Wrestling Club Paradise

I hope my nephew Serg is ok after I gave him a little lesson last night, showed him how the older fighters can take the champion down. I hope his pride didn´t receive too hard hit. Then I hear him downstairs in the kitchen as I get down too.

I wake up early. Painful morning erection, my cock hard as marble. I leave it alone and breathe deeply. I always sleep naked. The clean sheets slide off my body as I get up and walk out of the guest room into the still silent apartment. A few car horns honk from the street below, a few birds chirp at the rising sun. I make myself some hot Earl Grey tea and plumcake with maple syrup. I eat standing up, calmly. I like to feel my body enveloped by the air and the floor beneath my bare feet. My erection disappears, I breathe regularly and slowly, I feel my body healing from yesterday's beating, and my soul crying out for revenge. “Fuck... I'm going to make him pay bitterly! My uncle's motorcycle and his anus, I must not fail the challenge today!”

"What´s up Serg?", I ask you with a smiling face as if nothing had happened. "I hope you did sleep well", I chuckle and continue "hope you can still sit down", I keep on mocking you as I pour myself a good strong coffee. I can tell from your face you are irritated and annoyed seeing those red spots on your cute cheeks. "Come on nephew, you will have your rematch as we agreed, but eat well first. You will need all the energy today, since I am not going to be as gently as last night", I chuckle and slap your back playfully.

i make the gesture of pushing away the arm that just slapped my buttocks. my cock jerks under my CK underwear, wet with precum. My face feigns nonchalance and comfortable forbearance but instead, inside me, I burn with shame and  desire for revenge. i eat my breakfast unhurriedly, but not too slowly either, taking in my morning dose of protein, carbos, vitamins, and fiber. I don't shower: I'm sure that before long my body, and my uncle's, will be covered in sweat, dust, blood and other bodily fluids again, so what's the point of washing now? I go out on the porch, where my uncle has had a small pool built into the floor, and take off my CK shorts. i dive in and swim for ten minutes like a madman, forcing my stomach to empty itself, and begin digestion: i want to be on an empty stomach, if we decide to fight now! i get out of the cold water, semi-hard dick, and begin burpees and stretching, alternating free-body exercises and horizontal and transverse leg splits. out of the corner of my eye, I check your movements. my anus still remembers the punishment your big, hard cock gave me, and that forces me to be sharp and focused, in order to beat you and to avenge my defeat yesterday!

I secretly observe your body from the corner of my eye, pretending to be focused on reading the day's newspaper. You have certainly grown quickly over the last few years. It feels like just a moment ago you were a little boy, and now before my eyes is a young, handsome, and strong man whose symmetrical and perfectly sculpted muscles glisten as water drops refract the sunlight on their surface. The boyish look on your face is gone, replaced by a handsome, sexy face. I raise my gaze from the newspaper again, scanning every inch of your semi-erect cock, and when you turn around, your bubble butt makes something stiffen between my legs. I want to be between them again, I just hope you haven't changed your mind overnight. "Sergey, have you seen my Ducato? Maybe you'll have one of those someday," I chuckle, trying to steer the conversation back to the rematch.

 just before your teasing words of efiance, I change my mind and have a shower under the faucet that stands on the porch wall: but not to wash myself, just to make you horny, seeing my chiseled, perfect body, without a layer of fat, peeking out naked under the jet of icy water. i am capable of not even uttering a groan, despite the cold! “Uncle, if you think I've gotten over the urge to kick your ass, and take your amazing, magnificent motorcycle, you're so wrong! I just warmed up, but I'll give you ten minutes, if you need to stretch and warm up. after that, we can decide who is really the champion, in here, between you and me! wherever you want, even out here, inside the pool on the balcony!”

Your impatience and stubborn determination make me smile; you remind me of myself when I was your age. "Thanks for your concern, Serg, but I don't need to stretch much before the match. I'll stretch on top of you again, if you know what I mean," I grin smugly. I had thought we would fight in my new cage tonight, but your words make sense. We might as well enjoy the sun and the pool while rubbing our bodies against each other. A good fuck by the pool with a handsome young man—what more could a man ask for on a Sunday afternoon? I throw the magazine on the table and run outside. I shove my arm between your legs while the other one slides behind your nape lifting you up into my arms. Your look surprised, confused even when I carry you few meters across the sun deck and throw you into the pool. "Good idea, son!", I laugh and jump into the pool myself too.

...like hell you're going to “stretch on top of me” this time! i'm smart enough to learn from my mistakes, and to realize that i have to be more careful this time, and not underestimate you. i let myself get caught without reacting, and we sink into the water of the small pool, then immediately come back to the surface, the water reaching my testicles. turning with a spin i free myself from your friendly but potentially dangerous “embrace,” and i re-emerge ten feet from you, my gaze fixed in yours, smiling mischievously. "I finally recognize you, old man! let's see what you're up, fighting water up to your waist.... bring it on, and be ready to say goodbye to that Ducati!" the water slows our legs down, but yours more than mine, yours being bigger and heavier compared to mine.... today, at least I know how you move and how you strike. i know your strengths and your limits, as well as i know mine, and hopefully this time i will not only avenge yesterday's defeat, but repay you twice as much, in your own coin! i stand on guard, loose and alert, all muscles ready to contract and release their controlled power...

You move through the water like a dolphin, smoothly and quickly, fast putting a safe distance between us. Water is a treacherous element in combat; it removes weight but also slows you down and softens your blows. It is not the ideal place for a man of my size. I give you no opportunity or time to plan or strategize as I wade through the pool toward you and wrap my arms around your waist, lifting you out of the water and ultimately attempting to throw you back in. You look me sternly in the eye as our faces are at the same level for a moment. "Oh, old man," I chuckle, "soon this old man will enter here," I smile as my finger slides between your buttocks as I lift you higher.

I have no intention of being your training dummy today: without taking my eyes off you, quickly, I place the palm of my hands on your chin, push and lift your head up abruptly, stretching your neck to its limit, to free myself from your embrace, then I deliver two elbows, painful, to your nipples, left and right! “you sing victory too soon, Big Uncle! you have to try a lot harder if you don't want to make a bad impression on your fighter nephew!!!” our bodies are totally slippery, and our nice cocks already straight up, and hard...

Your elbows land on my cushioned pecs. They could have hurt much less if I had them under the water. I release my hold of you and watch how your body splashes back into the pool. You stand in front of me looking defiant, a wicked grin on your face as I straighten up to my full height, lightly rubbing my nipples. "Not a bad start," I chuckle and rush at you like an angry bull, wrapping my arms around your upper thighs trying to knock you onto your back in the water, using my heavier body weight.

so, pool wrestling? Uncle, how you underestimated me! I fill my lungs with air, let myself sink with you grabbing my thighs from the right side, and as my back touches the shallow ground of the pool for a moment, I flex my legs, put them between me and your huge chest, push with my bare feet your now slightly lighter body away, on top of me, doing a perfect flipped spin! as soon as you are forced to fly and dive behind me, I resurface, start breathing again, and turn toward you, ever on guard and alert.... “how well you dive, Big Uncle!”

Although water as an element makes it easier for you to flip my heavy body lightly over you, it also absorbs the landing. I sink beneath the surface for a moment, confused by what just happened, but I quickly rise back up to my feet. "Diving? I'm good at it, and today you get to practice it too," I laugh as I approach you again. I wrap my arms around your neck, forcing you to bury your face between my thick pecs, while hitting my knee into your tight abs. "Are you ready to dive?"

SergeyTheBrave

you are so confident that you don't even attempt to protect your sensitive spots, totally overwhelmed by your knowledge that you are bigger and stronger than me. but this morning the story will end differently, than yesterday! as soon as I feel myself suffocating, sunk inside your huge pectoral muscles, and my abs wall rammed by your knee, I move my face with an effort of my neck muscles, find your right nipple and sink my teeth around it without letting go! as I grab your wrists and break free of your grip, I continue biting, until I taste your blood! then, quickly, still with your wrists in my grip, I spread your arms, push you away, let go your wrists, and deliver a right front kick to your solar plexus, to push you away, and to prepare myself for my next attack! I spit out my saliva with a drop of your blood while turning my head to the left, “you are really good, Uncle, truly the best uncle I have ever tasted!”

I scream from the depths of my lungs when I feel a sharp pain in my nipple. I let go of you, trying to back away, but your teeth are deep in my soft flesh making it bleed. My cock stiffens between us, entering between your legs for a moment as you kick me unexpectedly in the solar plexus, sending me flying backwards. I bend forward, my hands below my pecs, as my breathing is momentarily disrupted, fucked up. I try to get it back to normal and, above all, stay on my feet. You are more determined than I dared to guess as you stand your face stained by my blood with a huge nasty smirk on your face. Finally, I manage to recover and straighten my back, taking a firm grip on the bottom of the pool with my feet, spreading them wide open as I raise my arms in front of my abs for protection. "You're skilled, I admit, but you'll need more to take me down. Looks like you'll be left without a Ducati."

it's time to attack: no time to waste! i sprint forward, leaping above the water's surface with only my ankles underwater, delivering a mighty superman mma overhead right punch, to your left eye! “leave MY Ducati alone, Uncle!!!” bouncing back, ducking down and t o my left side to avoid your possible counterattack, I move to your right, charging my left fist, that I brutally unload against your exposed liver!!!

My head snaps back from the force of the blow as your fist hits my eye, which begins to swell shut almost immediately. I reel backward with unsteady steps, and before I can react, another blow hits my liver, knocking me almost down to my knees. However, my legs are strong enough to hold me up, and I manage to stay on my feet. Ducati seems to be a sensitive spot for you, because you have clearly decided to switch to harder blows in an attempt to take me down quickly. Before you can escape far enough, I surge at you, swinging my long arm towards your sturdy jaw, spinning 180 degrees and lifting my heavy leg out of the water to deliver a devastating superkick to your head. "The Ducati is mine, just like your ass," I yell in rage at your violent attack.

Dream_Breaker:

i see you! i pay attention and bend over backwards as you verbally taunt me and lash me with your super kick... i don't completely avoid it, because your toes and sole slap my cheekbone, which immediately cuts and bleeds slightly; but the worst is avoided. now you've really pissed me off. screw Ducati! i can buy ten of them, with the money i have in my bank account! now, i just want to knock you out and humiliate you sexually, mercilessly, like you did to me yesterday! as soon as your kicking leg is about to enter the pool water, i bend forward and to the side, delivering a powerful low kick to the knee cap of your supporting leg! “fuck you and your fucking Ducati, and get this!!!” as soon as my shin bounces off your knee, I rotate in the opposite direction of my kick, and unload a tremendous hook to your cheekbone: an eye for an eye!

I didn´t see your kick coming until it was too late. With a loud grunt that escapes from my mouth my supporting leg loses the grip and sends me down on my ass into the water. You haven't finished your attack yet, but suddenly you throw a violent hook to my cheek, knocking me backwards and submerging my head under the water for a moment. However, I quickly get back on my knees, coughing water from my lungs and looking at you, clearly agitated. "A deal is a deal. The Ducati is yours if you beat me, Serg." You follow my every move as I raise myself up and lunge my body on top of you. My huge fist slams into your abs as I wrap my other arm around your waist pushing you backwards with my weight, trying to make you fall onto your back in the pool. "Now it's time to dive in and cool your emotions down a bit."

even my brick-hard abs wall jerks and trembles, and a red spot forms where your knuckles hit me. i feel myself being dragged down into the water, that's always where you want to be, you old fox! but i'm not going for it! i have to take this fight to the ground most comfortable to me, that is, to the dry. while you drag me into the water, with only one of your arms around my waist, i spin and turn around quickly, lashing a back elbow toward your skull. I fight like I have to save my life, despite the fact that partly the same blood runs in our veins ! but today I really want to make you regret fucking me and opening my ass, yesterday! I still spin and turn around, facing you again, and push you away by slamming my hands and my left knee against your huge body and pushing you away. then I take four strokes, and jump out of the little pool, feeling the change in temperature but i am so hot, aroused and quivering with rage, that I don't feel cold! I walk quickly but calmly to the short side opposite to you, and with my cock hard and erect I stop with my hands on my hips, “are you done bathing, big boy?”

I fall onto my stomach in the water and have to admit that you are a harder cookie than I thought, when you manage to slip out of my grip and leave the pool. So far, the match hasn't gone as I expected. I finally get up on my knees and look at your cocky appearance as you swing your erect cock from side to side. The pain and bruises I've suffered are suddenly forgotten as my own cock rises rock hard, damn, you look so fuckable as you sway your hips in front of me. I get out of the pool and walk slowly and confidently towards you. "You're right, Serg, we've bathed enough. Now it's time for a different kind of sport," I laugh in a clearly aroused voice as I place my broad palm on your shoulder. "Surrender, and I'll give you the Ducati."

i do not even answer you: my eyes send you flames, while, as quick as a blink of an eye, I do a Wing Chun technique, pak sao with the cut of my right hand on the forearm bones you place on my muscular and slippery body, and left elbow to your right temple, in unison! I don't want to make you bleed, I don't want to smash your actor-like face, I just want to knock you out, with no fuss! just after my elbow, always moving as fast as a cougar when fighting a buffalo, I collapse to the ground, up on my right knee, my face at the level of your pubic bone, and: whaack, WHAAACK! ... the knuckles of my right hand sink twice into the soft flesh of your scrotum, treacherously striking your testicles! anything goes, this morning, without any remorse!

I am completely paralyzed after your blows to my head, and forearm, my hand slips down from your shoulder as you disappear from my view. But I soon know where did you go when I am suddenly struck by the worst pain a man can feel. My knees knock together and a low moaning sound comes out from my mouth. My eyes roll in my head, turning to white as I slowly collapse onto my knees, my mouth still wide open though no sound is coming out of it anymore. My head bends between my knees and my hands move between my legs until I finally fall to the ground on my side, nursing my crushed balls.

“night night, Uncle Alex!” you're too easy a target, I think, as I throw my right knee, after rising up like a spring, toward your jaw. no breaking, a simple knockout blow, is enough for me, to sanction my supremacy over you!

i'm so happy ,that i almost forget about the Ducati! i stop, inhale to fill my lungs, but only a few seconds: as you come out of the knockout and back to consciousness, you feel my huge arms wrapping around your taurine neck, and my iron-hard cock slowly, unhurriedly sliding inside your anal hole: mma rear nake choke, the best position to fuck you! just after my balls slam against the bone of your pelvis, “welcome back, Uncle Alex! now that you're here too, we can start the second part of our training...” and I start slamming you furiously, as if invaded by a flock of raging devils, while I squeeze your neck letting you barely breathe, and pulling up your head and chest every time my cock enters you like a battering ram!

I am not stupid. I know perfectly that if I tried to squeeze my glutes or tighten my outer ring I would only make harm to myself. Besides you have me tightly in RNC choke and could put me out again when you want to. So instead of fighting back I let you enter, have my body. Your thrusts are violent, demanding, drilling my prostate, breaking my inner walls. I moan each time you shove your young cock into my ass, taking your prize with wild moves. The most humiliating in all this is that my own cock is rock hard, rubbing against the grass sole. Each time your cock head hits my joynut you push me closer to my edge. My cock is leaking precum.. there´s no way back from this.

 ...and when I speed up to five hammerings per second, before I shoot my load, I stop, open my arms, free you from the RNC, grab you by the neck with both hands and pull up your head and shoulders, to the limit of your flexibility! you are a giant that I struggle to handle, but I am full of energy: 'it's not time yet, big Uncle, I want to enjoy it again: and if I force you to spread your seed on the ground, even better! " I pull out my hard rod, and put myself in the archer's position, my left knee on the ground and my right foot next to your right cheek: I grab you by the hips and pull your pelvis up, and then, in one stroke, i shove my bat inside your now enlarged hole: SLAMMM!!!! I start fucking you again, holding your hips up, you on your knees and face down... and to complete the humiliation, I place my right foot on your face, pressing hard, my head back, eyes rolled up, grunting like a bull in heat... I'm almost there!!! I wait and fuck you another twenty minutes, before filling you with my seed!!!

The grass enters into my mouth as you thrust your cock again into my ass hammering my sensitive prostate over and over again. My narrow canal envelopes around your thick cock milking you unwillingly as I feel my poor nuts rising in my sack. My body starts to convulse around your dominating cock as I feel your erupting into my canal with such a pressure you make me shoot my load, ropes and ropes of thick man seed into the grass below my abs. I collapse totally exhausted against the ground unable to move a finger. Only my ass is quietly expulsing out your abundant cum.

nine ropes! jesus... I pull out my tool and crouch down on the ground with my legs crossed, leaving you lying on your stomach. I give you a friendly slap on your ass cheek. Now I begin to feel the fatigue, and the pain coming from the spots where your blows landed. "Fuck, Uncle Alex... it's been years since I've fucked such an inviting arse. You're fantastic! ...where do you keep the key to your Ducati? ;-)) I lean back with my hands on the ground, throwing my head back to enjoy the morning breeze. Now I can go and take a shower. "How about a jacuzzi session after our shower?"

I am too exhausted to pronounce a word, just raise my hand to show the table with my finger as I see you leaving the sun deck. My heart skips a beat when you turn around and for a moment I am afraid you will come back for more until I hear your question about taking a jacuzzi. "Fuck you Serg. Take the bike an go", I say with a broken voice and collapse back on the grass again.