aching pain when I’m awake enough. My gloved hand feels up my jaw that aches but luckily it is not disjointed, the following ache is the back of my head which is where my head landed on the pavement. I feel a big bump there. I then look at my gloved fingers. I’m happy to see that there is no blood but rather some dark liquid substance, probably some form of motor oil. My partly glassy eyes look forward and see you rubbing the back of your head as you slowly come back to life and make it back to your ass. Your eyes are fixed on mine and hear you curse but not in a completely bad way. It sounds complimentary.

I shoot a crooked smile at you. “Yeah man, that was an incredible fight. You pack up a good punch that’s for sure.” I slowly make my way back to my feet. I hear a murmur of voices again and they come from the entrance of the Eagle bar. I hear some guys cheer and pump their fists in the air. I rub my sore furry jaw. I extend my gloved hand towards you to give you a hand to get back up as a good sportsmanship type of way. I look at you and your body. When I do my thoughts are of a different kind, more of a bestial nature. My free hand rubs my hard bulge behind my leather cod piece without a worry of you noticing it. Based on the bulge between your legs I think you feel the same way about me. “Come on man get up, let’s call this fight a draw. Let me buy you a drink, unless you have other ideas or plans you want to discuss with me on how we can get to know each other more.” I give you a devilish smile and raise my furry eyebrows to see if you catch my drift.

Tobias:
Both of us begin to pull our battered bodies to our feet. I’m not sure if there’s any part of my body that doesn’t hurt. You’re rising a bit more quickly and I get a chance to look at the damage I’ve done to your handsome face. Bruised, bloodied, and swollen. Mine must look much the same. Perversely, I’m finding you even more attractive that you’re just as strong and tough as I am. You return the compliment about my fighting ability and you offer your hand to help me up. I grin through the pain in my lips and cheeks as I smile and rise to my feet.

You offer to call this a draw and invite me back in for a drink, with obvious other motives on your mind. And I share those motives. “I think these guys have had enough of us for tonight,” I rub my bulge in return. “My condo is just down the street. I have my bar set up and stocked. How about we go shower and patch each other up?”

Masked Bear:
We are back on our booted feet, still feeling a bit groggy. I try to fight the pain I’m feeling from many parts of my body. My bulge is so stiff. That part is aching but for a different reason. I hold your hand and push you in closer. Our motivation seems to be on the same page when I hear you invite me to your condo with drinks waiting. The added bonus is a much needed shower and to patch each other up. I nod “Sounds like a good plan. I don’t think it would be a good idea for me to drive my Harley to get home anyway” My gloved hand holds your hand tightly and you do the same so we don’t drop back down. Holding your hand like this also sparks interesting intentions in me and the need to know you more. Perhaps this is the beginning of something great.

My free hand grabs your harness and pulls you in close and can’t resist kissing you. I taste a mixture of our blood and then pull my lips away from yours, “Lead the way man, i’m sure the drinks, shower and patching each other up will feel good. Perhaps share other desires between us as well” My hand slides off your harness and massages your big pec and rubs my thumb over your erect nipple. “Oh shit, where are my manners? I’m Simon by the way” I give you a big smile.

Tobias:
Both of us face to face, supporting each other on rubbery legs, as you accept my invitation. You use the excuse of not being able to drive after our combat but based on both our swollen crotches, there was nothing that would keep us from spending the night together. Our hands hold one another steady as you lean into our kiss. I press my lips to yours, both of us tasting of blood and sweat. For a moment, our mouths open slightly and our tongues flick and probe together.

After a moment, we break the kiss and look into each other’s eyes, well, eye; my left eye is too swollen to make you out clearly. You play with my nipple and my body shudders as you find my kryptonite. Trembling sends another wave of pain through my body. I grin back at you, another wave of pain emanating out from the sore jaw where your last punch impacted. You listen as you introduce yourself. “Hello, Simon, this has been quite a first date. I’m Tobias. Let’s get that drink and shower and inspect what damage we’ve done to each other.”

Putting my arm around you to support us both, we stagger as I lead you down Harrison Street towards my condo. I wonder what will happen when we get to my place. The bed hasn’t been christened since my recent move to San Francisco; I wanted to make sure the playroom was set up properly. Why else would a single man buy a two-bedroom place in this expensive city? Gage watches from the doorway of the Eagle as we totter down the street and shakes his head. He mutters, “Couldn’t one of them just bought the other a beer?” as he turns back to help the barbacks clean up the debris we left in our wake, thinking he may have to order more furniture for the bar.

Published: 2021-11-28, viewed 99 times.