SLAM!
“Hmph!” Callum “The Highlander” Weir literally felt the breath being ripped from his lungs as his back hit the mat. Hard.
The Bastard had slammed him.
Blue-green eyes blinked rapidly as trying to bring his world back into focus, but before Cal was able to bring a semblance of air into his lungs the Bastard was already on him, his fists flying, hard muscled thighs straddling his sweat slicked torso as he mounted him.
Callum raised his arms up to protect his head from the rain of pain.
His mouth was bleeding, he was sure of that. There was no mistaking that distinct copper taste that ran over his tongue.
He hated to scramble but this was a bad position and he needed to get out of it, quick. If the strikes he wasn’t able to block paired with the way his head bounced back on the mat with the blows were any indication: he wouldn’t be able to make it to the end of the round.
It was the last round, there wasn’t a chance in hell that he was getting himself knocked out before this round was over.
No way, his pride wouldn’t be able to take it.
Callum shrimped to his side, pushing against one of the Bastard’s hard, tanned thighs effectively getting his hips out from under him, quickly locking his own legs into a tight half-guard. The Scot tried to get on his side, but the Bastard was putting pressure on him, making breathing hard as hell. He ignored the hard chest pressing against him as he curled himself closer to the Bastard’s hips, the slick of sweat on both of their bodies helping him along, enabling him to get the under-hook. Callum didn’t waste any time before roughly shrugging his shoulder forward, throwing the Bastard’s body off kilter. He tried not to smile at the widening...
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Great story! Seemed set in real life with real young men. It has punch and a real believable shift in the dynamic between these two powerful competitors who become lovers. Some of the stories here are unrealistic (Ivy League Rowing Team with very wealthy fathers….is a recent example). The stories continue to have some really dumb titles (This story is a good example) and the pics are often not appropos. Please do something about the titles.
I used to work out in the same gym with the wrestlers, the close contact is absolutely mind-blowing to watch, Never even questioned whether or not they were gay because in fact it was something else going on. Just good man-to-man fighting and contact and closeness. Sometimes there is a very fine line between male friendship and male sex and it is just that wonderful physical camaraderie that is rare, but worth the trouble to achieve. Yeah, the guys in this story had sex, but they just as easily could have become good buddies who truly enjoy stripping off the clothes and wrestling for hours…. all of it homoerotic in a sense. Just don’t need to label it, just need to go with it.
Hot sexy story some day a part 2
Makes sense. Wrestling like that, body contact not surprised. Sort of a Naked Kombat scene.