Gay Erotic Stories

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It's our second day; yesterday they took back to the town, after other different nine fights, we had time to have rest and organize for the meet of today. I feel really sorry cause yesterday I didn't see anymore my mate that had been knocked out, just a fleeting touch of his skin made me to desire him so bad all night long; the other mate of mine, his name is Dave, is not so much interested to socialize wih me and he stays on his own, just talking sometimes; I have seen even Mark, the winner guy of yesterday, sitted on the benches, showing his muscles around for all the time and looking with arrogance all the other guys. Today they give us a different brief: each team has a different one, like usual: we have not anymore a trunks but a sort of strange singlet made of lycra; at the moment i take it inmy hands I feel a little bit strange... I know how much sexy can be a wrestler wearing a singlet, with all the sexiest parts of the body pushed by the lycra or coming out from the singlet that never can contains boners! This is even more particular: it has no legs, it looks like more to an olympic swimming singlet, with a high crack on the bottom and hips, and it's asymmetrical... on the left side the fabric covers the breast, going under the armpit to the back, on the right side it's much more restricted, the breast is almost totally exposed, except for a little strap following the pecs, touching the nipple and going in the back, rejoin together with all the singlet. My ass is almost uncovered because a really really tiny piece of lycra goes inside the crack like a woman bikini... I feel naked and displayed to the audience, I hope my mind won't block my movements for this reason if my turn to fight will come. Even my mate is wearing the same singlet but he seems confortable, or better, he doesn't take care of it... his singlet looks even more tight, his beefy body "overflows" from it, but it looks ok for him, his attention goes only to the matches in the ring. And my turns comes: after three matches I hear a speaker calling my name. A really singolar sensation takes me when I stand up from the bench, I undertand for a moment the tension Alex felt yesterday, after I released my hug on him and he glanced hesitant at me; my muscular legs move, I shiver a little trying to hide it and, taking off my sandals, I reach the metallic enclosure of the arena. My mate take my arm, after my first step, he stands up with me, patting me gently on my cheek: "Good luck - he smiles to me - it's your time, don't leave me alone and put him down" . His smile is warm and friendy, for a moment it dissolves the tension in my body and I, smiling back to him, take his hand, shaking it, before entering in the arena. The door closes as I am inside, all the light are really bright and warm, my eyes are blinded for a second and I can't see anymore the audience' faces in the backlight.. I just see my mate, making again the act of winning with his thumb, while I already feel my body sweating, under my armpits and on my sides, drops run on my sparkling skin, I can only force my breath to keep calm, trying to transform the fear into strenght. My body is now a bundle of muscles and nerves ready to spring, I listen to every signal of my muscles while I start some stretching exercises on my legs; I am naturally smooth on my body, except for the armptis I obviously shave, just a really light hair grows on my legs, while my hair is not too long nor short, brown with light waves and a pair of moustaches frame my upper lip... I have a quiet gay but sexy look, especially with my body bond up in this singlet. I feel a little bit better and conscious of my power now, I use all my experience, my win fights and ko i gave (even if during all legal fighs, this is my first underground) to feel relaxed, then finally even my opponent steps in, Kyle is his name. The first thing I notice while he enters in the ring, except for his confident and cocky steps, is his body: we are almost equal in height, maybe he is a little bit taller, but the weight is surely different! If I am slender and muscled like a ballet dancer, strong legs and a trapezoid upper body, Kyle's body is much more built. I can't say he's fat, his silouhette is amazing and enviable, but really really beefy: his legs are long and hard, his belly is flat, without trace of sixpack abs but it looks like marble, with a couple of heavy pecs on it with on the top two huge pink nipples; his pale skin is smooth, there is just a shadow of hair roots around the areolas of nips and under armpits... but his face is so beautiful! He has definitely an english charme, like a young and hot Hugh Grant, with the same aristocratic face, full lips, green eyes and soft hair in the back; I can tell, as he moves, he's not gay like me but really cocky while greeting the audience he lifts up his arms and yelling, looking scornful to me. He wears a green-waterblue trunks really tight and tiny, one size smaller for sure, squeezing sexily his butt and balls, quiet big, with his cock visible under the fabric on one side, while my singlet, confronted to his one and to his straight attitude, makes me looking gay, defenceless and i think a little bit ridicolous. He glances at me again, from high to down, and I feel shy, I can't hold his green eyes and I look down, while he turns around to the audience again, yelling even louder; his back is strong like a white pillar, the muscles of his shoulders and shoulders blade ripple under the lights, his butt is soft, big and protruding, his buttocks strong, light ankles and beautiful feet. I think about the strenght can contain one of his kicks and I go on stretching my legs and calfs to relax muscles, trying to erase the anxiety due to the big different of weight... I have never fought with a so big bull and I am aware some heavy muscles can make the difference in a fight. Here the bell rings the start. "I kill you!"" He yells at me just one second before jumping quickly to me. He's really fast in spite of his heavy body and I barely see the bunch of meat coming to me with open arms and one second after, I am suddendly in his embrace, stretched between his soft, warm and humid body. I see the stars for a moment, eyes are full of sparkling bright points of light, while the air erupts suddendly out of my lungs as soon he lifts my feet from earth and squeeze my whole body in his arms; my head falls down, my lips touch his smooth cheecks, I can feel his fresh breath, and one second later again the same painful squeeze and all my air leaves totally my body; I can't breath anymore, all the air is stolen by his violent bear hug lifting me from earth and making me shivering and gasping for air again. Then, as the first time, he loosens up his hug and let me breathe again, ready to attack soon; I have never felt a so strong bear hug, so violent, I feel frantic and my strenght seems going away with my fear rising up from my stomach all over the whole body as soon I feel my feet up from the ground and Kyle ready for the next shot. "Do you like it, faggot? IT's all for you and there much more again!" His breathe throws the words in my face, it's fresh and humid, the voice runs loud into my ears, and now, with eyes wide, my face is onto his face, I see his profile, I feel my arm trapped in his hug, while I realize the other arm is free! It's weak and on my side but instinctively I use it to knock, with the few power I have still; my punch knocks violently on the meat of his side, on the tought ribs, close to the pecs, feeling the hardness of his body on my hand; Kyle scream suddendly, in pain and anger, while his next bear hug looses power: infact I still feel the pain on the back and to my stomach, where his arms surround me, but I can keep my eyes open and a little bit of air in my body; now he tries with his hands to block my free arm, but I easily free and knock again on the same point of his body, even stronger. Another scream of pain, even louder, when I knock another time, again and again, feeling the hardness of the ribs under the skin and in the same time his pain, and the punch is so strong that hurt my hand, but I go on hitting and hitting, until I finally fall down on earth, free. Kyle looks at me angrily while rubbing his hurted point of the hip, where a red mark has appeared where I hit. I quick stand up on my feet, breathing heavily and catching all the air I can with calm, but feeling a pain in my hip I try to forget; now my whole body and singlet are completely wet of my sweat, the tiny back of the singlet is inside my bubble butt, but I don't keep it out and just keep my attention on Kyle, wating for his next move. Now he is studying me to and we move around each other, not sure of who will make first step; he does but this time I'm ready and I see him spring up to me; I'm surprised he's big and heavy but so fast!! I see him lifting up his leg and moving against me, if i wouldn't have step back his foot would have been fallen with all strenght and weight on my shoulder, but he doesn't loose time and start again another kick, so i can only do the same. In the middle of our jump our kicks meet again at the ankles and we hear a loud knock and a wit pain following; but if I fall down on the ground on my feet, feeling just that hurt, I see Kyle on the ground howling in pain and holding his ankle with hands so I can take the edge over him and while he's still sit on the ground I move on to hit him strongest as I can: angrily I realize my feet slips lightly and I loose the bounce, so my other foot just hit his right cheekbone, but throwing him with head over feet. I don't think and I just move jumping on him, I hold his ankles and pull up his legs, opening them wider as I can, revealing his soft belly and genitals and I try to hurt his weak points; he instinctively cover his ball with hands but I kick upper directly on his soft belly button, pushing my kick deeper as I can in his muscles. His belly is really hard and resistant but the hit succeeds.... Kyle is thrown bak again, snorting all the air of his body out. I recharge another kick and hit him again, this time on his chest with the sole of the foot... a gloom kick on his breast bone booms out and he snorts again in pain. I have one second to think about my advantage on him but no more, while I look at the lying body of Kyle squirms in pain... I can only go on so I lift him on his feet, throwing against the metallic cage: he falls heavily on it and I suddenly jump towards him with all my weight; my whole body push on his defenseless one, and my right knee smashes his stomach again; he almost falls on the ground gasping for air violently, spitting his breath on my face: now it has lost his humid freshness and smells warmer and deeper. I hold him under his wet slippery armpits, just to throw another blow with the knee in the same place, leaving him falling down and panting. Now his whole body is soaking wet and has a strong - bitter sweet smell of deodorant and sweat turning me crazy. I try to be concentrated, to not waste my time but I can only think of hitting again that heavy bunch of muscles until he will collapse, so I pull him on feet again and get ready to start; I see him trying to block my attack with hands and forearms, but if the first punch is muffles by his defense a second kick of mine squash it: my foot strikes his stomach for the third time, his hands fall down weakly and his big soft pecs joggle while drops of sweat fall on me and around; again I pull him up, even if I can see him totally defenseless with no breath and no strengths, but I can't let him relax, so I hit the stomach strongest as I can and I let him fall down, this time for the last. Kyle now is totally out, defenseless on the ground lying on one side with arms closed on the stomach, open mouth and tongue falling out with some trickles of split... he breathes heavily, showing he has almost passed out. I reach him from the back touching his buttocks and suddenly I rip off his trunks, slipping it from his feet; he weakly tries to hold it but I violently tear it away and his really big balls, settled free, bulge away and his cock falls on the side. Kyle covers it shameful but I strongly kick his back to let him free and grab his cock in my hand, starting even to masturbating a little when it suddenly gets hard; he moans then I force him to stand up, and always with his little hard on in my hand, I pull him around the ring like a dog. He still walk and breath hardly for all the kicks and punches but obeys, until I decide to close the game and have a little fun with him. I push him sweetly onto the cage, naked, all exposed, pulling his cock and balls, then I stoop down at his groin, concentrating all my power in the next hit: my punch violently smashes his stomach again, just up the belly button, the same place I have hit for the whole match, all turned into red; the hit easily enters in the soft meat, and after that, with the other punch, I hit it again but a little bit up on the left, squashing the spleen, where the rib cage closes, or when it opens. The effect is immediate: the whole heavy big body of Kyle is shattered by shiver, falls on his knees, dropping sweat from every hole, his face is a mask of pain and his eyes tear... he almost cry falling down, sited on the ground. He is totally out now: his back onto the metallic cage, his tights languidly open, his heavy balls on the ground and his cock, still erect is humid on the top and the folds of his belly flood on the body... he still heavily breaths and the shoulder go up and down following the effort. I really go crazy for seeing him so defenseless and finally I jump on him, I want to feel, to touch this marvelous beefy body on me, in my hands, in my lips, I dig my face into his warm tights, I am pervaded by the strong deep smell of his intimate skin, his wet mixed to something sexy and clean and his cock falls on my check and his balls push on my lips. I avidly start licking the inner part of his tights, pushing deeper as I can my wet tongue up to his anus and awaking immediately his moanings. His skin feels so smooth and sweet to my tongue, the I start going up, between the wet folds of his belly, soft and salt, licking and even biting this delicious beefy skin, around and inside the belly button and on his hip... my tongue can't stop anymore, can't have enough of his taste and even his graonings become louder and louder and the cock harder! I put my hands around the big beefy pecs, grabbing softly the meat around the nipples then reaching out them and pinching softly; they are really big and get almost suddenly erect, so I can pinch them, even really strog and make him crying in pain or excitement. Now he has lost all his starting boldness and he looks weak and pathetic so I grab violently the nerves on the back of his neck to make him screaming in pain again. His cries turn me on more and more and so I grab him from the hair, pushing his face on my wet body and make him open his mouth on my nipple, it's bulging for all the excitement and put his lips on it; just his mouth start sucking it he quits to scream, it's amazing to feel the warm humidity of the cave of his mouth around the meat of my pec, the rough area of his tongue rubs and titillate the areola of the nipple, the excitement grows up like fire in my body, from the pec to the whole body and make me shivering... it's so amazing and I feel him liking it to so I loosen my grab on the neck and sometimes I close his nose, so he can breath only with the mouth and sometimes he stop to suck my pec just to take a little breath and starting licking again; I would love so much he could fuck me so hard but I know it's impossible, so I just release my super hard cock from the trunk and use it to hit Kyle's beefy chest, while I even rub my cock against his pecs. I change postion and I sit on his leg, so I can feel his hard on on my bubble but... it's really hard now and I take it rubbing it near my asshole and against my tights... even if he's not fucking me I want to feel him on me, rubbing on me, and I put my hands on his pecs and my head on his shoulder; up and down I feel the warm of my wet body locking his cock, harder and harder, and his moans start again... I close his mouth with my lips, violently kissing him, cutting his breath and digging his inner warm mouth with my hotter tongue; I kiss him ,lick his face, bite his lips, pinch hard his nipples and he scream again, while I bite his ear, he cries when the cartilages crunch, and I go down in the hole between neck and shoulder, it's so soft and smooth and my tongue travel so good on his sweat and spit. I reach the high soft pec, the nipple still hard and erect, and when I reach with the top of the tongue he scream again and I feel it bulging more again, so I go licking around and biting the soft meat of the pec. And i bite again, I love his cries, while I go on torturing his cock in my tights and I feel him crying not only of pain but even of pleasure, like he can't understand no more what's the difference, he's really close to cum. We my hands I go on exploring his whole body: I pinch, rub, touch, squeeze, take, caress I try to put a finger and drag his hole to feel the softness of his butt and his smell, then I start licking and kissing again, I want to have the taste of his breath, now much warmer, heavier... the fear has made it sharp and pervasive, but I love it so much and I take all his bout in my kisses, pushing him always closer to the limit of the cum. Now I am ready, I can't wait anymore and I want to explode.... I separate my cock from him, just one second to feel the flood of cum from all the body out of the cock in a boom of pleasure, arriving on my and Kyle's chest, warm and white, until his lips and my face. I feel so good and I leave my body falling on him, just caressing a little his genitals and so Kyle, after that start breathing and moaning loud to, then screaming and even his cock explodes with the white liquid, streaming down warm my legs, on my chest and mixing with mine. I am exhausted and I abandon in his arms onto the metallic cage; his warm skin feels so amazing and I 'd prefer to die then lifting up... so just for a second I link again his face and sweet lips. Then finally I rise up, time to get the prize, so while the announcer call me the winner I start using and flexing muscles, then I go out from the ring, while some people help Kyle to walk away; my mate has a bright smile waiting for me and he take ms in his arm... his skin is fresh while I let my body falls inside him and he takes me to sit in our place. then I can close my eyes and have a little relax... at last!!!

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