An Erotic Tale of Grappling Homos. Not much story here. It's gay porn with a HEA because it's happy from start to end. Two pairs of partners, four men, get together for their weekly, tag team wrestling match, but outside events perpetrate a change in the protocol, and the four of them end up slathered in baby oil, fornicating on their padded exercise mat. |
"Oh, my god... you're... breaking me in two." Paul's breathing was staggered, as Byron and I stretched both legs upward, raising his entire body off the mat but for his head, hands and arms from wrists to elbows. "Marty," he pleaded. "Do something. Get them... off me."
"Geezuz," he scorned. "You are such a pussy." Marty stepped onto the mat. "It's hard to believe you need me to come to your rescue." Standing with feet on either side of Paul's wrenched back, Marty placed both hands onto Paul's exposed belly, his T-shirt having fallen to his nipples. "Imagine it,” Marty teased. “A big, strong man like you whining like a baby." He rubbed the palms of his hands upon his partner's belly and chest. "Begging for a little guy like me to save you." He planted one knee into the small of Paul's back, pressing forward while clutching his stretched abdominals with fingertips. "What the hell am I? Your mommy?"
Each exhale of breath brought groans from our victim, coupled with pitiful pleadings. "Marty ... what the... hell are you doing? Help me... for Christ's sake."
"Oh, don't worry," Marty sneered. "I'll help you all right." He let go the claw and removed his knee, then moved to kneel by his stricken partner's grimacing face. "We're all going to help you, tough guy." And with that, he grabbed Paul's shirt and ripped it past his head, stripping him to his gym shorts. "Ok, you two, on the count of three."
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