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I swallowed the last of my soda, crushed the can in my fist, and threw it in the garbage. Across the room, bathed in the blue glow from my computer monitor, my co-worker Tom sat typing in the last few lines of a computer code I did not understand. He never turned his head to look at me, but as the can hit the empty garbage pail and rattled loudly he shook his head.

"You never heard of recycling?" he asked.

"You never heard of shutting up?" I said.

He laughed as he glided the mouse so that the arrow on the screen covered an icon called "Monitoring". In a moment, I would have my computer back in operation. At least, the theory was that my computer would be back in operation. Tom had spent the last two hours trying to get my system up and running after it had frozen and screamed a long list of error messages at me. We were both working on an enormous presentation, one that could land our firm a very lucrative national account, and neither one of us had had much sleep or food in the last four days. It was after eleven o'clock at night and I wanted to go home, take a long shower and sleep for two hours before Tom picked me up to go to the airport for our eight a.m. flight. However, if my half of the project had now been lost due to some idiotic computer glitch, I would still take a hot shower but would follow it by throwing myself from the roof of my house afterwards. There was no way I could catch up on the work I had already done... not in the few hours we had remaining.

"You sure this will work?" I asked. Tom turned around and smiled.

"Have you known me to fail?" With that he clicked the icon called "Monitoring" and the computer screen went black.

"Great... it did that for me. You succeeded at getting it to crash a second time." I threw my fork into an empty container of fried rice and got up. My stomach suddenly felt so queasy I was certain I was going to vomit.

"Give it a second," Tom said patiently. Although I wasn't aware of it, I was holding my breath as I watched the screen. Finally, just as I was about to give up hope, the screen lit up with a green glow, then there was a series of bells from the speakers which were followed by the computer's normal start-up. The monitor showed my desktop once again and my stomach stopped quivering.

"The project? Is the project still there?" I moved up behind Tom.

"Patience," he said as he clicked on my main drive icon. I felt my stomach literally twist into a knot as the icons appeared on the screen. The tower hummed as it was supposed to, and a moment later my folders were back. Tom clicked on the folder labeled "projects" and clicked on the project we were working on. It took a little while to open it, but it was all there. I hadn't lost a single figure.

I put my hands on Tom's shoulders and squeezed. "I could kiss you," I said.

"No tongue," he said as he returned to the control panel and started double-clicking icons. "What would your wife think?"

"Yeah," I laughed with him, but not as heartily. My mind started to drift as I thought to myself, "what would my wife think?" Who cared what she thought, really. At that moment I could have turned Tom around, fought my way through his arms as he tried to push me away and shoved my tongue deep into his mouth, giving him the most erotic and passionate kiss he had ever experienced. It was getting increasingly difficult to keep the thoughts I had secret, but I knew that I could never reveal them to Tom... or anyone else for that matter. I had "stumbled" into opportunities through on-line chat rooms to meet with guys and "experiment", even if it was just a one time fling, I never did it because, to put it simply, I was terrified. I lived out my desires in the safest place I could. Within the privacy of my own office. I had downloaded literally hundreds of photos from the internet onto my office computer... photos of men against men in raw, sexual wrestling matches. I had them safely hidden on a zip disk marked "duplicates" and although I only had the chance to look at them in the evening after everyone had gone home, at least I could live out my fantasies for a few hours under the guise of "working late."

I knew most of the photos were posed, one man getting ready to slap or grab at the other, or both men tied up in some sort of hold that would be impossible to get into in a real wrestling match. There were also some I had downloaded that were actually gay porn, but the positions and facial expressions made it "look" as if the men were wrestling, so they were included in my files. I had never been in this situation, so I could only imagine what it must be like for those men to be doing those things to each other. I also couldn't figure out why I was so excited by the idea of fighting another man and chewing his nipples with my teeth or spreading his legs apart while I rolled my fist over his balls as he moaned...

I shook my head, trying to clear those images from my head. Tom had started a diagnostic program on my computer and had gotten up to put away the computer manuals he had pulled from my bookcase. I realized I was still standing behind the chair. I didn't even feel him get up. I readjusted myself so that the bulge growing in my slacks was not as noticeable and turned towards Tom.

"Seriously, I don't know how I can thank you. You saved my life."

Tom smiled broadly as he turned around to face me. He was so damned good-looking that I was afraid I was going to achieve a full hard-on and really embarrass myself in front of him. He was about six foot tall, not incredibly muscular and he had a slight belly, but he had an adorable face and winning smile and a sweet little ass. He had a thick moustache which was the same dark brown as his hair. He wore his hair down to his collar, which gave him the appearance of a country-western musician. I thought about how my hands had been on his shoulders before, only I imagined the both of us being naked and drenched in sweat... with me digging my fingers into his neck muscles, my rock hard cock pressing into his shoulders as he "howled" for mercy...

"Did you hear me," he asked. I snapped back into reality.

"Sorry, I'm so tired I'm not even seeing clearly." I wiped my eyes to add effect. "What did you say?"

"I said I'd settle for another cola for now and we'll work on the rest of your payment later."

The soda machine in our office was in the basement, a small vending area outside the main cafeteria. As I rode the elevator down I thought about how I loved being in the building late at night. The whole place took on a surrealistic atmosphere. Like those movies about everyone in the world being erased by a plague. I enjoyed not having the pressures of people rushing around and phones ringing constantly. The only sounds were the hum of the air conditioner and the occasional thud of the elevators when the security guard went on his rounds. Security knew I worked a lot of late hours, and they never bothered me. I appreciated that, never having to answer a knock at my office door to let them know that "everything was okay and I'll only be another hour." They didn't care that I was there and I didn't bother them while they did their work. So long as we kept out of the other's way, we were all happy.

I went back up to my office carrying two sodas, but I could sense that something was wrong when I stepped into the room. Tom was sitting in the chair, leaning across the computer keyboard, his face almost pressed up against the glass of the monitor. I couldn't see what the screen was showing, but his face was bathed in an odd reddish tone. I walked over to him and was about to ask him what was wrong when I looked towards the monitor and saw what he was looking at.

It was one of my photos. One of the better ones. A naked blonde guy had his red haired victim on all fours and trapped in a half nelson. The blonde was shoving his free hand under the waistband of the red head's underpants, yanking them down around his thighs while he squeezed his victim's nuts. The red haired guy was trying to turn his head so he could see what was being done to him, his eyes squinted and his mouth open in a perfect "o".

I could feel my heart speed up. I could also feel my dick swelling in my pants at the sight of the photo on the screen. Tom didn't look up at me, he just kept staring at the monitor. I didn't say anything, I just stood there. The only sound was the hum of the computer. I finally cleared my head and realized I had to come up with an explanation for this or there was going to be hell to pay.

The easiest way I could see to cover up this mess was to act stupid. "Where the hell did you find that?" I asked.

Tom held up the empty holder which had contained my zip disk. "I was looking for an empty disk to create a back-up file, and I figured I'd make sure there was nothing on this disk that you wanted. I thought "duplicates" would be okay to erase if I had to." He never looked at me as he spoke, he just kept staring at the photo on the screen. Then he turned to look at me, his expression was blank. I felt the heat of embarrassment building up. I could tell my face was turning red and I tried my best to calm myself. He pointed at the screen with his hand and asked, "is that yours?"

Everything within me said to deny everything. I could say it must have been on the disk, and I had borrowed it from someone else. Dozens of scenarios swam through my brain, each one playing out quickly so I could judge how valid the lie would sound. But he spoke again before I had the chance to answer...

"It's a really hot scene," he said turning back to the monitor. "I bet they both shoot their loads over each other at the end of the match, unless the loser is the guy who cums first."

I couldn't speak. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. I wasn't sure I had heard him correctly, and I wasn't about to say anything to make this situation worse. I couldn't have heard him correctly! My arms felt as numb as the pit that was forming in my stomach. If Tom hadn't spoken again I probably would have dropped both cans of soda, but he turned towards me again with the slightest of smiles on his face.

"Are you into that kind of thing?" his voice was soft and soothing, almost as if he were growling the words, and I couldn't stop the swelling in my pants now. "Have you ever done anything like that?"

I shook my head and said the stupidest thing that has ever escaped from my mouth. "No... I'm married."

Tom's smile widened. He slid out of his chair and stood in front of me, face to face. He moved up against me just close enough so that our ties were touching. His breath was cool and gentle, caressing my lips as he spoke. "I know you're married... I have a girlfriend... that doesn't mean that I haven't sat up in bed at night jerking off to guys wrestling on television... or imagined having a wrestling match of my own with a certain married guy I see at the office every day."

The cans of soda fell from my hands and banged onto the carpeted floor. Tom and I were the same height, but I guessed that he was about ten pounds heavier than I was. I had no idea what Tom had in mind. Was he testing me, to see what I would say and then use it against me? My breathing was building up momentum at the thought of finally having a hot wrestling match... especially with someone I knew and felt comfortable with. Tom was my best friend around the office, and since both of us usually worked late on the same projects we had found a lot of interests that we shared and had even started spending time together outside of work. I suppose I fantasized that we shared the same interest in erotic wrestling, but knew that there was no chance it could be true... until now.

"So... would you be up for a little one on one?" Tom pressed his body up closer to mine, his chest pressing into me beneath the fabric of our shirts. He looked me in the eyes and smiled the biggest smile I had ever seen. "I've been fantasizing about this probably as long as you have... so why don't we live out our fantasy while we have the chance?" Then, with his eyebrows lowering a little and his tone growing deeper, he said, "unless your afraid I'll kick your ass."

In my mind, all the consequences and fears I had battled with the my desire to say "yes!" All those late night jerk-off session I had suffered over the years popped into my head. All I could focus on was the evenly matched opponent standing nose to nose with me, waiting to strip and do a little wrestling. I opened my mouth to try to answer, but couldn't. I simply nodded.

Tom moved back from me and began to loosen his tie. "We'll strip to our underpants, unless you'd rather start out with more clothing on."

I shook my head, "I don't want to rip anything. Underpants will be fine."

I pulled everything off down to my white underpants. I wished I had worn something more sexy, but my stomach hangs out more with the three bikinis I own, so I didn't feel quite so "heavy". Tom stripped to boxers, leaving his clothes and black suspenders neatly folded on my desk. I tossed my clothing in a pile in the corner. We decided that anything was allowed, except for anything that would cause a visible wound. We moved my small conference table and chairs into a corner. This left us an open area between the door and my desk for our fight. We stood across the room from each other, and I saw that Tom was becoming as hard in his boxers as I was in my briefs.

We moved up to each other and shook hands. Then we took a step back and our match began. Neither of us had much wrestling experience, except for what we had seen on television, and what I had downloaded from the internet. We locked up slowly, collar and elbow, and pulled our bodies close. Tom skin felt warm and he was as rock hard as I had imagined him to be. He wrapped his arm around my head and turned to one side, squeezing a headlock on me. I brought my hands around him, and tried to pull away from him.

Tom held me in his headlock for a few moments, letting me get good and angry at not being able to break out of it. He pulled his arm off my head and moved in behind me, wrapping his arm around my middle. He lifted me up off the floor and squeezed his arms closed, forcing the air from my lungs quickly. I gasped and tried to inhale but all I could was gasp and cough. Tom released his arms and I landed on my feet, quickly catching my breath. I turned to face him.

"Are you okay?" His look had changed from excitement to worry.

I smiled and nodded. "Don't let me go again unless I give up," I asked calmly. The warmth of his body and the feel of his arms around me had weakened any hesitation I was having. I was ready to wrestle, and I didn't want either one of us to hold back.

He smiled and leaned forward, ready to start wrestling again. We moved in faster this time and he wrapped his arms around my middle again, closing them behind my back and hoisting me up on my toes. Again he forced the air out of me and I instantly regretted what I had told him. His arms were strong and closed around me like tighter than I expected. I wrapped my hands around his shoulders and fought back against his grip. I felt his lower body pressing into me, and could feel his cock slam into mine from within our underpants.

I struggled in his bearhug for what seemed like hours. He continued to close it around me and I knew I had to figure out some way of getting out of it and taking control of him for a while. We struggled around the room, gasping and grunting as I fought to escape from him and he fought to hold on. Finally, I felt my ass slam into the edge of my desk and quickly positioned myself for the counterattack. I leaned backwards across the desk, pulling Tom down on top of me. I lifted my legs up and wrapped them around his waist, locking my ankles behind his back. He leaned his head up, arching his body upwards and moaning. I could feel his bearhug weakening as I squeezed my legs tight around him.

He cried out and released his arms from around me, leaning his hands on the desk to try to push himself away. I kept my legs wrapped around him tight but could feel the muscles in my thighs starting to burn. Too many hours of sitting in front of a computer and not enough exercise, I thought to myself. I loosened my legs and let him pry himself free, and he stumbled away from me to the center of the room. I got up from the desk and went towards him again.

We wrestled for almost an hour, applying almost every hold we could think of to each other. Boston crabs, figure-four leglocks, camel clutches, surfboards, leg splits, full nelsons, bearhugs... Tom would apply a hold to me, then release me from it and wait for me to put him in it. We submitted to each other numerous times, each time we would wait a little bit longer before we released the other from the hold. We were soaked with sweat and finally had to stop to wipe each other down using a roll of paper towels I kept in one of my cabinets. We started wrestling again after a fifteen-minute break and started attacking the other man's gut this time. Tom applied a claw just above my naval and squeezed the flesh. Neither of us was concerned with being co-workers any longer, the wrestling had reverted to it's primal nature and we were attacking each other with full energy.

I was able to pull backwards from him and escape his stomach claw, and moved to put Tom in an abdominal stretch when his dick pressed through the slit of his boxers and stretched out in front of him. I was grapevined around Tom's body, almost about to lock his arm behind mine and start stretching him when it happened. We were breathing hard and fast and the sweat was covering us again. Tom looked down at his exposed cock and then looked up at me. I reached down and took hold of it with my free hand and pulled on it. There were either two reactions Tom was going to have. One option was he would break away from me and start punching me until he loosened a few teeth.

Instead, he leaned his head back and moaned. I stretched him out in the hold, securing his arm underneath my own, and squeezed and pulled at his rock hard dick. It felt hot and unusual. The sensation of torturing a cock that wasn't my own was more than I think I was ready to handle tonight, but I was doing it anyway. I pressed my hand inside the slit of Tom's boxers, cupped my hand around his balls, and squeezed them a little. Tom cried out, trying to break out of the abdominal stretch. I squeezed his balls again and he quieted town, wincing and turning to look at me.

"What are you gonna do?" His eyes were pleading. His mouth open as he gasped for air.

I answered him by gliding my hand up and down his cock again. I moved it slowly up the length to the tip, and glided my fingers along the piss slit. Then I slid my hand down the length of his shaft again. He shook his head and clenched his eyes shut.

"No, man!" He cried out, shaking his head as he spoke.

I pulled my hand away and loosened the submission hold I had him in. He moved forward a few steps and turned to face me.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"You've wanted to have a 'first to cum loses' wrestling match, haven't you?" His question was matter-of-fact. There was no hesitation in his voice.

"I've thought about it. I've seen a few photos from that kind of match."

"I've thought about it too," he said. "We've gone this far... why not go all the way and do the kind of wrestling we want to do?"

I wasn't thinking about anything but having Tom trapped in the abdominal stretch and stroking on his cock while he rolled his head back and forth and pleaded for me to stop. I waited for my dream to end, any moment I would wake up in my bed, soaking wet with sweat and my cock straining to rip through the front of my briefs.

But I knew from the sweat rolling off my body and the throbbing in my cock that I wasn't dreaming. I agreed to the new terms for the match.

Tom and I moved in again, only this time our hands went for each other's baskets. We pulled at the other man's underwear, trying to pry it off his body. I was concentrating too hard on his genitals to notice Tom staring at my hard nipples. He leaned down and before I could pull away he wrapped his arms behind my back and took my left tit in his mouth. His teeth squeezed down on it and I squealed as he glided his teeth across it. He pulled on it, sucking it with his lips before letting it pop from his mouth, and then went to work on my right one. I was swelling with sensations as he molested my nipples with his mouth. I cried out in short gasps and tried to pull away from him, but couldn't.

I dropped to my knees and Tom fell to his knees with me. He leaned us to one side until we were laying across the carpet, and he rolled me onto my back. He released my nipples and brought his hands up from around me. His fingers then went to work on my chest, twisting and pulling at my nipples again with more force than his mouth had done. His fingers were ice cold and my tits were starting to throb from his attack. I reached up and began to twist and pull on his nipples. We lay on the carpet, Tom straddling me, the both of us pulling, twisting and squeezing the other man's tits while we clenched our teeth and eyes and gasped in ecstasy.

Tom let go of my nipples and pulled my hands away from his chest. He forced my arms at my sides and quickly spun himself around so that he was facing my feet now. He straddled me again, trapping my arms beneath his legs. His hands caressed my lower abdomen and thighs for a few moments until I felt his fingers take hold of the waistband of my briefs. At that moment I stopped struggling and he felt my body freeze up. He turned his head back to look at me and asked if I was certain I wanted to do this. His fingers slid beneath my waistband, waiting for my answer.

Gasping, as if my mind were trying to stop my, I cried out "do it".

He pulled my briefs down and my cock popped out from within. Tom held my briefs with one hand and took my cock with his other. His fingers touched it slowly, allowing me to feel the sensations as he took a firm grip of it. When he squeezed my cock I felt as if I were going to shoot my load at that moment. I squeezed my fists closed and shut my eyes. "Oh, noooo!" I cried out. I could feel the sensations starting to build in my lower abdomen and didn't think I had the power to stop myself from cumming. I had waited so long for this chance, and now it was going to be over so quickly.

But Tom let go of me. My cock slapped up into my stomach and I was able to regain control of myself. He stood up and moved down my body, pulling at the waistband of my briefs until he snapped them from around my feet. I lay on the floor naked and excited. I got to my feet, my dick pointing in Tom's direction. I imagined that both of us were ready to shoot our loads without too much stimulation. Tom had figured this out too, and he didn't want the match to end quickly either. I would find out later that this was the reason he had stopped stroking me.

"I'm so fucking turned on," Tom said. His body was trembling. "I'm not going to last much longer... and neither are you." The smile on his face was wide, he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

I could feel my body shaking. Every inch of me was filled with sexual tension. I thought about what he must be thinking... about the kind of wrestling match he must have been fantasizing about for all these years. If he was as similar to me as I hoped he was, he would want to do everything that I had dreamed about. I resolved to make this as memorable for both of us as I could.

I smiled and said "You'll blow your nuts dry before you get your hand on my cock again."

Tom shook his head and said "I'll even give you an advantage, fucker." My cock jumped on "fucker" and Tom saw it. He reached down and yanked his boxers off, catching his erect dick in the waistband and pulling it down before it was free and snapped up towards his stomach. He let the boxers drop to his feet and stepped out of them. My eyes widened when I finally saw his monster dick. It was seven inches of thick, cut meat that was red and throbbing and anxious to blow it's load.

"I'll squeeze the come from your nuts, asshole." he said with a grin. He then slid his hand to his balls and rolled them in his fingers so that I could get a good look at them. They were big, solid orbs nested in his bush of dark brown pubic hair. Suddenly, moving so quickly I couldn't react in time, Tom lunged over to me and squatted down. He opened his mouth and swallowed the length of my cock, pressing his lips around my thick seven inches until his moustache was brushing up against my pubic hair. My hands dug into his back and I almost shrieked as I leaned forward over top of him. Slowly he pulled his lips off of me, gliding them along the length of my rod and holding the head in his mouth for a moment before sliding the length of it back into his mouth again. His mouth was hot and wet and glided up and down my shaft easily. He was slow and careful, making sure each inch felt as much of his blow job as I could handle. His teeth brushed into the flesh and I dropped my mouth open, getting ready to cum into his mouth, when he pulled away and looked up at me.

"I never did that to another guy," he said. "I've thought about it enough times, but I've never done it. I didn't think you'd let me if I gave you the chance to think about it first."

I just looked at him. The orgasm was subsiding again, but much more slowly this time. Then he wrapped his hand around my balls and his other hand around my cock and started stroking me while he rolled my balls in his fingers. Again I gripped into his shoulders and cried out in short, loud cries.

I pleaded for him to stop. Through gasps and moans I begged him to stop. "No!... Tom, please!! Tom...oh, stop! Stop!!"

"If I stop, I don't win." He started stroking me faster. I bent forward, leaning across his shoulder as he milked my cock. I looked down and saw that I could reach his ass, and I grabbed for it. I took each cheek in my hands and split it apart, stretching his crack wide open.

Tom gasped and dropped his hand from my balls, and it was enough for me to pull backwards and away from his grasp. "Oh, you really want to play dirty, huh?!" he said, the smile never leaving his face. He moved forward, rising from his knees and pressing the full weight of his body against me, tackling me backwards into the desk again. I fell across the top on my back. Tom climbed up onto the desk and straddled my chest again.

"I can play rough too, bitch!" He had a grin on his face that made me want to submit to whatever he wanted to do to me, but I played along with his evil wrestling persona and slapped my hands into the desk, flopping around like a fish out of water and trying to recover from whatever it was he was going to make me endure. He picked up my multi-line phone and set it next to my head. While he reached for that I went for his cock again, stroking it with one hand while I tugged at his pubic hair with the other. He grabbed both of my wrists, moved my hands away from his groin and stretched them up above my head. He held them down with one of his hands while he quickly grabbed the receiver off the phone. He stretched the cord and wrapped it around my wrists. I was suddenly terrified, becoming aware at that moment that Tom was tying me up.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" There was panic in my voice and he knew it. I tried to shift my weight to throw him off of me but couldn't.

"I'm playing rough," he said softly, his voice soothing and his face calm. He was smiling that damn gorgeous smile again. "I won't hurt you, I promise."

I relaxed. I believed him and, besides, I was this far into the game so why start to worry now? He secured the cord around my wrists and threw the receiver and the base unit to the floor where it crashed with a loud thud. The phone became caught under the edge of my desk and my hands were now trapped above my head. He brushed his hand across my face and grinned.

"You're gonna like this," he said with a smirk.

He stood up and walked across the room to where his pile of clothing lay. He grabbed his suspenders and came back to the desk, placing the thick black elastic between my legs. He shoved one half under my body, reached beneath me and grabbed it beneath the small of my back while the pulled the other half up the front of my body. It was now as if I were straddling an elastic rope. Slowly he stretched it up towards my head so that it began to press into my balls.

"Ohhhh!!! Ohhhh, owww!!" I cried out, playing out the fantasy for him that I knew he wanted to see. The pressure building on my balls was nothing I hadn't done to myself already, but I cried out as if in agony as he forced them up into my rock hard dick. He loosened the suspenders and looked at me. I shook my head, letting him know that I was okay, and he smiled again and started stretching out the suspenders to torture me more.

"Oh, man! You fuckin' bastard!! Ohhh, no! No! No! No!" I arched my back and tried to get him off of me, but I was draped over the desk too high off the floor to be able to secure my feet or free my arms. He stretched his suspenders into my nuts for a little while before growing bored with it. He then threw his suspenders across the room and crawled up onto the desk, straddling me and taking my cock in his hand. I could tell from the look in his eyes. This time he was going for the kill.

"You got me, Tom." My body was shivering, waiting for him to finish me off. I wanted to cum so badly that if he released me I would have stroked myself off just to relieve the intense pressure. "Please... please just make me do it!"

"You're giving up that easy?"

"Yes... yes..."

"You want to cum bad, don't you?"

"Yes! Please, yes!!"

"What if I give you a little more incentive to fight back?"

"What?! What do you mean," I asked.

"I mean, if I get you to cum now" and as he said that he began to stroke my cock slowly, "I leave you tied up like this but I call security to check your office after I leave."

I didn't know if he was serious or not, but I felt energy flowing back into me. "And what do I get if I get you to cum?"

"You're not going to ask me if I'm serious or not?"

I grinned at him and he smiled back. "If you're that anxious for me to continue to fight what do I get if I get you to cum?"

"If you get me to cum I don't call security."

One thing about Tom, he's great with computers but lousy at tying knots. I realized that my hands were actually pretty loose and slid one hand out of the phone cord. I freed my other hand and leaned up, reaching for Tom, who instantly started pumping away at my dick with everything he had. I leaned forward enough to be able to reach between his legs and pull at his balls. He leaned his head back and cried out, and stopped stroking long enough for me to be able to slide away and get to my feet.

We moved away from the desk and locked up again in the center of the room. I moved in fast this time and was able to wrap my arm around Tom's head and squeeze it tight. He wrapped one arm behind my back and the other went for my crotch, but I grabbed it with my free arm while closing my other arm around his head. He clawed his way through the air, fighting against my grip to reach my throbbing cock merely inches from his hand. His fingers brushed against my cockhead and scratched at it, trying to gain more leverage and pull it into his grip. I jerked my hips backwards out or his reach, but I lost my leverage and he was able to snap backwards out of the headlock. He moved up in front of me and threw his arms around my body in another bearhug.

This time he squeezed me tightly, no playing around anymore. He lifted me off the floor and carried me across the room until he slammed into the wall. I let out a loud groan. Tom pulled back from me, grabbed my wrists and stretched my arms to my sides. He had me firmly "crucified" against the wall. Our eyes met and we glared at each other, ready to finish the hot battle we had begun nearly two hours ago. He began to press his swollen cock into my groin, thrusting it into my balls and cock like a swordsman. I moaned and was submissive at first, allowing him to torture me with his rod mercilessly while I squeezed my eyes shut and rolled my head back and forth.

"What's wrong..." he said though quick, heavy breaths. "You never... imagined... cockfighting before?"

Of course I had, and it took me a moment to forget the sensations that we flooding my body and return to the reality of our combat. We thrust our cocks into each other, sliding our heads along the length of the other man's meat and thrusting them into our nuts. Suddenly Tom threw his arms down and wrapped them around my waist, and I brought my arms around his body and clasped them behind his back. Now our cocks wrestled each other madly, grinding and throbbing as we slammed our hips back and forth. Tom's face pressed against mine. His hair was matted with sweat and his cheeks burned. Our breathing was heavy and we grunted and moaned into each other's ears.

I don't know how I was able to last as long as we did, but after a few minutes I felt Tom trying to break away from the cockfight. He struggled in my arms, trying to pull himself free. My arms tightened around his body and refused to let him escape. His eyes were clenched tight and his teeth were grinding, and he was shaking his head - trying to clear his mind.

"N-no... no..." His breathing was increasing and I started thrusting my cock into his balls, sliding my head along the length of his shaft as I did. He jerked his body backwards but I held onto him.

"No... oh, no... please... please... no, no, no..."

I grinned as I felt the muscles in his body tensing. "You're gonna cum... aren't you?"

He nodded frantically. He tried in vain to push himself out of my bearhug but I refused to let him escape. I didn't want the match to end but the sensations were overpowering both of us now. I wanted to win the match and have him shoot his cum in defeat so I shifted my attack and started brushing my cock along the length of the underside of his cock. He moaned and gripped my shoulders.

"Oh, no!" He cried out. His knees bent as he started to collapse, and I knew he was seconds away from losing.

"Do it, fucker!" I commanded.

He shook his head but I could tell from the expression on his face, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth in a perfect "O", that he was past the point of holding back and was going to erupt.

"Cum!" I grunted through clenched teeth. I shoved my cock into his nuts and began to rub it into the base of his shaft.

His fists clenched and he threw his head back. He was fighting to keep himself from cumming but I wasn't letting him out of this hold and he was too weak and dazed with the orgasm he was struggling to contain to fight back effectively.

"Please..." he cried out. "Please..."

"It's all over, buddy!" I whispered back.

"No! Please no!"

"Cum on me, baby!!" He squealed at the sound of my sexual command and I knew it was over. "I want to feel your hot cum on me."

"Oh, no!! No, no... I'm cumming! Oh, no! I'm cumming! I'm cummmmm..." He leaned his head back and let out a low, guttural moan. I looked down and thrust my cock into his balls as his own cock erupted with a huge spasm of cum up into my stomach and down onto my cock. As my cock felt his cum begin to coat it I threw my head back and released my own load up into Tom's still shooting rod. I felt him slipping down and could no longer hold the both of us up. We slid to the floor and landed on our knees, both of us gasping and wheezing while our cocks finished shooting onto each other.

Tom opened his eyes and smiled at me. I smiled back.

"Congratulations," he said.

"Yeah," I said with a grin. Slowly I began to catch my breath and looked over at him to smile. "I'm sorry it's over, but I told you you'd blow your load first."

Tom leaned over... the faintest of smiles on his lips. He raised an eyebrow at me. "Who said it's over? I thought this match was the best two falls out of three."

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