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Neighborly get together
Starring
The early morning sun poured through the window, painting a bright rectangle on the floorboards. A nice, calm breeze drifted in, carrying the scent of cut grass and easing the late spring warmth. From the second-floor window of his bedroom, Brad Jaxon stretched, he glances across the yard. In the neighboring house, another second-floor window was open. There, leaning against the frame with a mug in hand, was Dadicus. He lifted his coffee in a silent, easy greeting, a simple gesture between neighbors who shared more than just a property line. A slow, knowing smile spread across Brad’s face as he grabbed his own mug.
Brad Jaxon
“Hey, sir this is a rare sight, you up this late,” I call out, giving a wave from across the yard.
Dadicus
“Hey, Brad... how you been?” I say, taking a slow sip of my coffee. “Yeah, I was up till 4 a.m.” I chuckle. “Just couldn’t sleep.”
Brad Jaxon
Other than my morning wood I'm doing pretty well. I saw your light on when I got in last night. I got in from a show that I was on.
Dadicus
I slide the curtains open all the way. “So, how’d the show go, hot stuff? I’m guessing you reminded them who’s in charge,” I say with a smile.
Brad Jaxon
Standing in my room naked, but you can only see me from the waist up. Sweating a little bit for my morning yoga and workout routine. I lean over the window so as I talk to you from my window. "I did indeed. Got the pinfall with a gonzo bomb 14 minutes into the match. Plowed my load into him as well. Good payout too."
Dadicus
“Glad to hear,” I say, taking another sip of my coffee, glancing over with a small wave, comfortable as ever. “Gonzo bomb 14 looked solid… really suits you.”
Brad Jaxon
I see your full body on display. I should have known that you were also naked. I reach over and grab my coffee mug for my desk as I set my naked ass on the windows so if my morning wood fully erect. I raise my mug to you "cheers. I learn from the best." I say to you as I take a sip.
Dadicus
I lift my mug. “Cheers.” I pull on my briefs with a smirk and settle at the edge of the window. “Beautiful day… can’t complain about the view,” I say, looking out over the yard my eyes locking with yours.
Brad Jaxon
"What? Did I intimidate you or something? Lol" I laugh as I continue to sit naked on the window so. My cock throbbing up and down in need of attention despite fucking my opponent last night. "But yes it is some nice weather and view 😉. Got any bookings this week?"
Dadicus
“You wish… hehe… you intimidated me?” I smirk, winking. “Just a little tease… wouldn’t want to overdo it. Michael might get jealous with all that attention.” I glance over as Michael comes up, laughing.
“Hey Brad… nice win, man… looking energized this morning,” he jokes, giving me a quick slap on my ass. “I’ll go make some breakfast,” he adds, heading down the stairs.
Brad Jaxon
"Was that an invitation?" I yell out as Micheal leaves the window. I do agree, I don't want to give your husband any jealous thoughts. You have been helping me out with the pro wrestling scene. Occasionally giving me some tips and or exercising your Alpha status over me.
Dadicus
Michael laughs on his way downstairs. “Tell him he’s invited if he wants a good meal… but if he’s not feeling it, then forget I said anything.”
“I’ll pass it along,” I say, watching him go down... before looking back with a grin. “You should come by, hot stuff… treat yourself to a real breakfast for a change.” I say to you.
Brad Jaxon
I laugh as I finish off the rest of the coffee in my mug. I don't bother putting on underwear and just throw on wrestling team practice shorts and a muscle stringer shirt. They're on some sandals and make my way across the yard into yours to the back door, giving it a knock before I let myself in.
Dadicus
From the kitchen, where the scent of sizzling bacon and fresh coffee fills the air, Michael calls out, his voice warm and carrying easily through the open floor plan, "Come in... I left it open!" He doesn't turn from the stove, expertly flipping a pancake. He's dressed in comfortable weekend clothes... soft lounge pants and tank top. He glances over his shoulder towards the hallway entrance with a fond, knowing smile, having recognized the particular sound of Brad's approach across the room.
Brad Jaxon
"Smells good Michael. The guys can smell it in the frat house, they're jealous." I say with a smile as I pat him on the shoulder and then find my place at the dinner table.
Dadicus
"Thanks, Brad. They'd be even more jealous if they saw the spread," Michael says chuckling, flipping another pancake with a practiced wrist. He gestures with his spatula toward the tall cabinet. "Hey, can you grab those glasses on the top shelf and place them on the table? Thanks!" He waits a moment, before adding with a conspiratorial wink in Brad's direction. "And afterwards, can you go get Dadi? He's upstairs, second door to the right... you know the room... your familiar with it already" Michael lets the sentence hang, his smile turning... knowing.
Brad Jaxon
I help out where I can including grabbing the glasses and setting the table. The way you ask and gesture only brings me back to every time the two of you have taken my ass filled me up. I like to think it's building me up into a better wrestler. Certainly much better at taking it now then the first time. Even a few matches that I have lost the guys haven't been able to break me in the stakes round. I make my way upstairs down the hall to your bedroom as I give a knock before opening the door. "Dadi you in here?"
Dadicus
You can hear the shower running in the bathroom, along with music playing and what sounds like Spanish lyrics "Agüita 'e coco Me tiene loco" being sung by what you assume is Dadicus loudly and off-key with complete abandon. "Encima 'e la arena Escuchando las olas, me muestra la playa" singing in spanish.
Brad Jaxon
I come to the doorway, somewhat recognizing your voice but also cocking my eyebrow every time you sing off key. I go to the shower door and stand there with my arms folded. I can see you through the glass shower doors. Your muscular wrestler body and manhood on full display. But I can't laugh at your off-key singing.
Dadicus
I was in my own world. The hot water beats down on my shoulders, and the rhythm of "Agüita 'e coco" pulsed from the speaker on my phone. With my eyes closed, I was dancing a lazy, hip-swaying two-step, passing the bar of soap over my skin with no hurry at all. My body, wet and glistening under the spray... moving freely. One hand works the soap down my collarbone and over the defined muscles of my chest, while the other slides down, soaping my balls and shaft with an absent, familiar touch. I sighed, tilting my head back into the water, completely unaware of any audience. My hips keeping time with the music, a slow, rolling grind against the warm air and falling water.
Dadicus
That’s when I turned to rinse my front and see you standing there, arms folded, watching through the glass. I get startled hard, my whole body jolting. The soap flies from my hand, skittering across the floor of the shower. “Fuck!... You scared me,” I gasp, my hand flying to my chest. After a beat, a slow, sheepish grin spread across my face. I made no move to cover up further. “Ahh, you decided to join for breakfast, good,” I say, reaching to turn the music down. The music suddenly felt too loud. “Guess Michael sent you.” I shake my head, water flying from my hair. “A little warning next time, yeah? A man’s private concert isn’t meant for critics.” I laugh.
Brad Jaxon
"What's the matter? You can wrestle naked and fuck in a ring in front of hundreds. But get sheepish about singing naked in a shower in front of your student? I say as I open the door and reach down to pick up the soap and hand it back to you. "And yes your husband told me to come get u?"
Dadicus
I let out a low chuckle, the steam swirling between us. "No... no, I was just startled," I admit, my grin turning lopsided. "Did not expect you to be in my bathroom." I twist my head to the side and open my eyes wide in a playful, mock-innocent look, the smile never leaving my lips. "My student, ahhhh..." I drawl, the word dripping with affectionate sarcasm. Before you can react further, my wet hand slides inside the waistband of your wrestling shorts from behind. With a firm, easy pull, I tug you forward into the water, getting you thoroughly soaked in an instant. The water plasters your shorts to your skin.
Dadicus
"You should get all cleaned up before breakfast," I murmur, my voice dropping to a husky register as my other hand comes up to cradle the back of your head. Then my wet lips crush against yours in a deep, claiming kiss, the hot shower water cascading over both of us. The kiss is hungry, full of the familiar, rough-edged affection that's always been between us. After a long moment, I break the kiss. "Michael's gonna complain about the watery mess," I whisper, a glint in my eyes. "Worth it."
Brad Jaxon
You chuckle at the word student. Thinking I'm safe outside of the shower, but I should know better. Grab my wrist and Pull me In as my shorts and Stringer get soaked. The outline of my semi-hard cock immediately appears. To be fair I'm still a little musky from last night's match. Feeling your hand reach down my backside as your lips press against mine, excites my cock. Pressing up against the wet fabric as I moan a little bit, kissing your lips. Immediately pull off my Stringer and my shorts as I toss them to the side. Reaching my arms around your waist and lift you up into a bear hug as I continue to kiss you. Your cock and mine pressed up against each other's abs.
Dadicus
A predatory grin spreads across my face. "To be fair, you are a little musky" I murmur against your lips, my voice thick with desire. My hand slides down from your waist, over the curve of your ass, gripping firmly. "Smells like victory." The feel of you, hard and eager against me, sends a jolt of pure heat straight to my own cock. Then you're lifting me, your powerful wrestler's arms locking around my waist in a bear hug, and my legs instinctively wrap around you. The full, slick press of your cock against my abs, and mine against yours, is electric. The water hammers down on our heads and shoulders, sealing us in our own steamy, private world. I kiss you back fiercely, one hand tangled in your wet hair, the other braced against your solid back. I grind against you, the friction exquisite. Breaking the kiss, I pant, "Breakfast can wait." My hips roll in a slow, deliberate circle against yours. "This is a much better way to work up an appetite." I lean in, biting your earlobe gently.
Brad Jaxon
“I agree” as I say smack in your wet ass, as I then continue to hold you in that bear hug. Pressing you up against the wall as my cock continues to slide back-and-forth against yours. My lips pressed against your lips and my face against your beard. I think our body heat alone is adding to the steam in the shower. Squeezing you tighter and tighter, as I let that primal instinct, that you unleashed all those months ago, come out. Breathing heavier, and grunting, with each squeeze and thrust.
Dadicus
“Aghh!” The sound punches out of me as your arms constrict, a mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure. My own cock jumps against yours with each brutal squeeze. The world narrows to the press of the cold tile against my back, the scorching heat of your body against my front, and the frantic, slick slide where we’re joined. My hand, slips down your slick, hard chest. My fingers claw inward, to break the unbearable tension of your hold. I find a nipple, pinch it hard between my thumb and forefinger, and feel the shudder that runs through you. Your bear-hug grip loosens just enough for me to surge forward and capture your mouth again in a desperate, biting kiss.
Dadicus
Then I’m moving down, my lips leaving a wet trail. I kiss your neck and collarbone, the hard plane of your pec, my tongue flicking over the nipple I’d just tormented sucking on it. I don’t stop. My mouth travels down the rigid landscape of your abs, each defined muscle tasted through the stream of water.
Dadicus
I drop to my knees on the shower floor, the water pelting my back. My hands slide to your hips, holding you steady. I look up, meeting your eyes through the downpour for a heated second before my gaze drops. I lean in, pressing one open-mouthed kiss to the swollen, dripping head of your cock. My tongue darts out, “Fuck, Brad,” I rasp against your skin, my breath hot. “Breakfast is definitely gonna be cold.”
Brad Jaxon
I’d be lying if a part of me wasn’t feeling a little bit of Competitive heat between the two of us. I can’t help it being a young athlete and wanting to overpower and older guy like yourself. My nipples are pretty prominent as they grind up against yours. Feeling you create enough space between us to get your fingers around them. As much as I try to keep a hold of you, the water makes it slick enough that you can get out. I’m not the same college boy you met a few months ago that was susceptible to every erotic stimulation in the wrestling handbook. But I do buy it even more as your lips start to meet my lips and then travel downwards. Each muscle on prominent display as your lips kiss every mound creating a path for you that leads directly to my big leaking Wrestler dick. The hot water replaced by your hot mouth as the water hits your back, splashing into me. Your mouth and throat taking every inch of my dick, tasting that morning pre. Letting out a gasp, followed by a moon. Both my hands reached to the back of your head as I grip your hair and help guide your head up and down my shaft. Pressing my hips forward a little bit as well swinging my nuts into your bearded chin looking through the foggy glass of your shower hey white boy, some of it to see the mirror across on the vanity. Admiring my muscular body as I watch your head from another angle devour my big dick.
Dadicus
A guttural, wet sound vibrates in my throat as you press forward, the thick head of your cock hitting the back of my throat. My eyes water instantly, but I don’t pull back. Instead, I lean into it, letting the reflex trigger, letting you feel the tight, convulsive clamp of my gag. Not the same college boy, huh? I can feel that. The raw power in your hips, the deliberate swing of your balls against my chin... it’s a statement. My hands, slick from water and pre-come, slide from your hips to grab two handfuls of your ass, fingers digging into the hard muscle. I squeeze and pull, forcing you even deeper into my mouth.
Dadicus
I let one hand slide around to the front, my fingers wrapping around the base of your shaft where my lips can’t reach. I establish a rough, twisting rhythm with my fist, perfectly timed with the bobbing of my head. I’m not just taking it; I’m working you, edging you, slowing to a maddening tease with my tongue just under your crown, then plunging deep again until my nose is buried in your trimmed pubes. All the while, I’m watching you watch us in the foggy mirror. I see the pride in your stance, the admiration of your own form. I pull off with a loud, obscene pop, gasping for air, a thick strand of saliva and pre-come connecting my lips to your shining head. “You’ve gotten stronger,” I rasp, my voice wrecked. I lick my lips, not breaking eye contact in the reflection. “But I still know how to make you break.” Then I swallow you back down, my throat working relentlessly, my hand jerking what my mouth can’t contain, driving you right to the edge and holding you there.
Brad Jaxon
You complement how I've gotten stronger. "Well I also know how to use my body a bit better, thanks to you." You continue to Edge me with your mouth and hand perfectly. I grab a hold of your hair and hold it tight as I growl and then reach over smacking your wet ass repeatedly before sliding my fingers up and down your crack. Teasing your hole with my fingers before I start to press two of them inside of you. "Fuck this ass is perfect." I say as i moan with my cock deep in your throat. The water isn't the only one that's creating steam in this bathroom.
Dadicus
The sharp, stinging smacks on my ass make me jerk forward, taking you even deeper down my throat for a second with a choked gag. But then your fingers find their target, and my whole body arches into the touch. A ragged, shuddering moan vibrates around your cock as two fingers press inside me. My own hand abandons its rhythm on your shaft to claw at your hip, holding on as you work me open. The stretch is familiar and electric. When your words rumble above me, "Fuck this ass is perfect," a surge of raw, competitive pride cuts through the haze of submission. I pull off your cock with a slick, wet sound, gasping for air, saliva and pre-come smeared across my chin. I look up, my eyes dark and blazing.
Dadicus
"That ass," I pant, my voice rough and low, "is perfect. And it’s yours." My hands slide back to your glutes, gripping the hard muscle with bruising force. I squeeze, pulling you forward, guiding your leaking head back to my lips. "Now quit teasing and give it what it's begging for." I take you back into my mouth with a hungry groan, my tongue swirling around your crown, my throat relaxing to take you deeper, inviting you to use exactly what you've learned on me. "how perfect do you think my ass is" I smirk as I move my hips
Brad Jaxon
My cock is throbbing inside of your mouth. So much so that you can practically drink the pre that is coming out of my slit. As you continue to do that, my fingers start to invade your whole and start to massage it like the best of them. My experience in the underground has helped me figure out that perfect spot on a guy from all angles. My other hand giving your hairy, meaty ass a good spank before you look at me with lust in your eyes. Your words bring a huge smile to my face. Ever since the day you beat me in the ring and took my ass, I’ve been waiting for an opportunity like this. morning at a few of your veteran pan curb in the backside of my glutes as I bounce and squeeze them in your hands.
Brad Jaxon
From here, I take charge as I grab your wrists and pull them behind your back. Holding your hands there as I skull fuck your throat making sure that my college Wrestler nuts continue to hit your beard and chin. Testing your gag reflex as well as I slide my monster dick down your throat and hold it balls deep. The scent of my musky wet pubes smothering your nose until I pull back. Letting go of your hands. I grip your hair and force her head back as I spit in your mouth and slap you before locking lips with you. Pulling out my more dominance and primal side as I slipped my tongue in and out of your mouth while kissing your lips. Not even thinking about breakfast anymore and just thinking about you. I pull away and then bring your head between my legs. Holding your head there as I slide my hands down your back and into your ass. Both hands gripping your cheeks as I bend over my hands, running down your crack and teasing your hole some more before I reach back and grab a hold of your balls and cock and pull them back between your legs. Adding in a little bit of pain to this pleasure before I wrap my arms around your waist and lift you upside down. Your shoulders against my thighs in your head between my legs. Your ass now in front of my face as I looked down and placed my tongue and mouth between your crack and into your hole and begin to eat you out.
Dadicus
A raw, guttural sound tears from my throat as you seize control. When you grab my hands and pull them back, my instinct is to resist, to test that younger strength against my veteran grip, but the sensation of you fucking my mouth with new, dominating force short-circuits the challenge. My jaw stretches, my throat convulses around you, and water splashes up my nose as I gag, my own cock bouncing wildly against my stomach with each reflexive jerk of my body. The spit you smear across my lips is a brand. When you slam your mouth onto mine, I meet the fury with my own... my tongue fights yours, my teeth find your lip in a sharp bite. It’s a messy, wet, violent kiss that’s as much a struggle as any match. “Mghh… come on,” I gasp against your mouth, the words mashed between our lips. “Show me what you got… what you’ve learned.”
Dadicus
My lips travel up, kissing the hard ridges of your abs, tasting sweat and soap and you. That’s when you shove my head in-between your legs and your hand closes around my balls and cock, pulling them back with a firm, possessive tug that makes my vision whiten at the edges. “Aghhh….! Mghhh…!” The groan is punched out of me, a mix of sharp pain and blinding pleasure. You let go only to wrap your arms around me, and with one terrifying, effortless motion, you heave me up. The world spins. My back is to your chest, my ass is suddenly level with your face, and I’m hanging upside down, supported by your immense strength, my legs kicking reflexively. “Fuck!” I grunt, the blood rushing to my head.
Dadicus
“Yeah… eat that ass…” I gasp out, the bravado returning even as I dangle. “Only special people get to.” I spread my legs, planting my feet against the slick shower tiles for balance, my hands reaching back to grip your powerful thighs. The position is vulnerable, completely open to you. When I feel the first hot, wet stroke of your tongue against my hole, a full-body shudder runs through me. “Ohh, fuck…” I moan, the sound long and low. My fingers dig into your legs. The expertise is undeniable... you’ve learned. You’re not just claiming me; you’re devouring me, and the competitive heat between us melts into something else, something deeper and hungrier. My head falls back against your lower abs, a surrender and an invitation in one. “Don’t you… fucking stop,” I choke out, the words barely audible over the water and my own ragged breathing.
Brad Jaxon
Holding you upside down in a dominant position and continue eat out your hairy hole. Eating you out like it's a forced cum match. Still holding on to you tight, one hand reaches over and grips your shaft as I firmly stroke you from tip to balls. Making sure to get a little punched to your nuts every time I stroke up towards them. I'm enjoying your Musk even as the water hits us. My cock is throbbing on your back and spine as I hold you. You tell me not to stop and I have no intentions of doing so. Working you over like I've imagined so many times.
Dadicus
The sensation is overwhelming, a flood of conflicting signals that short-circuit my brain. Your tongue is a ruthless, expert invader, working my hole with a precision that proves your point... you’ve learned, and learned well. The position, me suspended upside down with my feet braced against the tiles, is brutally vulnerable, and the circling motion of my hips is a desperate, plea for more. “AGHH… fuck, this feels good,” I groan, the sound torn from me, half-strangled by the blood rushing to my head and the sheer intensity of the pleasure.
Dadicus
Then your hand finds my shaft, and the world narrows to that friction. Your firm, commanding stroke from tip to balls is a perfect counter-rhythm to your tongue. Every time your fist travels down and your knuckles brush... no, punch against my sac, a jolt of electric sensation fires up my spine. My legs jerk involuntarily each time, a full-body spasm. “Mghh!” The grunt is punched out of me, sharp and needy. My cock is painfully hard, bouncing against my stomach with each ragged breath I take as you play with it, the water cascading over the carved muscles of my abdomen doing nothing to cool the fire. I can feel your own throbbing erection pressed against my back, a hot, insistent brand. The musk of sweat, sex, and clean water fills the steam-choked air, and it’s intoxicating. You’re not just claiming my body; you’re orchestrating its unraveling, using every technique... the relentless tongue, the firm handjob, the deliberate, stimulating impact on my balls... to drive me to the edge.
Dadicus
Through the fogged glass, I catch a glimpse of us in the vanity mirror... a twisted, powerful tableau of you holding me aloft, consuming me. A fierce, proud smile twists my lips even as I gasp for air. “That’s it…,” I manage to rasp, my voice rough. “Use everything… you’ve learned. Make me… feel it.” My hips grind back against your face, urging your tongue deeper, even as my body tenses under the dual assault on my cock and balls. The pleasure is a tight coil in my gut, and you’re winding it expertly with every stroke, every lick, every punishing, perfect touch.
Brad Jaxon
As I continue to stroke and hold you upside down, I look up from eating your hole to see myself and you in the mirror. Imagining in my head the two of us in the ring and me in front of a crowd doing this to you. The student becoming the master so to speak. Loosening up your hole as well as getting it nice and wet for what's about to come. I walk you over to the bench in Your Shower. Rest in your shoulders and head on the solid protrusion from the wall. More rough than gentle as I keep your legs elevated and pushed back as if I were going for a pin. However, I lean forward and plant my lips to yours as my cock presses between your cheeks and humps along your hole. Each hump my cock head gets closer to penetrating. Until it finally Finds Its mark and starts to push in.
Dadicus
I see you looking at the mirror drifting of a smirk covering your face "were did you just go" I ask and that is When you walk us over to the shower bench... I know were this is going, my body goes pliant in your arms, a veteran accepting a new pin. You lay me back on the cool, solid tile of the bench I know so well. The roles have indeed changed. My legs are elevated, my arms reach for them, pull back and hold them... my tight hole fully exposed to the steam and the spray. The water cascading off your back creates a curtain, shielding my face as I watch you loom over me.
Dadicus
That’s when I feel it. The blunt, insistent pressure of your cockhead against me, a claiming touch I’ve given so many times but am now receiving. It finds its mark and starts to push in. “Aghh….mghuu… ohhh…fuck,” the groan is torn from me, my head falling back against the wall. “Your cock is big.” The stretch is immense, familiar yet always shocking. I let go of one of my legs raise my fist as to strike... my instinct, honed in a hundred erotic matches, is to tense, to fight the invasion. But I force myself to relax, to yield. “Mghhh yea…” I pant, a wild, breathless laugh escaping me. “Michael… is gonna get mad… the food might get cold.” You push again, deeper, and the laugh becomes a choked, guttural “Ughh ..fuck.”
Dadicus
My hands, which had been gripping your arms, slide down to claw at your slick shoulders. My heels dig into the small of your back, urging you on even as my body is stretched and filled. The bench is my ring now, and you’re going for the final pin. I look up at you, water and sweat stinging my eyes, my expression one of excitement and complete acceptance. “Do it,” I rasp, my voice raw. “Pin me. Show the me who the master is in this moment"
Brad Jaxon
Ever since our first match I have taken lessons from you and other veterans. Got myself into the underground and started to make a name for myself. The big dick College wrestler who is starting to make his way up the ranks. The fast learner and the hard fucker. Even though I consider you a friend and mentor we both know that there is still always an alpha dynamic between us being wrestlers. My big 10 incher is stretching your hole pounding my big balls against your ass with every slam. Water bouncing off of my back and splashing with each thrust into your ass. I don't even hesitate after what you say to me. I immediately tilt your hips up and squat over you. Placing my hands on your shoulders. I bring my face close to yours as I stare you in the eyes and count. Each counts is another thrust into your ass. I make sure that each thrust counts making it nice and heavy and hard. "1...2...3...ding fucking ding" I say to your face before I grab your hair and pull your head back to kiss you as I start to slam and jackhammer my cock into your tight hairy ass.
Dadicus
You're not just fucking me; you're proving a point earned through sweat and submission. When you tilt my hips up and squat over me, the new angle is devastating. Your massive cock drives deeper, spearing into a place that makes my vision spark. "MGH!....ohhh...FUCK you're massive," I grunt, my breath coming in ragged spurts, completely at the mercy of your strength and position. Your hands pin my shoulders to the cool bench, a final, undeniable claim of control. Then the count begins. Each shouted number is punctuated by a world-rocking slam that steals my voice. "ONE!" A sharp "Mgh!" escapes my clenched teeth. "TWO!" My back arches off the bench involuntarily. "THREE... ding fucking ding!" The declaration, mixed with the brutal, perfect thrust, is what breaks me. A hot rope of pre-cum spills onto my abs, a white flag from my body. The competitive fire still burns, but it’s been overpowered by the dominance you are showing me today and I welcome it.... in this shower were its just you and me.
Dadicus
When you come down to kiss me, I meet it with a fierce, struggle of tongues... a last, token resistance in a battle I have grown to enjoy. But as you start to ram into me faster, the pleasure becomes too all-consuming to fight. My attempts to kiss back dissolve into broken, hot pants against your lips. "UGHHH....MGNHHH....UGHHH.....FUCK!" The cries are punched out of me with each piston-like drive of your hips. My hands scramble from your arms to your biceps, gripping the rock-hard muscle there, not to push you away but to hold on as you dismantle me. It's a primal instinct, knowing your a faster learner, a hard fucker who studied his mentor a little too well. Through the steam, our locked eyes in the foggy mirror tell the whole story: you are not just my student you have indeed become my equal in this moment, and this is your victory lap and I'm happy to be part of it.
Brad Jaxon
Kissing you passionately but also aggressively. Not only kissing you but now holding one hand on your throat. A squeeze to apply some erotic asphyxiation as my cock pounds and grinds into your prostate. Your legs split as my big alpha college cock owns your hole. The sound of my balls and cock and hips smashing against tour ass echoes through the bathroom. The not so subtle grunts add to the symphony as i let my primal side take control like never before. With your left leg against my chest i take my other arm and reach for your balls. Grabbing and massaging them before i give them a slab and then grab them again. Exhibiting another aspect of control.
Dadicus
The world narrows to two points of blinding sensation: the brutal, perfect rhythm of your cock grinding into my prostate, and the sudden, shocking pressure of your hand on my throat. The squeeze isn’t cruel; it’s a claim, a final layer of control that sends a jolt of electric surrender straight to my groin. A choked, guttural sound escapes my lips as my body arches up into you, my split legs trembling. Your huge cock finds that sweet spot with unerring accuracy, and my whole body shivers violently, a chain reaction of pleasure that has my toes curling against your back. Each slam of your hips makes my balls churn and my own cock bob, leaking pre-cum onto my abs. Then your other hand finds its target. The firm grab on my full, tight balls wrings a raw, strangled “ANGH!” from me. My back bows off the bench, every muscle taut. The contrast is exquisite... the brutal, claiming fuck and the intimate, punishing possession of my most vulnerable parts. When you give my balls a sharp slap before grabbing them again, my body jerks as if struck by a live wire. A fresh dribble of pre-cum beads at my tip and drips down my shaft.
Dadicus
“No.. NO.. FUCK.. MGHH!!” The protest is breathless, useless, torn from me in a mix of overwhelming pleasure and the dizzying lack of air. It’s the cry of a competitor who knows he’s been thoroughly handled, body and will. My hands, which had been gripping your arms, fly up to your wrist at my balls, to hold onto it, the fee... the proof of your dominance as you own me completely. My hips buck up to your thrusts instinctive as you squeeze my balls acknowledging the hold you have over me... in this moment.
Brad Jaxon
Holding you by your throat and your balls, your two weaknesses at this point. Depriving you of some air and blood flow as it gets redirected to your cock. My own cock is relentless as I continue to bash and grind into your prostate. The student now owning the teacher. The college wrestler Stripped Away with the alpha male now in control. The hot water from the shower continues to Pelt the floor with the bathroom continuing to act like a steam room. I get a bit more aggressive as I let go of your balls and slap your face and then slap your balls. That hand then moves to your neck as I choke you with both hands and hold you in place while I leverage my hips back and forth into you. So fucking turned on right now that I forgot that I came over for breakfast.
Dadicus
The duality of the sensations is absolute, and it’s unraveling me. Your massive cock isn’t just filling me; it’s re-molding me from the inside with each deep, spreading thrust, hammering directly into my prostate. My back arches sharply off the bench, a bridge of pure, strained pleasure, every nerve screaming. The sharp crack of your hand across my face snaps my head to the side and my eyes fly open, a jolt of shocking reality in the steam. I glare at you, a flicker of the old defiance... the teacher, the alpha but it’s instantly extinguished by the next act of domination. The stinging slap to my balls makes them bounce and jiggle painfully. “AGGHHH…. my balls” I gasp, my hands instinctively flying down to cup myself.
Dadicus
But you’re already moving. Both of your hands seize my throat, fingers digging in, and you squeeze. The world tunnels. Blood and air are cut off, rerouted, supercharging the agonizing pleasure building in my groin. Your hips pistoning into me speed up, becoming a relentless, brutal machine. My own hands shoot up to clutch your wrists, not to fight, but to feel the strength there, to anchor myself as I’m devoured. My face flushes deep red, my eyes locked on yours, wide and watering. The expression you see isn’t fear... it’s pure, shattered ecstasy. Arousal and pain fuse into one incomprehensible high. The knowledge that Michael is just downstairs, making breakfast knowing how this might of played out, adds a layer of delirious taboo that tightens the coil in my gut.
Dadicus
I try to form words a curse, a plea, your name “hh… ah… you…mmf... NGH!!” but all that escapes is a choked, guttural sound. My cock, trapped between our bodies, twitches violently and a fresh, hot stream of pre-cum leaks out, painting my stomach. You own my air, my pleasure, my pain. The student has the teacher pinned, aroused, and completely at his mercy, and the only thing left in my world is the drive of your hips, the pleasure of your cock inside of me and the drive in your eyes.
Brad Jaxon
With my cock continuing to thrust in and out of you. I take a break and pull out of you. Grabbing you by your cock and balls and your hair I lift you up onto your feet I push you over into the wall and smack both of your hairy cheeks nice and hard. I've been down behind you and spread your cheeks apart As I push you against the wall. Burying my face between those two slabs of meat as my tongue spits and then continues to flick your prostate and rim your hole. Your hole is much looser now as it keeps around my tongue while I continue to tease it. Even in the shower I can still smell the Musk trapped in your hairs. The smell of my coach getting and keeping me extra horny. After feasting on your ass a bit more I stand up and wrap my right arm around your neck and pull you to me as I thrust my cock back into you. Pulling us under the water as I wrap my other arm around your hips and hold you tight and in place. My college hips slamming against your muscle ass. Every thrust water splatters everywhere as the shower dumps water on top of us. My balls are swollen from edging and my cock throbbing and leaking heavily into your ass which has now formed perfectly around my shaft. Fuck drunk from this entire encounter.
Dadicus
The sudden loss of your cock is a hollow, aching shock, leaving me trembling and exposed against the bench. Your hands are everywhere... on my cock, my balls, my hair... hauling me upright with a rough dominance that steals my breath. Pushed face-first into the cool tile, I brace myself just as the sharp, stinging smacks land on my chest and core, the sound cracking through the steam. A jolt of pure heat flares through me. Then you’re behind me, spreading me open, and your tongue is there. It spears into me, and I jolt forward, my forehead pressing into the tile. “Fuck…” It’s a whispered gasp. Your tongue is relentless, fucking and flicking my prostate, rimming my loosened hole, which now clings shamelessly to the invasion. When you stand and your arm wraps around my neck in a tight chokehold, I gasp, my abs clenching tight. “Agh…h..” It’s a strained sound as I fight for a sliver of air. Then you’re sheathed inside me again in one brutal, perfect thrust, and my fingers scramble against the slick tile.
Dadicus
Pulled back under the full force of the shower, the world becomes a roaring, wet blur of sensation. Your college hips slam into my muscle ass with a force that shakes my entire frame, water exploding around us with every impact. I can feel your swollen, throbbing cock inside me, my ass having molded perfectly around your shaft. Drunk on it. Fuck-drunk. When your arm loosens from my neck, I suck in a ragged, desperate breath, my body shuddering. “Ughh!... how long have you been wanting this fucking ass?” I grunt, the question part challenge, part awed realization as you pound into my sweet spot. My balls swing and bounce with each slam. Then I feel it... the warm, slick gush of your pre-cum flooding my channel, an intimate lubrication that pushes me over the edge. My own control shatters. “Yes… BOY… SHOW ME!” The roar is torn from my throat, raw and victorious even in my submission... my own cock, leaking in a steady stream of war cum plastered on the tiles. I start jerking in time with your pounding thrusts, my release building as fast and inevitable as yours.
Brad Jaxon
I continue to dominate and manhandle you like you've just been pinned by me in the ring. I can tell you are getting close by the way your body flexes and tension ramps up. Your cock leaking profusely as thick clear Globs of prey drop down to the floor and down the drain. Loosening my arm up just a bit to give you some air, you pose the question. "Since the day you beat and fucked me. The day you showed me i wasn't a truly alpha yet." I say to you as I place my arm back around your throat and squeeze. My speed and intensity now at 110% as I rail into you. My thrusts running into you more and more as I continue to hit your p-spot with accurate precision. Finally forcing you over the edge as your hot white load shoots across the shower and onto the tile making a mess as some of it shoots shorter and onto the floor mixing into the water and going into the drain.
Brad Jaxon
How's your hot body expels its load your hot ass tightens around my shaft and makes me closer and closer to my orgasm. Every part of me is trying to hold on for just a little bit longer. My balls are swollen and aching as they swing relentlessly between my legs and into your taint. Finally I can no longer hold back as I thrust One Last Time into deep. Hugging you and choking you as tightly as I can. Teeth clenched and then unclenched as I bellow out a loud moan that echoes in the bathroom inside this shower. Stream after stream after stream, about 9 in total, shoot inside you as I fill you up with my long-awaited seed.
Dadicus
The world shrinks to the brutal, perfect rhythm of your hips and the vise-like pressure of your arm around my throat. My body is a live wire, every muscle tensed and flexing on the edge of release. I feel my own orgasm tearing up from my balls before I even see it... a raw, guttural shout stifled by your chokehold as my cock erupts. Hot, white ropes of cum shoot across the shower, some splattering the tile with a sharp sound, others falling short to mix with the water swirling at our feet. My body convulses with each pulse, a wild, uncontrolled release that empties me completely.
Dadicus
As my climax seizes me, my ass instinctively tightens around your shaft in rhythmic, milking clenches, and I feel you begin to lose control. Your thrusts become frantic, desperate. You hug me tighter, choke me harder. Then, the dam breaks. I feel it... the deep, final thrust, the swell at the base of your cock, and then the explosive, scalding flood of your release filling me. Stream after stream after stream pulses deep inside, a claiming so profound it blurs the line between pain and pleasure. When you finally release your grip on my neck, I sag against the wall, coughing, gulping in air that burns like fire. My vision swims, my body trembles with aftershocks. Your seed leaks out of me, warm and thick, tracing a path down my thigh.
Dadicus
“Fuck… you had me,” I rasp, the words raw and breathless. I turn my head, finding your lips in a messy, spent kiss that tastes of sweat and victory. Pulling back, I manage a weak, crooked smile. I touch the side of my neck, where I can already feel the tender promise of bruises. “Michael is probably waiting…” I say, my voice hoarse. I wink, a flicker of the old challenge returning. “This will leave a mark.”
Brad Jaxon
My body finally starts to calm down as I release my muscled arm from your throat and let you fall forward against the wall. I step forward and give a mean smack to both of your cheeks. Splashing water off of them as I make those to fine pieces of meat bounce. I bend over and spread them apart to admire my work as your whole continues to gape and close. My seed leaking out and running down your thigh. Standing back up you reach around and grab a hold of my head as you plan to kiss on me. Our two cocks hitting each other like sword fighting.
Brad Jaxon
Your comments about Michael and breakfast make me chuckle as I pull back. "I think i've got an appetizer." I say to you as I press my foot on the back of your knee to both knees. Grabbing your hair I drive my cock back into your mouth and drive it all the way down your throat with my balls touching your chin. My cock is still very sensitive from the orgasm as I brush my dick in and out of your mouth. Holding you still as I use your mouth like a toy. Grunting and moaning it only takes me a few minutes for me to shoot. The second orgasm as a few more streams leave my balls and cock and shoot into your mouth and throat. My body trembling as I hold your head and try to stay standing.
Dadicus
The mean smack to my ass sends a fresh jolt through my spent body, making me jolt forward against the wall with a grunt. I’m still gasping for air, when you bend me over and spread my cheeks apart. The cool air on my used, gaping hole makes me shudder. I feel your seed leaking out, a warm trickle down my thigh, a blatant proof of your work.
Dadicus
When you stand and I reach for you, my hand finding the back of your head to pull you into a kiss, a mutual acknowledgment. Our cocks brush together, a spent echo of the fight. Your chuckle at my mention of Michael is low and dark. "I think I've got an appetizer." Before I can process the words, your foot presses hard into the back of my knee. My leg buckles, and I’m forced down. You grab my hair, and I know what’s coming. A part of me proud at your handy work, the other part is weary as I know what is coming. But a deeper, more primal part is fiercely wanting it, even through the surprise. You’re not done.
Dadicus
Your massive, sensitive cock pushes past my lips, and I open up without hesitation. It fills my mouth completely, then rams deep into my throat until I feel your balls press against my chin. I gag instantly, tears springing to my eyes as my throat convulses around you. The water from the shower splashes over us, mixing with the saliva already coating your shaft. My hands fly to your massive glutes, squeezing and spreading the powerful muscles, my fingers digging in as I try to find purchase, to ground myself against the overwhelming intrusion. You hold my head firmly in place, using my mouth with a possessive roughness that leaves no room for gentleness. Your grunts and moans vibrate through my skull. I can taste your first orgasm on you.... musky, bitter, and utterly claiming.
Dadicus
I manage to snatch a single, ragged breath when you pull back slightly, and that’s when I feel the hot, urgent pulse at the root of your cock. Your body tenses, trembles against my hands, and then you’re erupting again. A second, powerful volley of your cum shoots directly down my throat. I swallow reflexively, but it’s too much... some of it spills from the corners of my lips, hot and thick, mixing with the water on my beard and face.
Dadicus
Throughout, my eyes are locked on yours. I don’t blink, don’t look away. Even as I choke and swallow, even as your release paints my face, I hold your gaze. There’s no defiance left, only a deep, unwavering approval. This is what you’ve become. Not just a student, but an equal. And in this soaked, steamy shower, with your seed in my mouth and your hands in my hair, I'm broken and satisfied.
Brad Jaxon
Ooooooooooooo ffffffuuuuuuuucccckkkkkkk yes! Just like my first orgasm I am not shy about being vocal. My deep voice echoing throughout the room as I feel your mouth and paint your face. I gave your face a good hard slap. As I do so I can tell in your eyes that you are being very submissive at this point even a look of admiration if I might add. Looking down at you I don't lose contact with your eyes. My cock still hard as fuck as I bring my arms up and flex my muscular body over you. I had been waiting a little over a year to do that to you. Even though it wasn't through a match I think I proved myself as an alpha. Proved myself as an equal with you. A fellow Alpha wrestler. No longer a beta student. After flexing over you I smile and reach for the soap as I put myself under the water again and start to clean off my dick and the rest of my body.
Dadicus
The raw, triumphant roar of your orgasm still echoes in the steamy room when you turn your back to reach for the soap. It’s a fraction of a second. A veteran’s opening. I strike. My fist drives upward in a sharp, precise uppercut right between your legs, not with full force, but with enough sudden, shocking impact to make your breath seize and your body jackknife forward with a pained “OOF!” “One last lesson,” I growl, my voice ragged but firm.
Dadicus
Before you can straighten, my arm snakes around your neck from behind, locking you into a tight dragon sleeper. I arch your back against my chest, the water cascading over your flexed, vulnerable body. Your cock, still massively hard, points upward, an arrogant flag now in enemy territory. “Never turn your back on your opponent,” I rasp into your ear, my breath hot against your skin. “Even if you think you’ve won.” My other hand wraps around your sensitive, spent cock. I jerk it slowly, deliberately, my grip firm. It’s not just a touch; it’s a demonstration. A reminder of the exquisite, vulnerable punishment that was always possible. I edge you with cruel, knowing strokes, pushing you back toward the brink despite your raw, oversensitive state.
Brad Jaxon
Thinking that I've proved my point and that I have nothing to worry about, I continue to wash myself off as I turn my back to you. The next thing I realize is you are behind me in your arm has come through to hit my balls with your bicep. I let out a gas as I bend over nearly go to my knees. Part of my train has included toughening up my balls. However, it's still the unexpected blows that still get me. You tell me how never to turn your back against your opponents no matter how done you think it is. My body thrown back with my face buried in your hairy pit. Despite being in the shower you still have a strong Musk like me. The musk is keeping my cock hard as you reach down and starts a stroke it. My entire body is flexing as my cock begins to leak pre once again. One arm is trying to pull off your arm around my neck while the other tries to fire elbows and punches into your chest and belly.
Dadicus
I let go of your cock feeling you trying to fight back.. I grab the soap with my other hand and work up a lather, then slowly drag the bar over your wet chest and abs, the slick suds mingling with sweat and water. I maintain the sleeper hold the entire time, my body pressed against yours, a living, breathing restraint as the water hits your body. Finally, with a low chuckle that’s part exhaustion, part genuine admiration, I release the hold and let my hand fall. “Easy ...easy... Fuck, I don’t have the energy to keep you down,” I admit, my smile tired but real. I pat your shoulders... a coach’s gesture, a victor’s gesture, it’s hard to tell which anymore. “But remember the lesson.” I turn you gently and start washing your broad back "I think is only fair" I smile, the soap sliding over the powerful muscles I just tried to subdue. The fight is gone, replaced by the steaming water and the quiet, heavy understanding between two alphas and a proud equal.
Brad Jaxon
I'm a little bit tired but still got that college young Alpha energy the fight if need be. A little light-headed breathing only your Musk. Feeling your hand lather up my torso with that bar soap. Using some of that lather clean my cock before you finally let me go. As soon as you do I stumble with my back to the wall. My fists up ready to fight. That is a little light-headed. However you call me down and admit that you don't have the energy to fight. My guard goes down and a big smile comes across my face. Stepping back in closer to you underneath the water. I let you start to lather me up again with the soap this time on my back as your hands reach down to my ass and my Underside. Your hand making sure to clean every crack and crevice. My eyes roll a little bit as your hand cleans my crack and hole along with my cock balls. But I shake it out as I reach behind and slap your ass out of admiration.
Dadicus
A low, breathless chuckle escapes me as I watch you sway, fists up but eyes a little unfocused. The fighter in you never quits, even when the body’s spent. It’s what I’ve always admired. “Easy, tiger,” I say, my voice rough but warm. I raise my own hands, palms out, in a clear gesture of surrender. “Truce, remember? I’m running on fumes.” Seeing your guard drop and that big, triumphant smile spread across your face is its own kind of reward. You step back under the spray, closer to me, and I take the soap again. This time, the lathering is methodical, thorough... a coach tending to his star athlete after a brutal match. My hands work over the powerful muscles of your back, down the curve of your spine, into the cleft of your ass, cleaning away every trace of what we just did. Your quiet shiver and the roll of your eyes don’t escape me. A smirk touches my lips. Even now, even here, the connection is electric. When you reach back and deliver that stinging slap to my ass... a punctuation mark of pure, grinning admiration... I laugh outright, the sound rich and full in the steamy space. “I guess Michael knows what he’s doing sending you to look for me,” I chuckle, rinsing the soap from my hands before giving your shoulder a final, solid squeeze. We stand there for a moment under the water, the heat leaching the last of the tension from our muscles, the steam softening the edges of everything. The fight is done. The lesson, for now, is over. All that’s left is two men, clean and spent, and the quiet understanding that hums between them. “C’mon,” I say, my tone shifting to practical. “Let’s get dried off before he sends a search party… or eats all the bacon himself.”
~THE END~
Published: 2026-04-13, viewed 164 times.
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