Sharing a Sleeping Bag With a Guy On My Wrestling Team 07

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Chapter 7: Wrestling Moves

"Well," Max said, lowering his waist band, plopping out his half hard, large, thick, glistening pale shaft, "I know you like her. I was wondering if you wanted to taste her pussy juice off my cock."

He sank into my gaming chair like he owned the room. Rage rose in my body as I stepped closer, looking down at him and his exposed flesh.

He froze for half a second. His mouth twitched into that cocky half-smirk he used.

I didn’t give myself time to think. I dropped to my knees between his legs. The tension shot through me instantly, his breath catching for one tiny moment he probably thought I wouldn’t notice as I looked forward at the exposed male body in front of me.

The truth was I wanted to suck his dick. I missed the feeling of his big thing in my mouth, the taste of his body on my tongue. I was curious what Melanie’s pussy would taste like on it. The whole situation drove me crazy. I stared at his cock as it hardened in front of me. He pulled up his shirt to show off his hairless abs. They were equal to mine, maybe an ounce better. I hated him for it, even more than before the desert trip. His cock rose like a thick flag pole, pointing into the air and throbbing, hovering in front of me while I stared at it, neither of us speaking. His meat pole was a column of pure lust, breathing energy into my body that I couldn’t resist. It was like a devil offering me a taste of sin.

I felt Trent on my shoulder telling me to respect myself. I heard him and my inner self yelling at me, “No! He’s a cunt! Fuck this guy!”

The tension in my brain fought itself until the repeated thought of fuck this guy gave me an idea.

He thought he was going to come over and get his dick sucked as some sort of power move. But I had the upper hand. I always knew I could take him in a wrestling match. I was going to get mine today. 

“I’m gonna fuck you,” I said, staring at his cock. 

He smirked down at me as I looked up at him. He didn’t get it yet. I smiled like I had found the solution to life. I was going to do what I wanted.

I dove down, pressing his hot meat into my mouth. I felt the rush go from my head to my ass, tingling down my spine as I grabbed his thighs and worked him into my throat. I felt his body shift as he sighed. I already knew how he liked it, and I knew how I liked it, and I licked his cock clean. I could taste the pussy juice on it. At least I thought I could. Or else it was just a new amount of crotch sweat I wasn’t used to. 

I bobbed my head repeatedly, running my tongue around him in circles as I felt the pressure fill my cheeks, stretch my lips. I grabbed his nuts and tugged them. I pressed on his taint. I found his hole with my finger, and felt it quiver when I pushed in. His body jolted, and he vocalized something that came out as gibberish as I tasted a spurt of pre-cum on my tongue, mixing with my saliva. I loved it.

He put his hand on my head, applying a small amount of pressure, and I knew it was time to move to phase two.

I stood up fast, grabbed him by the wrist, and pulled him off the chair. 

He grunted in surprise as I slammed him into the carpet and threw my weight over him. 

I whispered softly into his ear, knowing exactly what that tingle would feel like. “I’ve had enough dick. I’m ready for your ass.”

My training instinct took over. He tried to twist out of it, but I had him locked before he even figured out what was happening.

“Dude. DUDE,” he laughed, breathless, trying to buck me off.

“Tap out if you want,” I said.

He didn’t.

So I tightened the hold.

I leaned down until my chest pressed to his back. My arm slid around his neck, not squeezing, just claiming him, showing him exactly who won that round. He swallowed hard against my bicep, his breath getting shaky. His whole body went still under mine. 

When he finally spoke, it was quiet but rough.

“You win.”

I tightened the headlock just a little, feeling his heartbeat against my forearm.

“Good,” I said into his ear. “Because I’m not done.”

I pinned him where he was, my thighs clamping his hips. He pushed back a bit as I shifted, reminding me to keep my hold on him tight. He tried one more time to bridge out, but my grip stayed firm and he relaxed under me with this low, frustrated exhale.

He had brought some sweat with him, and since his shorts were already half down, it wasn’t hard to get my dick positioned between his cheeks. I was rock hard, and after a quick spit, I pushed forward. His cheeks tightened when I applied the pressure, but my bicep squeezed against his neck, reminding him that I had won, and I needed my prize. 

He shifted his head, and put his teeth on my forearm. I let him, wanting to see what he would do. He could’ve bit me, a pussy, cheating move to make me flinch, but he didn’t. He nibbled lightly, like it was a joke. I was tickled, and I would’ve laughed if I weren’t in “fuck mode”.

His ass relaxed, and I pressed forward again. Muscle memory told me exactly where his hole was. I felt his body melt as soon as I started to stretch the opening. The tables were turned. He went from escape mode to submission.

He suddenly pushed back like he needed it, just like he did in the desert. My emotions flooded through me. It was like I had been scared of losing whatever this was between us, but it had never actually been gone.

I teased his hole, denying him what his body was begging for.

“Are you gonna fuck me?” he asked, almost like he really didn’t know.

I ignored him, toying with his hole, pressing in just enough to stretch it halfway open, then repeatedly pulled back, squeezing his neck instead.

“Dude… fuck me,” he insisted, getting urgent and maybe even a bit too loud since my parents were just down the hall. I shifted my arm to cover his mouth with my hand. He started gently licking it. He mumbled into my hand, and the words were obscured, but I knew what he was saying. He was begging for my cock. It was a liberating moment after a day of self doubt. 

I sank into him.

I pressed open his hole, feeling his wet heat envelope my engorged meat pole. I didn’t even pull out, just slowly easing in until I was balls deep. I basically rested my body weight on him. He exhaled slowly when I pressed in all the way, and then forced my hips forward another centimeter, finding a new depth to him. It felt like I pushed into a second hole deep in his insides. It felt like conquering something. 

He reached back and held my hip, squeezing my glute and rubbing the layer of sweat that had formed on my round ass. He grinded back and forth in his prone position, fucking my carpet while he grinded on my cock. He was putty in my hands.

“Damn,” he muttered into my arm. “I forgot how big you actually are.”

“I never fucked you this deep before,” I said. “It was always quick and dirty.”

I went fast, then slow, then fast again, only pausing to apply more spit. I stuck my fingers in his mouth. He ignored it at first, in bliss from getting fucked while I massaged his tongue. Then he started sucking my index finger like it was a dick. I played with his lips while I did fast, deep thrusts, barely pulling out at all. 

I pried his mouth open while he groaned, enjoying the feeling of his cheeks on my fingers. My whole body weight slammed into him until our bodies were clapping too loudly. I didn’t even care if my parents heard anymore. I would deal with that later. 

It went on for a long time. I was leaking pre-cum so much that I actually felt it escaping my dick in spurts inside him. I had finished once already that day, and I didn’t need any of my standard cum delaying techniques. It was all muscle, and sweat, hormonal males mixing our bodily fluids together. After maybe a half hour without even switching positions, just a constantly shifting rhythm of inserting myself into him, I was getting close, and nothing mattered in the world more than my orgasm, and inserting my cum into Max’s ass.

Suddenly, his body started meeting mine against my quick thrusts, and he mumbled over my fingers. “Om.. Om comom…”

“What?” I whispered as I pulled my finger out of his mouth.

“I’m…” he said, then paused underneath me. I paused my thrusting too. I felt his body pulse against me as I laid all my body weight on top of him. He was cumming onto my bedroom rug, his hole pulsing around my cock. I looked down at his stretched hole as it tightened in pulses around my thick shaft. I looked between his big, round, muscular cheeks. I was flooded with ecstasy as I felt myself throb inside him. I pushed hard, another two thrusts and started cumming inside him too.

He groaned again as my steel hard girth pulsed, stretching him out further. I pushed back in fully, wanting my seed to enter his deepest parts. His groans almost sounded like he was choking as his body froze. Our orgasms throbbed for what felt like a long time until our bodies relaxed, and he waited for me. He didn’t move until I pulled out of him, sitting back and watching my whitish essence leaking out of his hole, dripping down to his hairless balls.

He casually got up on all fours, lowering his head and sticking out his ass, stretching his muscular back like a yoga pose. His ass was in my face, the symbol of my conquest, my victory.

I reached out and groped his glute with my hand, giving it a squeeze and a slap. He chuckled, exhaling, and turned around to sit on my rug. His big cock was still hard, aimed at his abs. His puddle of jizz was between his legs, and I saw my own cum leaking out of him. The look on his face was some sort of relief. Post orgasm, some dissolution of tension between him and me. Something pleasant. I mirrored it, sitting back into my gaming chair, looking down at him on my rug.

"That was hot,” he said. 

I just looked around for another pair of dirty underwear to clean up with. Finding none, I reached into my drawer and pulled out a clean pair. It was a long day of cumming with the boys. Part of me realized how pissed my mom would be if she knew I did that with my clean clothes. I chuckled at myself.

“Sorry about today by the way,” Max went on, “I guess after all the gay sex with you, I just wanted to make sure my dick still worked for pussy. Maybe I needed some space I guess.”

The phrase “gay sex” made me cringe internally. I guess I had my own issues to deal with too.

“You were a dick today,” I said, wiping my crotch with the clean underwear. 

“Yeah,” he said with a sort of nervous chuckle. “I was still kinda surprised you reacted like that though. I had no idea how to interact with you back in the real world. I just kind of froze.”

“Well it made me feel like shit,” I said with an exhale, leaning back into my chair. He finally pulled on his underwear, locking up his monster back in the cage.

“What do you want from me, then?” he said, more like a statement than a question, his face turning somewhat serious. 

I just stared at him. I felt like he was being an asshole again. It was hard to put things into words. But I felt like it was obvious I just wanted him to treat me like we had something between us, and not just ghost me.

He suddenly looked a bit angry, like he was mad that I didn’t answer him.

“Do you want to be BOYFRIENDS??” he asked, suddenly louder than he should’ve been. My jaw dropped. I knew he was being ironic, stating an obvious absurdity for rhetorical effect, but the idea was still a shock to hear. He apparently still had buttons to push on me.

“No,” I said, holding my breath. “Obviously I don’t.”

“Then what do you want?” he said, pulling on pants. They were my pants, but I didn’t say anything.

“Well what do you want?”

“I like fucking each other,” he said, “I like wrestling with you, and the winner can fuck the loser.”

That made me smile.

“Well that sounds nice,” I said, chuckling, “It’s a win-win.”

“Exactly,” he replied. 

“Just, like,” I said, trying to find the words, “Don’t be a dick. Be cool. We’re like… friends with benefits I guess. We can also be regular friends if you even know how to do that.”

“Yeah,” he said, nodding his head. “You’re right. That’s it.”

“And stop fucking Melanie,” I said. 

“Done,” he said smirking.

“Really?” I said, narrowing my eyes at him.

“So, the truth is…” he started, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh my god…” I muttered, seeing where this was going.

“I never fucked Melanie,” he said, his face cringing even while he maintained a half smile.

My jaw dropped, for real this time. It all made sense. It was about me the whole time. He was just a fucked up person and didn’t know how to deal with his feelings of competitiveness with me.

“I just thought it was an ice breaker to get to you,” he said, “Like… push your buttons.”

“You’re insane,” I said, shaking my head. “You’re basically obsessed with me.”

“That’s going a little far,” he said.

“No,” I said, a big smile forming on my face, “It’s not. It’s true.”

“Fuckkk offff,” he said, exhaling. 

“Who was the girl in the pics then, that you showed me and everyone?” I said, smirking at him bigger than before.

“Just this slutty girl who lives near me. She’s in college and loves my dick. I lost my V-card to her and still bang her once in a while.”

I stood up, letting my manhood dangle and stood over him.

“And now you just wanna fuck me… or get fucked by me…” I said, wiggling my dick in his face, taunting him.

“Maybe I do,” he said, looking up at me past my dick and balls, “I lost on purpose tonight.”

“No, you didn’t,” I said, smiling down at him.

“Yeah, that was a lie,” he said, his confident smirk back on his face. 

He stood up and opened his arms, ready for a hug.

I chuckled at the stupid situation we had gotten into. I embraced him in a tight bear hug, just like the guys did when we hadn’t seen each other in a while. We flexed our pecs and hugged tight on instinct. It was a natural inclination among wrestlers to show off our muscles a bit and give an overbearing hug once in a while, but this one was different. It was like an amends.

We pulled away, smiling.

“I’m sorry about today,” he said, reiterating his feelings. “You’re honestly a good guy. I was always a bit jealous of you, and I think that came rushing back when we got back to school, with the girls around and all that.”

I chuckled. “I was always jealous of you too. It’s weird to admit that we’ve been silently competing since freshman year. Maybe we should’ve been fucking for years.”

He shook his head and laughed. “Shut the fuck up dude.”

“This is the first time it feels like we’re actually friends,” I said, “even after all this time.”

“Yeah,” he said, pulling on his hoodie.

I walked him out of the house, tip toeing past my parents bedroom, hoping to avoid any questions. I was still in my underwear, because fuck it.

At the door, he reached for my bulge, giving it a little grope like a handshake. 

“You’re wearing my pants by the way,” I said, smirking.

He looked down. “Oh, I’ll just—”

“Fuck off,” I said, “We’ll trade back next time.”

He chuckled through his nose, and headed out the door.