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So... Sometimes when a Gorilla and a Fireman more than like each other....

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Patrick J
Gregory Stein

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Gregory_Stein: 

     Montag has spent the last few weeks becoming increasingly interesting to me.
      Unfortunately, he's also handsome, athletic, kind, and slightly shy. The shy part is doing most of the damage.
      I call him Montag. His actual name is Patrick, but Fahrenheit 451 gave me a fireman named Montag, and Patrick has an unfortunate tendency to start fires of his own, atleast in places I'm not used to having set ablaze. 
     The joke is mostly for me. Fortunately, I am an appreciative audience. 
     The problem has been reality. Schedules, shifts, obligations, and life have reduced much of our courtship to conversations, stolen moments, and an occasional kiss.
      'Festina lente'
      The Romans understood that some things cannot be rushed. 
     Still, every conversation reveals another room. Nana always believed people unfolded one room at a time. 
     Reality agrees.

     Which brings us to wrestling. 
     Wrestling is one of those peculiar corners of my life where trust, athleticism, vulnerability, storytelling, fisticuffs and occasional bruising all somehow agree to coexist. 
     Inviting somebody into that space is less about wrestling than honesty. I think Montag and I have reached that point.
     Perhaps he'll find it strange. 
     Perhaps he'll discover I've finally revealed a form of eccentricity that should have remained hidden. 
     Or perhaps he'll understand exactly why it matters to me. 
     Fortes fortuna adiuvat.
     The Universe gets the final vote, of course. It always does. 
     But if Seneca, Nana, Dusty Rhodes, and a capybara named Quince, all agree on something, it is probably this: You learn very little by hiding the interesting parts of yourself.

     And so I make my way toward the Lights Out Lounge with a sensation I can only describe as confidence being mugged in a dark alley by emotional uncertainty.
     I am generally quite comfortable with uncertainty.  Less comfortable, apparently, when the uncertainty is attractive, slightly shy, and capable of carrying unconscious people out of burning buildings.
     A capybara would have solved this problem already.  Not because capybaras are wiser than philosophers, but because capybaras rarely convince themselves that thinking about a situation constitutes progress.
     Reality, meanwhile, appears content to quietly lean on the bar and watch me make an idiot of myself.


Patrick_J: 

     Greg and I have become friends over the past few weeks and seem to be getting closer. We enjoy being around each other and having good talks and of course the courtship has been amazing.  Even with constant interruptions.
   I get to the LOL in my workout gear having just left the gym and see Greg already there I go to sit next to him with a water. 
     "Hey Greg how you doing this morning? You seem to be healing nicely.

 
Gregory_Stein:

      I glance up from my water and immediately feel my mood improve, which is frankly irritating, but only because it's a response I'm not used to having with another man.
     "Well hey there, my Droogie."I catch myself smiling and take a drink as if that somehow fixes the situation or negates what my smile just revealed.
     "Mornin' Montag"I roll a shoulder experimentally."Healing's coming along. I'm down to only making old-man noises every third time I stand up, so that's progress. Couple more weeks and I might be able to rise from a chair without sounding like an antique wardrobe settling into the foundation of a building in late 1944 Dresden."
     My eyes drift over your workout gear and I shake my head.
     "Look at you. Out there making healthy decisions and improving yourself.  I actually considered exercising this morning. Real serious consideration, too. Then I sat down and the feeling passed."
     "As it turns out, my current commitment to fitness remains no match for my commitment to remaining exactly where I am."  I snort softly and glance back your way.
     "Good to see you, Montag."The words come out a little more honestly than intended, so I immediately become fascinated by my water bottle.
     "Anyway... how'd the workout go? You successfully bully gravity into submission today?"
     I hesitate for a second, drumming my fingers against the bottle....
     "Actually..."...Another uncharacteristically awkward pause.
     "Since I'm pretty much all healed up after The Universe decided to use Professor to deliver the 'Don't get full of yourself, Greg' message it seems insistent on delivering....I've been kicking around an idea."
      "Wrestling.  Nothing serious. Just some horsing around, little bit of grappling, seeing if either of us remembers how physics works."  
     I shrug, trying very hard to sound casual and almost certainly failing."Figured I'd ask at some point. No pressure. Just seemed like it might be fun."

Patrick_J: 

 
     *grab a water as i sit down*...
     "Yah was a full upper body and cardio today trying to get the motivation after these last two horrendous days at work"...
     "But you?,... definitely don't rush into working out take it slow and easy, but ummm...yah thinking grappling and some wrestling would be cool and fun" 😀

Gregory_Stein: 
 
     I wince sympathetically and shake my head.  "Yeah, two horrendous days at work'll do that. Sometimes the best you can do is just convince yourself not to drive into the wilderness and live among the capybaras.  Which, for the record, remains my retirement plan."
     I take a drink of water. ..."And don't worry. I'm taking it easy. At this point my recovery strategy is roughly equivalent to that of an elderly monotreme... Slow movements, frequent naps, and a deep suspicion of any activity that sounds productive."....
     Then you mention the grappling and wrestling and I immediately fail at looking as casual as I was trying to."Well...Yeah.I think it'd be cool and fun too."
     I rub at the back of my neck, grinning despite myself."I mean, let's be honest here. Two guys who already enjoy spending time together voluntarily ...grabbing, pushing, pulling, throwing, and generally violating each other's personal space?  Hard to imagine that being anything but a good time."
     I point my water bottle at you."And yes, before you ask, I am fully prepared to argue that wrestling is at least partially foreplay.  Maybe not officially.  But spiritually? Abso fucking lutely."I wink.
     "...'Cuiusvis hominis est errare; nullius nisi insipientis in errore perseverare.'  To err is human. To keep making the same mistake is the mark of a fool.  Ignoring obvious opportunities for fun seems like exactly that sort of mistake."
     I chuckle.  "Though I reserve the right to discover I've dramatically overestimated both my recovery progress and my ability to survive being tossed around by a handsome firefighter.  Science requires testing."
     Something shifts inside me.
     Not dramatically. 
     No thunderclap. 
     No choir of angels. 
     No helpful narrator explaining what the hell is happening.
     Just a sudden realization that I've spent the last several weeks enjoying your company entirely too much.
     I look at you for a second.  Then another.
     Somewhere between those two seconds, my brain appears to lose voting privileges.
     I reach up, gently resting a hand behind your neck and drawing you toward me before I can overthink it.
     The funny thing is I don't fully realize I intend to kiss you until I'm already doing it.  Which is deeply unfair.
 
     I like plans.
     I like warning labels.
     I like at least three committee meetings before major decisions.
     Apparently none of those things were invited to participate in this decision.
     When I finally pull back, I'm smiling despite myself.
     The really irritating part is that the moment it happens, everything suddenly makes sense.
     Of course I wanted to do that.
     Of course the giant flashing warning signs I've been ignoring for weeks weren't warning signs at all.
     They were directions.I shake my head and laugh quietly.
     You're kind. You're smart. You're ridiculously attractive. You spend your days dragging people out of situations that would kill them and somehow still manage to be gentler than most people I've met.
     Which, frankly, feels statistically suspicious.  I squeeze your shoulder lightly.  I've spent years thinking I was a reasonably self-aware man.
     Then you show up and apparently my subconscious has to start filing independent paperwork.  Turns out it reached a conclusion before the rest of me did.
     "Let's fucking do this Montag".

Patrick_J:

     "Yah big man let's do this". I stand up from the seat next to you and smile. 
     "Well don't just sit there man or are the 'old bones' hurting"...chuckle and a smile as I look at you.

Gregory_Stein: 

     The grin that hits my face is immediate, enormous, and completely beyond my ability—or interest—to control.
     "Oh, we're doing this?  We're ACTUALLY doing this?"I laugh, already getting to my feet.
     "Fuck yes, Montag.!!!"I grab your hand without a second thought and start heading for the ring room, dragging you along with all the grace and restraint of a platypus that's somehow just learned it's going to the park.
     "'Excitatio est gaudium in motu.  Excitement is joy in motion.'  And buddy, mine appears to have achieved escape velocity."
     I glance back over my shoulder, still grinning like an idiot."C'mon.Let's go press some flesh, test some physics, and discover whether either of us actually knows what we're doing."
     My laugh escapes again."This is gonna be fun."

Patrick_J: As you go for my hand I reach and grab yours at the same time as you "lead" us to the room knowing you still have that sexy big grin on your face 😉
     "This is gonna be a lot of fun' I giggle.


Gregory_Stein: 

     The moment our hands meet and you grab mine right back, whatever remained of my dignity immediately packs its belongings and leaves the building.
     "Oh, we're definitely doing this."I laugh and lead the way down the hallway, though "lead" might be generous considering we're both pulling at roughly the same rate.
     By the time we reach the training room I'm grinning so hard my face is starting to hurt.  A few LOLigaggers are scattered around lifting weights and working the bags, but the ring is empty.
     Perfect.
     I am trying very hard to behave like a grown man right now.The effort is not succeeding.
     I shake my head, still smiling.I've been looking forward to this entirely more than is reasonable.
     For a moment I just stand there across from you...
     With all the ceremonial gravity of a Roman emperor preparing to address the Senate on matters of state, I reach up and pull off my hoodie.
     The garment is removed with what I consider tremendous dignity.
 

     Which is unfortunate, because it immediately lands halfway on a folding chair and halfway on the floor with all the majesty of an extinct monotreme falling out of a shrub.
     The funny thing is that part of my brain keeps insisting this is one of those eccentric 'Greg things' that should've remained safely locked in a filing cabinet somewhere.  
     You know.Right next to the Latin quotes, the capybara retirement plans, and the strong opinions about monotremes.I chuckle, but then you seem excited about it too, and suddenly that argument got a lot harder to make.
     My grin softens a little.Still... there is a tiny voice back there wondering if this is the moment you finally decide, "Wow. Greg is actually much weirder than advertised."
     I spread my hands. 
     Worth the risk.
     "Now c'mon, handsome.Let's see what happens when two reasonably intelligent adults make physics everyone else's problem."



Patrick_J: 

     Watching you stand there, trying to be all dignified as you take off your hoodie and see it land on a chair and fall halfway off of it and I chuckle. I see his grin loosen up a bit and just grin back at him. I approach you with open hands and interlocks our fingers. "Okay big guy let's see if we can break the laws of physics"


Gregory_Stein: 

     Your fingers lock with mine and for a second my brain completely loses the plot.  It's ridiculous.  We've touched before.  But this is different.
     Different room. 
     Different purpose.
     Different conversation.
     I glance down at your hands.  Strong hands. Firefighter hands.  Hands that can drag somebody out of a burning building and then somehow be gentle enough to convince them they're safe.
     There's something unfair about that combination.
     I slide forward, my hands shifting until we're in a collar-and-elbow tie-up.And suddenly a lot of the noise disappears.
     Not because I'm forgetting what this is.  Quite the opposite.  My grin widens.  Now I get to feel it.
  Your balance. 
   Your movement. 
    Your strength.
    You.
     I give a gentle testing push, laughing softly.The absurd thing is I can't stop smiling.


     I keep pushing, grinning like a platypus with brain damage who is 6 months behind on rent.
     "Well...Let's dance the dance and let gravity cast its vote."
     I shift my stance slightly, feeling the pressure between us.  No judges.  No scorecards.  Just physics, leverage, poor decisions, and whatever ancient Roman deity oversees grown men voluntarily making each other a problem.
     My grin broadens."We'll let the laws of the universe decide who gets bragging rights.  At least for tonight."  I wink.  "Whaddya say, handsome?"

Patrick_J: 

     Our strong hands interlock as we go into the collar and elbow tie and I stand sure footed to the ground as you try pushing me. 
     I just look and grin back at you "It's not that easy big guy" as I wink and begin to push against you. Keeping a tight collar elbow lock up.

Gregory_Stein: 

     For several long seconds neither of us goes anywhere.  Just pressure, movement and tiny adjustments.  The kind of struggle where every inch has to be negotiated and paid for in advance.
     My grin has vanished now, replaced by concentration.  And damn!!! I knew you were strong.  That's not the surprise.  The surprise is how strong.
     I can feel it through the tie-up. Through the frame. Through every shift of weight.
     You're not just powerful.  You're connected.  Everything works together.
     Which is honestly a little rude.
     We continue circling, each looking for an opening.  Like two bull platypuses in mating season, slowly sizing each other up, each waiting for the exact right moment to bring the venom spur into the conversation.
     Then I feel it.  A tiny opening.  A brief lapse in your alignment.  Enough.
     My grip switches. Hip turns. Physics takes over.The toss isn't pretty.Not textbook.But it works.
 
     You hit the canvas and I immediately point at you, laughing.
     "Okay. First of all?  You're absurdly strong.  Second?  I am going to be unbearably smug about that throw for at least fifteen minutes."


Patrick_J:

      Looking up at you from the canvas with a determined look on my face. Then like a flash of lightning I grab one of your legs and twist as I leg sweep your other out from under you,  sending you down to the canvas. Moving quick I get your right ankle in my grip and apply a hard ankle lock. 
     "Big guy fall down it seems"...taunting and chuckling

Gregory_Stein: 

     The world flips surprisingly fast.  One second I'm standing there feeling entirely too pleased with myself.
     The next I'm looking at the ceiling.  Well.  That's what I get.
     The ankle lock bites in and my attention narrows immediately. Pressure. Angle. Control. Problem. 
     I bark out a laugh despite myself."You know, for a guy who's usually so patient and reasonable... ya seem alarmingly enthusiastic about depositing me on the floor."
     I look up at you and shake my head.  Good lord, you're quick.  That's the thing that keeps catching me.  
     Not the strength.
     The speed.
     I keep expecting to deal with one problem.Then you introduce three more.
     The hold tightens....Right.  I can't stay here.
     I kick out toward your knee, not hard enough to hurt, just looking to disrupt your base and create space.
     Need movement.
     Need a scramble.
     Need to stop admiring your work long enough to escape it.
     Still laughing, I try to turn my hips and pull my trapped leg free.  "I'm beginning to suspect you've been lying by omission, Mr. Montag... Feels like you may've done this more than once before.".
     The moment I create enough space, I twist free, scramble back to my feet, and reset my stance, breathing a little harder than before.
     Okay. New information....The handsome one bites.
     I circle lightly, eyes fixed on you, my grin refusing to cooperate with the seriousness of the situation.  You're faster than advertised. Stronger too.!  Which explains a great deal.
     I roll my shoulders once and start forward again.  Now you've made the mistake of teaching me something.  That usually leads to experimentation from me.... Which almost never works out well for a monotreme somewhere in the world.
     "Your turn, Montag.". I beckon you forward with two fingers and a slightly inappropriate smirk on my face.

Patrick_J: 
 
     I feel your light kick, it knocks me a bit off balance and you get free. I scramble quickly to get to my feet,  to a standing position 
     "you got lucky that time Greg but won't happen often"...smirk at you.
     Circling around with you as our eyes are fixed on each other.  Seeing you roll your shoulders as I work to block you from your next move but then... I quickly grab your left arm and bring it behind your back in a chicken wing. 
     Holding it tight as I lean my chin on your shoulder and whisper "How's that feeling big guy?"...laughter

Gregory_Stein: 

    I feel your head on my shoulder as you work the chicken wing. Pain shoots up the arm;  shoulder to Elbow... I know its pointless to throw elbows back trying to connect with your head cuz I ain't going to be able to do that based on where we're at. 
     So I decided to be a little bit dirty but still well within the rules. 
      I drive back with my foot trying to kick you in the shin hard enough so that shock and pain might get you to loosen your grip enough to lessen your control. If I do, then I can just turn around and punch you in the chest and drive ya back. 
     "God damn thats fucking sexy. Not that I like the pain, but  I like the idea that you are capable of giving it to me."
      I give you a wink that is equal parts admiration, lust, and just something best described as a little bit lunatic.

Patrick_J: 

     Feels your foot give a good kick to my shin and groan out a little louder than I wanted to as the hold loosens slightly on your arm as I almost lose balance..."Dirty move but kind of liked it"

Gregory_Stein: 

     Your grip loosens and I immediately turn into the opening, freeing the pressure on my arm as I drive a punch into your chest.
     "That's more like it, Montag."I roll my shoulder."Not my preferred way to get hands on those pecs, but opportunities are opportunities."  I give you a big wink.

Patrick_J: 
     
     You break your arm free and deliver a punch into my chest, it makes me grimace and wince. "Fuck sneaky hit and caught off guard". Stumble back a couple of steps and see you wink.

Gregory_Stein: 

     As you stumble back, I step forward closing the distance. I grab your wrist and pull you closer trying to drive my knee up into your stomach. 
      I attempt a look of seriousness but it's a little bit ruined by the fact that I can't stop smiling and also that I'm apparently in need of an adjustment, since my tenting trunks seem to be indicating what might become a level of discomfort without that adjustment.
      "Can't get caught off guard there Montag. You let the gorilla run rampant and the sexy  paramedic might need a paramedic of his own."

Patrick_J:

     Grrrrrr.
     "Shut up dude you just got lucky ". 
     Feel my wrist being grabbed and pulled into you as I turn slightly to allow me to drive an elbow into your abs harder than I intended to

Gregory_Stein:

  💥OOOMMMPPPHH💥
     Striking my abs is almost like hitting a brick wall thats made of flesh. It hurts and gets me a bit winded but It doesn't slow my momentum much. I use that grip on your wrist to try to drive another knee forward. This time aimed at your ribs....
     "Luck?  My firm and well toned ass"...

Patrick_J:

      See your knee come up.  I grab that leg quickly and push forward into you; taking us both down to the canvas

Gregory_Stein: 

     My momentum shifts. Caught off guard for a moment by the response I wasn't expecting. We tumble to the ground and I try to use my momentum to keep us rolling, hopefully so that I can end up on top of you in a mounted position...
      "nice one montag, but you gotta follow through" You can hear the familiar lilt in my voice that usually accompanies my frequently over enthusiastic displays of happiness.

Patrick_J: 

     As we roll around I somehow get behind you and get my arms under yours and bring my hands behind your head in a locked full nelson I bring my legs around your waist and lock ankles. 
      "Oh you mean this initiative big guy?" 😃

Gregory_Stein: 

     You lock everything in, and it's pretty damn tight, but i'm still really fresh.  So I got a lot of energy and power left. I dont try to wiggle out, but as soon as you lock those legs around me, we stop rolling, and I try to use some of the power in my legs and my core to push-up enough to get to my knees.  I hop up from there to get back to my feet with you still locked around me. 
      I know I don't have too much time to worry about getting out of this ... So I just take a few steps backwards.  My arms keep slowly trying to flex down to break the grip behind my head. Trying to force your fingers apart.
     While i'm doing that, I just launch myself backwards to drive your back into the corner turnbuckle.... "Good initiative. Crazy hot. But I think you're gonna have to soften me up a bit more before you can take me out with that."

Patrick_J:

      Noticing no struggle at all but I feel you kick up and get back to your feet with me latched on still...then all of a sudden feel the turn buckle on my back and release you.

Gregory_Stein: 

     As soon as I feel your release, I drive back one more time, a little bit harder, with my entire body to smash your back into the turnbuckel again. Trying to keep you winded and off balance. 
     I quickly turn to face you, pressing my hand against your chest to hold you in place. I start delivering slow but targeted punches to your ribs with my right hand... you can start to smell a sweet oniony aroma in the air as my hair becomes matted down with sweat. 
      "Let's see how much conditioning they teach at sexy ass fireman school" ....

Patrick_J: 

     Another drive back into the corner.  I let out a loud Grunt before you turn around to face me. 
     Looking at you as your hand comes and presses on my chest to hold me there and then feel some targeted punches to my solid abs as I tighten them up between blows.
     Both of us starting to sweat now...
     "You sure about this big guy? " smiling as I ask ...and then give you a headbutt out of nowhere.

Gregory_Stein: 

     I think I got distracted a bit too much with just you in general and this strange sort of intimacy that you're allowing me to share with you... 
     I was definitely caught off guard by that headbutt. Strikes me right in the bridge of where my nose meets my forehead. 
      My vision goes spotty for a second as I stumble back instinctively checking my nose to see if anything is broken....
     "Damnnnn"

Patrick_J: 

     I watch you stumble back a bit and check your nose "It's fine, ya big baby, just gonna be sore. maybe a Lil swelling". 
     I see a chance and lunge/tackle you to the mat and turn you on your stomach...stepping over you and grabbing both your legs and locking on a Boston crab pulling them tight keeping pressure on your lower back

Gregory_Stein: 

     The pain is absolutely incredible. I guess someone who is trained to relieve pain can conversely inflict it just as well. I summon my strength as the pain shoots up and down my back, trying to flex up and show you the power of those legs that you sometimes can't help but be fascinated by...

Patrick_J: 

     I try hard to keep the crab securely locked as I feel you starting to flex up to break the hold; lean back and pull more. 

Gregory_Stein:

     I keep pushing with those thick legs... veins popping out as the striations almost look like they might rupture the skin... the pain shoots up my spine, but i do see an opportunity for escape.
     I reach back while you're focused on trying to neutralize what i'm doing with my legs so that you can reposition yourself. 
      I grab your ankles with my hands and try to pull you forward towards my shoulders, hoping that I'll be able to pull you off balance... Maybe even off of me all together before this pain gets any worse...

Patrick_J: 

     Watching the striations show in your huge legs distracted by them.  I feel something grab my ankles and pull at them falling towards your shoulders ... realizing my grip is slipping...

Gregory_Stein: 

    I sense that grip giving way a little bit, so I put a lot of effort into one last push forward with my thighs and my core. Trying to summon the strength I need now that you're not as locked in, to fling your body forward...To hopefully end this brutal boston crab...
     "FUUUUUUCK... Ged offa me."

Patrick_J: 

     Your last hard push with your thighs and core sends me all the way back.  The crab is released as I hit the floor
     Start sitting up to get back into an upright position.

Gregory_Stein:

     The pain starts shooting up and down my back a little bit less than it was before, but it's still there and ain't likely to go away anytime soon.
     I know I gotta get back up fast.
     Being on the ground is not a good idea right now. I scramble use the ropes to pull myself back up to my feet leaning on them a little bit trying to catch my breath as I keep an eye on you...

Patrick_J: 

     Watch you pull yourself up as I get back on my feet. Both of us watching each other. "Whats wrong big guy a little sore?" taunting and motioning for you to come to the center of the ring.

Gregory_Stein: 

     Even through the obvious grimace of pain i simply cannot hide my big smile. "No Montag, I ain't sore... you practically, were trying to break my damn back... so ain't sore, I'm still in fuckin pain." 
     I try to give you an intimidating glare that absolutely is about as threatening as a declawed kitten, as I make my way towards the center of the ring.
     Raising my arms high up to challenge you to a test of strength... "Let's see what you got. Let's test those sexy ass muscles of yours huh?"

Patrick_J: 

     Raise my arms high to meet yours and interlock our fingers. Look at you with a sly grin and starts putting some pressure.  Rolling our arms to each side 
    "Yah let's see what you got"

Gregory_Stein: 

     I'm pretty sure then in terms of raw strength; I've got you beat, but it probably ain't by much and you do have that height advantage that could come into play if I allow it to. 
     I immediately start trying to bend back your wrist and push you down. Bringing that slow, buildup of strength and power trying to remove any height advantage you may have.
     The muscles in my forearms and my biceps, as well as my chest flex up to maximize the amount of power, I can bring as I know I need to get you in a much more advantageous position for me.Get those knees bending, so you can't exert quite so much pressure to resist...

Patrick_J: 

     Knowing what you are trying to do, I flex my whole body and channel all the strength as I work to bend back your wrists at the same time. 
     Looking down at you, I just smile.  "Not gonna happen man you're going down again haha". 
     Quickly uses my leg to knock out your legs from under you and taking away your balance.

Gregory_Stein: 

     That kick throws me off.  My balance thrown right out the damn window. Stumble forward... almost onto my knees before i'm able To gain some degree of balance and prevent myself from going entirely down. 
     Start pushing up as much as I can. I've totally been thrown off knowing I need to get back upright. 
      "Fuck!!! If it wasn't so hot to have you doing that? I might get real pissed" 
     Every muscle I can bring to bear to turn this around is flexing, veins, popping out everywhere, all over my arms. My neck, my legs, even my chest, 
     I try to force everything i've got to push back up towards my feet. I've got to get back standing.
     Sweating profusely now from my efforts, my skin and my face; especially, taking on a red hue from my exertion.

Patrick_J:

     Start lunging towards you as you stand back up noticing the redness in your face almost looking like an embarrassed look 🤣

Gregory_Stein: 

     I'm realizing that my position is less than ideal.
     Once you start surging forward and down, I realize that I am in no position to come out of this very well.
    In an attempt to salvage something from this, when you push down, I actually pull you towards me, hoping to throw you off balance with this unexpected move,and then twist to the side, and roll so I can break the lock and roll away from you. To scramble to my feet ASAP.

Patrick_J:

     I feel you push me down in mid lunge and pulled to you before you.  I twist and thud to the mat in front of you. 
     "Dammit almost had you" start to stand up...

Gregory_Stein: 

     Shaking my head. sweat flying in every direction.
     Smiling at you " horseshoes and hand grenades Montag. That's where almost counts.  Not here." 
     I lick my lips. In a manner that might be sensual. If I was capable of hiding my excitement and joy about how things are going here tonight.
     Seeing, my opportunity, I rush headlong towards you as if I was about to drill my shoulder into your midsection, but at the last moment I slude on a knee and pop up behind you... hoping its fast and unexpected enough that I can drill the small of your back with a brutal forearm smash.

Patrick_J: 

     💥Ooof..ugfhhh💥
      I feel the smash of your forearm into my lower back forcing me to drop to my knees. I hold my back and groan out in some pain...

Gregory_Stein: 
 
     You fall on your knees in front of me, and I see a golden opportunity presenting itself. 
     I drop down onto my ass, wrap my legs around your thick torso while at the same time, I bury your head in my arm pit, then fall back. 
     Trying to find those veins as i snake an arm around your neck and press the other side of your neck between my arm and my upper ribs...

 
     I hold one of your arms with my free hand as I try to get the dragon sleeper locked in tight... 
     "You can taste me every time you breathe, huh Montag?...You can tap if you want. This ain't the lounge proper... or you can struggle till I get this locked in tight... Choose wisely.. Choose quickly."

Patrick_J:

      Thrashing around as you work to get it fully locked on but you feel my hands getting in the way as they grab yours and start to pull them free some 
     "Not tapping man so forget about that"haha

Gregory_Stein: 

     My legs slide down farther towards your hips to minimize that thrashing somewhat.  Cressing down, so that your movement is not as free as it could have been.
     My bicep flexes against the one side in your neck finding the vein and pushing your head even further against my upper torso on the other side. 
     I don't even bother to worry much about you trying to pry my arm loose.  I got it locked down tight enough that those struggles will be a thing of the past In a good thirty seconds or so. 
     Just to taunt, you, I use that free hand to reach inside your singlet and start caressing your chest and tugging, and pulling on your nipple
     That's when  I notice for the first time that all the LOLigaggers have stopped working out and are now watching us. 
     I chuckle at the onlookers, and give a couple of them a knowing playful wink.
     "Come on Montag there ain't no shame in tapping. Save me the problem of having to wake yer ass up so we can continue" 
     I start to slowly squeeze that bicep against your neck slowing down the blood flow little by little.  While the vein on the other side of your neck is being compressed against my torso....

Patrick_J:

     Feeling your legs slide down lower to reduce my thrashing around.  My movement limited. Your bicep flexing more into my neck.  I hear your teasing and taunting while your hand slips under my singlet and starts feeling my upper body.
     "Already told ya Greg,  I ain't tapping and not going night night either" grab your arm harder and yank at it...

Gregory_Stein: 
 
     You can feel how hard and aroused I am by all of this as my cock strains against my trunks, while it presses against your back. 
     I keep up that pressure with the bicep.  Really pushing and starting to compress that vein that feeds your brain oxygen. 
     I crank back a little bit just so I can bend your neck a little more to make sure that I've got it perfectly locked.
     Sweat dripping onto your face. The smell and the taste of my musky sweat filling every desperate breath you take. 
     "You can decide not ta tap, but after too much longer, whether or not you go out is not your decision.  It's mine. Hello goddam you can tell what effect this is having on me. I have wanted this for a good long time. I guess it's good to know that my favorite toy ain't gonna be broken quite so easily. Fuck you're gorgeous."
     I squeeze up again "Tap or nap montag. This will probably be the last time you actually get to have a choice."

Patrick_J: 

     Feeling the 'happiness' on my back from your trunks as you readjust the headlock to secure it even more. Hearing your teasing I can imagine a smile on your face I can't see...my hands start to drop as my eyes get a little heavier...

Gregory_Stein: 

     I can sense that power and energy sort of fading slowly and steadily, you definitely ain't making this easy for me. There is just something incredibly sexy about that. Something incredibly arousing. 
     " Come on Montag. Use what little strength you got left. Tap tap tap tap tap tap. All you gotta do."
    I whisper "A fronte praecipidium" as I flex my bicep once more and hold it squeezing. 
     Then I whisper again "y tergo lupe" ...
     "Sleep you gorgeous bastard... I'll be here when you wake up. Then, we can decide what to do next."
      I tug on your nipple. You hear a hear a deep satisfied intake of air through my nose....

Patrick_J: 

     My eyelids start closing more and my resisting struggles lessen as I feel the darkness of the sleep abyss approaching a little faster now. Your voice sounding further away as I feel a nipple tug and hear you take a deep breath

Gregory_Stein: 

     I can feel it now.
     That engine of yours is starting to sputter. 
     Your breaths come deeper. 
     Your movements a fraction slower. 
     The little cracks are starting to show. 
     Every breath you take costs a little more than the last, and I intend to collect interest on every damn one of them. I tighten up and settle in, making you carry every ounce of me.
     "There it is, Montag."I grin against the strain."Been waiting for This"

Patrick_J: 

     Hearing you very faintly as my engine slows down to where I'm not moving at all. My eyes fully shut now as I forced to fall into the dreamland abyss.

Gregory_Stein: 

     Your weight settles against me all at once, arms going slack as the fight finally leaves you. For a second I just sit there holding you, breathing hard, feeling every bruise I'd been too stubborn to notice. 
     "Damn it, Montag..." A crooked grin tugs at my mouth. 
     Even now, exhausted, stubborn, and unconscious, you somehow still manage to be entirely too handsome for my peace of mind. With a body built like DNA was showing off and apparently just as determined to cause me problems. 
     I loosen the hold and keep you steady. The win can wait. Making sure you're alright can't.

Patrick_J: Starts moving about 5 minutes later as my eyes open slowly feeling you holding me against you. Looks up at you a little groggy still but knowing you made sure I was alrig

 

Gregory_Stein: 

 
     I wave toward the crowd. The response is immediate. 
     "CHOKE A BITCH. HYDRATE A BITCH!"
      Water bottles begin arcing into the ring from every direction. 
     "Finally," I mutter, snatching one out of the air. "A public policy initiative I can get behind." 
     My attention returns to you immediately as David checks on you. A faint smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. 
     "Easy there, Montag. Drag yourself out of that abyss and back into the light at your own pace, handsome. I'll be right here when you get back."


 


Patrick_J: 

     Drink some water and start coming back into the light now. Looking up at your handsome face with that small smile on it...


Gregory_Stein: 

     The first flutter of your eyelids gets an immediate grin out of me. 
     "There you are, Montag."
      I cup the back of your head and lean in, pressing a kiss to your lips before resting my forehead against yours for a moment. 
     Honestly, it's becoming a bit ridiculous. I've now seen you victorious, stubborn, exhausted, unconscious, and freshly returned from whatever strange little vacation your brain just took... Somehow every version remains entirely too handsome for my peace of mind. At this point I'm starting to suspect you're doing it on purpose. 
     I give your thigh a reassuring squeeze. "Welcome back, Montag. There was an elderly monotreme going around taking attendance. She was starting to get a little concerned you weren't back yet."
     My smile widens as it becomes increasingly apparent that unconsciousness has done absolutely nothing to diminish the problem that is Montag. 
     The straps of your singlet get tugged down from your shoulders as I shake my head. 
     Honestly, this is becoming absurd. The Romans would have carved statues about less impressive physiques. Entire emperors spent fortunes trying to look half this heroic. I pause. 
     Then immediately abandon the comparison. Mostly because Roman emperors had a distressing tendency to become convinced they were gods. And because, if history has taught us anything, it's that a capybara displays better judgment than roughly a third of the Julio-Claudians. 
     I rest a hand against your shoulder and grin. 
     Then my hands become a flurry of activity. Roaming across your chest and abs. 
     I extract myself from my voracious devouring of your nipple and give you an almost childishly disarming grin. 
     "You're doing it on purpose, Monkey. That's the only explanation I've got. I cannot be held accountable for my actions. This is your fault"


Patrick_J:

     My eyes flutter open and the first thing I see is your handsome face looking down at me before you lean in for a kiss. 
     I feel my singlet straps pulled down and begin feeling your hands all over my chest. 
     "I'm back how long was i out?"...hearing you say something about me doing it on purpose.  I look at you again and ask..."What am I supposedly doing on purpose?" 😈


Gregory_Stein:

     I can't help but grin, attempting something halfway between charming and seductive. "It was only about a minute, Montag. If it'd been much longer, you definitely wouldn't still be wearing that singlet." 
     I shrug. "As for what you're doing on purpose..." A nervous chuckle escapes. 
     "I've seen you determined, battered, triumphant, bewildered, and now freshly returned from the great monotreme census in the sky." 
     I gesture vaguely toward you. "And somehow every version remains entirely too handsome. At this point, I'm rapidly running out of intellectually defensible positions." 
     I shake my head. Another chuckle. "So yes, Mr. Montag. I'm accusing you of systematic and ongoing attractiveness."
     My hands continue their entirely objective and rigorously scientific investigation of your shoulders and arms. The findings are not encouraging. Every new piece of evidence seems to support the same conclusion. You are, apparently, built specifically to make my life more complicated. 
     I can't help but grin as I look you over. I'm now convinced that this is intentional. 
     The Romans would've turned you into a minor deity and immediately started arguing over who got to build the first temple. 
    Nana would take one look at you, one look at me, and start laughing before either of us understood why.
     The elderly monotreme conducting attendance would've simply marked me absent due to distraction. Which, unfortunately, is becoming increasingly difficult to dispute. "You excite and terrify me all at the same time." My thumb traces absent minded circles around your nipple...

     My hands continue their entirely objective and rigorously scientific investigation of your shoulders and arms. The findings are... troubling.

     Every new piece of evidence supports the same conclusion.You're apparently built specifically to complicate my life.

     The Romans would've made you a minor deity. Nana would've taken one look at us and started laughing. The elderly monotreme taking attendance would've simply marked me absent due to distraction.Which is becoming increasingly difficult to dispute.

     I grin."It was only about a minute, Montag. If it'd been much longer, you definitely wouldn't still be wearing that singlet."

     I shrug."I've seen you determined, battered, triumphant, bewildered, and freshly returned from the great monotreme census in the sky... and somehow every version remains entirely too handsome."

     Another nervous chuckle. "So Montag... I'm accusing you of systematic and ongoing attractiveness. You excite and terrify me all at the same time."


Patrick_J: 

     😏  I listen and flex my shoulders and arms as you conduct an expedition on them. "Oh phew it was a short time thought I would see the God's of Olympus and join them" lol "Really so 2 minutes and it would have been off? Haha. "You're accusation would be 100 percent accurate" 😁


Gregory_Stein: 

     "My observation skills are usually pretty accurate.My ability to convey those observations to others without inducing potential aneurysms probably leaves a little bit to be desired."

     I grin mischievously, as I pull down the front of your singlet. Allowing your cock freedom of movement. I take it in my hand, grip firmly, playing with the head just a little bit, then I bring it to my mouth and quickly bury my face in your pubes. My tongue licking the vein and the head as I begin to establish a slow and steady rhythm.


Patrick_J:

     You pull down my singlet, go down on me and make me moan some.  I lean my head back. I can feel your warm tongue taking me over as I reach my hand to stroke your hair


Gregory_Stein: 

     My hands stop their greedy exploration of your body. They move down so that I can maneuver your hips enough to pull the singlet down enough to allow me to use my feet to take it off entirely. All without disrupting the rhythm that i've created. 
     Now one hand firmly rubs your abs while the other reaches underneath your leg to squeeze and release your inner thigh. 
     A slow deep hum from deep in my throat begins to add vibration to all the other stimulation of your cock...
     I pull off briefly "Now let's see if we can give you a totally different kind of aneurysm... hell maybe, even add in some good old epilepsy." Then I dive right back in.


Patrick_J:

      Feels you get my singlet all the way off now without disturbing the rhythm you started. All of a sudden I feel some vibration caused by you humming stimulating even more. I loudly moan as you continue to work on me. You feel my hands rubbing your back hard, slightly clawing at it.


Gregory_Stein: 

     Those claws at my back, send a shiver down my spine and an involuntary shrug of my shoulders. I pull off briefly, a thin stream of saliva, connecting my lips to your cock for a brief moment before it breaks. 
     " If I didn't like this so much. Not just what i'm doing, but the fact i'm doing it with you... I'd probably be very confused. I'm already head spinny but you just seem to be intentionally trying to keep me off balance. ... I don't mind being a bit wobbly." 
     I return to that steady, slow rhythm. A finger starts to gently tease your asshole. Rubbing it slowly and seductively, but not actually penetrating.


Patrick_J:
     Smile as you look up at me and I answer , "Well I don't want to always be predictable"...moans more as you return to steady slow rhythm and feeling your finger working too


Gregory_Stein: 

     I slowly start to push my finger inside, not too fast.But not too slow. Keeping up that slow, steady rhythm with my tongue, fleeing across the head every time I get the opportunity... Humming.. something that may or may not have been 'fuuuuck' muffled by your cock in my mouth.


Patrick_J:
    
     Leaning my head back and moaning in total pleasure as your mouth and tongue work my front as it begins to leak some while your finger goes exploring


Gregory_Stein: I get knuckles deep. finger starts moving trying to find a little squirmy spot. Your moans exciting me, not increasing the speed, but you feel a rise in intensity. Tongue lapping at that head as it passes, savoring the taste... My free hand comes down and starts massaging your nuts in a very slow gentle squeeze and release pattern trying to find that pleasure pain boundary.So that I can stay on the pleasure's side of it.


Patrick_J: 

     Mmmmm...moaning pleasurably as you squeeze then letting you know that's the spot to stay on pleasure side...leaking more pre as your tongue laps it up...throbbing hard now and balls tightening and churning a little...


Gregory_Stein:

      I feel that tightening, and that reaction telling me exactly how much needs to be given. My finger deeper and deeper each moan making me search even more.And increase the pace of my head bobbing up and down up and down... slow rhythmic and unrelenting. Pull off for a moment 
     "oh fuck Montag . I want to taste you." I return to devouring your cock...


Patrick_J: 

     Loudest moans yet as you go back to devouring my cock...uh uh uh...then all of a sudden the volcano erupts inside your mouth and hits the back of your throat. The warm man juice filling up your mouth "oh yes yes yes"


Gregory_Stein: 

     I greedily, try to swallow it all, but all the saliva and spilt seed make it impossible. Some slides out in corners of my mouth. 
     I keep you inside of my mouth until it stops twitching and spitting. Then I pull off. 
     Short sharp panted breaths as I rise up to my knees fully. My finger is still exploring, trying to find that perfect spot. 
     My other hand reaches down, grabs a handful of your hair and brings your head up so that you have to look in my face 
     "FUUUUUUCK. I want to see that gorgeous face of yours twisting with pleasure. FUUUUUUCK "


Patrick_J:

     Still moaning some as your finger searches more. Feeling my hair being grabbed and pulled to you and look at you deeply. 
     "What?...how you gonna do that?". Begins prying at your fingers to loosen the grip


Gregory_Stein: 

     I let go of your hair. Exhausted smile... somehow, during all of this, you realize that i've taken my trunks off. My cock is a hard and full on salute. My hair plastered to my head, by sweat 
     "You want to switch things up here, Montag?" I wiggle my finger inside of you as if to signal what i'm talking about...


Patrick_J:

    I Smile as I feel it wiggle some..."what are you thinking there big guy?"


Gregory_Stein: 

     "Should I be all flowery like Cyrano or just tell you I want to plow you like a field?" There's a strange glimmer in my normal playful Eyes as i lick my lips.


Patrick_J: 

     "I think you totally just answered it"...lolol


Gregory_Stein:

      "Yes I did didn't I. So you want me to fold you up like a burrito or flip you over and take you from back?"
     I slap my thigh "or maybe you wanna get reacquainted with these tree trunks?" I flash you a, what I think is probably gonna be, seductive wink with a big grin.


Gregory_Stein: " You call the ball baby.I'll bust it."


Patrick_J: 

     Looks listens and grins as you talk an even bigger smile when you slap those tree trunks. Smiles even more ... 
      "I think i like the idea of getting reacquainted with them"... grin big


Gregory_Stein:

     In a flurry of excited motion, I pull you out of the corner by your feet. Go towards your head, flip you over onto your stomach, then, close my legs around your head, my legs locked at the ankles on your back, pulling your face closer to my very excited cock as it presses against your cheek. 
     I apply pressure to your head with my thighs, forcing them to flex.   The muscles' striations becoming prominent. The pressure is not great, but it is enough to feel. 
     " Let's fix that handsome. You should never become unfamiliar with what I think is one of your favorite body parts of mine"


Patrick_J: 

     Quickly pulled from the corner as you grab  my head and flip me to the canvas on my stomach. Getting your legs tigh.  My head  between those trunks as you get your ankles locked behind me...feeling some pressure start as you squeeze a bit.  I face your raging cock.
     "Oh yah they are a favorite of mine" 😃


Gregory_Stein: 

     I maneuver my cock with one hand so that it presses on your lips... 
     "You want a taste Handsome..." I smile playfully, as I squeeze just a little bit harder with my thighs.  Wiggling, just a little bit so you can feel them rubbing against your head and neck. " ... or would sucking just be sensory overload for you"
     I attempt to give you a lusty wink.

     My other hand rubs and massages the shoulder closest to me.


Patrick_J: 

    Feel you move your cock to my lips as you squeeze a bit harder on my head and ask if I want a taste. You wiggle some as my hands massage those trunks and I breathe on your manhood right in front of me...teasingly lick you... 


Gregory_Stein:

     When your tongue flicks against my cockhead you feel and see an almost electric jolt, that brings an extremely satisfied smile to my face.  Almost involuntarily, I squeeze a little bit harder as I quiver a little bit from the sheer shivering, arousal that your tongue is causing
     "Goddamn... i don't know how you seem to know what it takes.To get me worked up..... FUUUCK!"


Patrick_J: 

     Combination of a grunt and moan all in one as you jolt and squeeze a bit more. You Open my mouth.  I begin to go down on you slow and sensually as I swirl my tongue around.


Gregory_Stein: 

     My hand grabs a handful of your hair, but more to be in contact with you than trying to force your head to do anything.  My other hand still massaging and caressing your shoulder, enjoying the feel of the muscles.
     My thighs keep pressure building, but very slowly. You can feel subcutaneous muscle spasms as your tongue swirls around my cock, while you take it in...  
     "Fuuuck... should I be worried that you can reduce me to a puddle like this? Or should I just shut the fuck up and enjoy it?. Fuuuck!"


Patrick_J: 

     Feel you grab my hair as I work your hard pole even more. Can feel the squeeze pressure build up slowly around my head as I keep sucking you. 
     Lift my head up "It's your choice" 😀 and go  back to work on you.


Gregory_Stein:

     I don't force much, but just enough to make you look up towards me without disturbing your rhythm. 
     "Fuuuuck Montag. If given the choice, you know, I will always not take the silent option. Please, as much as you can keep looking into my face. I want you to see how what you are doing affects me..." short sharp panting but deep breaths.


Patrick_J: 

     Keeping my eyes locked with yours to watch your expressions.  I keep working mouth magic,  listening to your panting deep breaths...managing to give a little smile while keeping in rhythm


Gregory_Stein: 

     You just keep everything going as you had before, but somehow seeing those little creases appear at the edges of your mouth makes my reaction so much more intense. 
     I look at you with a ton of arousal, but also just a slight bit of nervous confusion on my face. My hand grips your hair a little tighter, but i'm still not trying to force your head at all.
     "Fuuuuck!!! I can't remember the last time anybody has been able to do all this stuff that you are doing to me." My thighs continue to apply that pressure as I whisper hoping that none of the onlookers will hear me "You are amazing."


Patrick_J: 

    Hear your soft whisper and grin while you grip my hair even more as if it were a rein and you are holding on. Those tree trunks continuing to apply pressure.  I don't stop and take you all the way in now...speeding up the rhythm.


Gregory_Stein: 

     Every time you bob up and down my shoulders shrug, involuntarily.  I take a quick shocked in-take of breath. 
     The pressure, on your head and neck  especially, becoming much, much more. My thick thighs flexing in response. Enlarging with each bobbing of your head, increasing your lightheadedness as blood flow starts to slow down. 
     You can feel my cock in your mouth twitching, and a bit of precum escaping. "Fuck... got me so worked up.I'm gonna blow real soon"


Patrick_J:

     Grunts and moans at the feeling of your ever increasing pressure on my head but not stopping as I feel you leaking pre and my warm tongue starts licking it. Then quickly working you harder and faster....."mmmmmmm"


Gregory_Stein: 
     You see my face scrunching up and twisting little wrinkles on my nose, right between my eyes.  Those sharp intakes of breath continue... suddenly my hips thrust up, driving me further into your mouth.
     Then, my entire body tensens up, but my cock starts spinning out cum in quick short machine gun like spurts. 
     "FUUUUUUCK!!!!" The pressure from my thighs becomes even more as I involuntarily press and flex against your neck..."FUUUUUUCK!!!"


Patrick_J: 

     My body tightens as your thighs flex hard against my neck.  Your machine gun bursts rapidly inside my mouth and I swallow the rapid shots as fast as I can.   Hearing you yell out. 
    Feel you stop shooting your huge load and just work my tongue to clean up any excess.


Gregory_Stein:

      After the explosion is finished, every time your tongue touches my head, my entire body shivers. The postcoital sensitivity feels like another orgasm. 
     I grab your hair with both of my hands. Complete satisfaction on my face as my breath slowly starts to return to a normal pace. 
     The pressure on your neck intentionally increases trying to compress those veins to push you back into the abyss.
    I whisper " God you are amazing. ...A fronte paecipidium a tergo lupe"


Patrick_J: 

     I finish the 'clean up' I feel both hands grabbing my hair now as you intentionally increase the squeeze of the scissors and i begin to squirm.


Gregory_Stein: 

     I do not pull on your head or hair. I only use it to prevent your head from moving. Pressing down on your back with my feet to try to minimize the squirming " it's okay montag. The abyss awaits.... " pressure still building...


Patrick_J:

      Breathing getting a little shallow as you hold me down. Shifts eyes to look at you


Gregory_Stein: 

     Squeezing even harder as you look at me. Staring into your eyes " stop trying to fight it Montag, just let it take you"


Patrick_J: 

     Squeezed more and more as my eyes start drooping close while looking at you


Gregory_Stein: 

     I reach a hand down and close your eyes like a coroner would a corpse... 
     "Sleep little monkey. Then, your prince charming will come and awaken you with a kiss."


Patrick_J: 
 
     The last thing I feel is the touch of your hand closing both eyes and then I  just go limp as I lay there


Gregory_Stein: 
 
     Your arms go limp, your head slumps forward. Only my hands holding it up. I Immediately release the scissors around your neck and head.  I roll you over and set you up in the corner. I stand back and marvel at how strangely beautiful you look , and then wonder how wrong that makes my head that I find this attractive and then I realize I don't care. the way I felt is the way I felt.


Gregory_Stein: 


     The crowd starts to chant... " Choke a bitch. Hydrate a bitch" as i catch a water bottle thrown into the  ring

 

Patrick_J: 

     Sitting in the corner of the ring still half dazed and looking at the surrounding area

     Seeing you with a water bottle in your hand

Gregory_Stein: 

     I see your eyes start to flutter, then come back into focus. I squat down next to you, open a bottle, and hold it out to you. 
     I run the back of my hand up your chest and you really start coming back. I smile as my other hand massages your neck. 
     "Welcome back there handsome. I believe we have reached the part of the evening's festivities. Where we have to ask the logical question... Who gets fucked?"

     I give you a playful and hopefully seductive wink as I lick my lips eagerly awaiting your answer...


Patrick_J: "Well now I think the most logical answer would be both"


Gregory_Stein: I give you a incredibly happy wink.Huge smile even more so than normal... " okay so then follow up question?... who first?"


Patrick_J: Smirks...leave that choice up to you


Gregory_Stein: " Okay mister indecision..." a flashing smile and then drop to my knees. " So now the question is about me on my back or take me like a dog?" Once again I give you a wink...

 

Patrick_J: 

     Grins and winks..."on your back"


Gregory_Stein: 

     I flop onto my back like I've been waiting for it. Feet flat on the canvas knees up.Legs spread wide "alright Montag do your worst. And by your worst, I mean fuck me stupid"


Patrick_J: 
  
     Come closer after stripping down and grab your legs and put them on my shoulders as I start teasing your hole with my rod


Gregory_Stein: 

     My thick legs draped over your shoulders. I take deep breaths in through my nose. Each time I take a deep breath, my hips thrust forward. Pushing against your cock as it waits at the entrance to my asshole.
      One hand reaches up and begins to caress up and down your forearm, playing with those tiny hairs. The other running and massaging the back of my neck as I prepare... heavy panted breaths....


Patrick_J: 

     Pushes into your hole slowly at first until all the way in and begin to pump and thrust inside you as i hear your heavy panted breaths


Gregory_Stein: 

     As you fully enter me, there's a definitive shudder and spasm, a catched breath, closed eyes.  Twitching movements of my head. 
     Low animalistic growl halfway between pain and provocation "Don't fuck around with me Montag. Just Fuuuck Me.!!!"


Patrick_J: 

     Pumping and thrusting fast and hard now balls banging against your ass I take you. Leaking inside your hole as my cock rages hard inside


Gregory_Stein: 

     My ankles locked together on your back as you thrust away in a powerful ball-slapping-against-my-ass rhythm. My calves and thighs tense up.You can feel the hard calves on your shoulder blades and you can see the striations and veins becoming prominent on my thighs.

     My hand leaves the back of my neck and slides down my torso, as my breaths continue to become shorter sharper, more like a pant than an actual breath. I begin to play with my cockhead to get it hard.

      "Give it to me....hrrggggh"


Patrick_J: 

    Deep thrusting into your hole now.  your prostate...uh uh uh uh...balls slapping harder on your ass cheeks. Feel
 your ankles locked behind me now as I notice the striations and veins showing real well in your thighs...manage to smile as I keep everything going.
     "That's right sexy get it hard I want to feel that juice hit me in the face"


Gregory_Stein: 

     With each thrust, you start to feel my feet pushing down, pulling you closer to me, making your thrusts go even deeper inside me than they would on their own. I almost howl, equal parts, pain and ecstasy.
     "Ffuuuccckkkk"

     My cock has become raging hard in my hand. I begin to stroke with a rhythm, attempting to match your thrust inside me. 

     My skin; visibly reddening. Almost like a full body blush. My breathing even more ragged and sharp. My head twitches back and forth ... one side, and the other while my eyes are always trying to maintain contact with yours. 

     The lights from the room reflect off of the beads of sweat that are visible on my chest and stomach and arms and legs. That sweet onion musk starting to fill the air....


Patrick_J: 

     Seeing your cock raging hard as you stroke it I thrust even deeper and harder not letting my eyes move away from yours. Both of us sweating hard now as the scent is really prominent in the air.  My cock is throbbing hard inside you as i feel I'm getting close to erupting.


Gregory_Stein: 

     I feel your body starting to tense up. Your cock inside me twitching, a little. Hitting perfect spots that get me squirming. My own cock twitching as I increase the speed of my jerking....
     "oh yeah... Fuuuuck... Bring me home, Montaaaag."


Patrick_J:

      As I hear you say that I, begin to erupt hard inside you....long thick ropes coming out as i moan in total ecstasy taking the big guy and bringing everything I got home


Gregory_Stein: 

     I feel you began to flood my ass with warm wet shots. My hips thrust up to you to drive you deep... my legs flexing to bring you even closer. My strokings becoming frantic. Even more of a spastic rhythm than my breaths... moments after you begin filling my ass with your seed, my cock starts to spit and sputter... cum splashing on my abs and a little on my chest.....
     "Ooooh FUUUUUUCK "....


Patrick_J: 

     "Ohhhhhhh fuck yeah"...filling your ass deep inside as i see you shoot at the same time and your abs and chest glisten... 😀 at you


Gregory_Stein: 

     My ass clenching around your cock... Almost like i'm trying to squeeze every last drop from you. I hear that smile on your face and I twist my own exhausted features into a sort of smile...
      "Goddamm Montag. You fuck like you damn well mean it.... Shiiiittt."


Patrick_J:

    "Well had to sexy i know you like it pretty hard 😀 and 🔥 🥵 " and didn't want to disappoint you haha


Gregory_Stein: 

    My ass unclenches as I reach up with both hands to the back of your neck and pull you down. Closer. I lick sweat from your chest ...
     "you definitely did not disappoint."


Patrick_J: 

     "Well I'm glad I didn't stud"...feeling you pull me close and begin to lick the sweat off my chest

     I pull you down on top of me then roll us over. I begin to lick your chest. Savoring every drop of sweat as if it were the nectar of the gods. My lips begin to suck on your nipples. First one then the other... grabbing your wrists with each hand and pinning them down at your sides as i continue sucking. The cum from my explosion sliding off my body onto yours then onto the canvas.

    For the first time in a long time, I see the crowd still watching; silently, a little bit shocked that we haven't taken this to a more private venue... But they are definitely not encouraging us to do so.

     I wink to one of the onlookers "Enjoying the show LOLigagger? He kinda fucked me good dint he?" I go back to sucking on your nipples.


Patrick_J: 

     Moaning more as you continue to suck on them and run my hands thru your hair


Gregory_Stein: 

     Enjoying the feel of your hands through my hair. The taste of you in my mouth. That tantalizing onion sweetness in the air. 
     My hips wiggle a bit. Making my growing erection, press against your thigh. Without pulling my mouth away from my task i mumble/moan...
      "Mmmppphhhhmmm Taze so guud"


Patrick_J: 

    Feel you wiggle your hips a bit and your hard tool growing against my thigh as I keep stroking your hair. Softly continuing to moan


Gregory_Stein: 

     There's an almost electrical feeling when your hand, hard calloused, but still soft, touches my scalp. It's briefly increases the quickness of my breathing as I emit quick quiet moans. 
     Switch to the other nipple. Lick the tip over and over before returning to sucking on it. My hand releases a wrist then glides across your body, gathering sweat along the way. I whisper quietly...
      "God damn you Montag... just having you touch me, turns me da fuck on. Can't remember last time I felt this blend of vulnerability linked with empowerment"


Patrick_J: 

     "I do love the way I feel when I'm with you stud." Feeling you switch nipples and work the opposite one now.
     "Well glad we both feel the same way about things" 😀


Gregory_Stein:

      I quietly chuckle as my mouth and my entire body starts to migrate south. My tongue rolling over the hills and valleys your abdominals create. Savoring that taste in my mouth but not lingering too long.
     There's a slow predatory element that indicates a specific destination. Willing to enjoy the sights along the way but not wanting to get distracted from the goal... 
     A sweaty finger presses on your asshole, but doesn't penetrate. In a strange quiet mix of plaintive request and assumed permission I ask"May I?"


Patrick_J: 

     "Mmmmmm"....just look and smile and answer you with no words...moaning as your hand moves south


Gregory_Stein: 

     My middle finger begins to slide in and out of your ass. Very slowly. Giving you time to adjust to its presence. I begin to lick and chew on your obliques. Trying to hit that sometimes elusive spot that most men have. I taste you on my lips and smell you in my nose every time I take a breath.


Patrick_J:

     Laying there moaning more as i feel the presence of your middle finger going inside me while you taste me looking for the spot...
     "mmmmhhhhnnnnmmm"


Gregory_Stein: 

     My mouth is still searching, seeking on those obliques... my hand grabs the opposite side and firmly massages it deep and slow. 
     My finger finally pressing the knuckle against the outside of your ass. Twisting and turning, seeking out the ultimate squirm spot. Every move slow and methodical, but still that predatory hunger being kept barely at bay....


Patrick_J:

      Your mouth finds the spot as does your finger and makes me squirm and moan even louder now...uh uh uh...hands rub your back up and down


Gregory_Stein: 

     I feel that duel response and the intensity of everything i'm doing amplifies, while not seeming to. I keep returning to those specific spots that caused that response. Wanting to drive you into a frenzy. I almost growl at you before returning to that sensitive spot, I found
     "Come on Montag, let's lose our fuckin minds."


Patrick_J: 

     The intense feeling of what you are doing begins to drive me wild and I start to arch up a bit against you as you work both places even more...


Gregory_Stein: 

     My hand on your hip becomes almost like a grip ... like I'm holding on so I don't get washed away by the tide. The finger still sliding in and out and around. 
     Pull my head away from your oblique and shake it vigorously. A small cloud of sweat flings across the room. My hair, now damp, caked to my head under your gentle yet powerful stroking of my hair.
     The smell of our combined sweat mingles together in the air. It almost stings my eyes and I taste it on my lips with every breath.. I feel, more than hear, the steady thumpthumpthump rhythm of your blood pumping through your veins. 
     "God damnmmmnnn"


Patrick_J: 

    Arching and some thrusting as you keep going making me begin to throb as I start to leak a bit from your magic touch. Gripping your sweat soaked hair now and moaning with every move of your finger


Gregory_Stein: 

     When your stroking becomes a grip, the effect is noticeable on me and what i'm doing to you. The speed remains the same, but I keep returning to those spots I've found almost to the exclusion of anything else...  wanting to 'inflict pleasure' upon you.
     A predatory responsiveness to your reactions. An obvious desire to make you feel this with a new intensity. I'm like a lion who wants his prey to enjoy the hunt before it gets devoured...


Patrick_J:

     Feeling the total pleasure of everything you're doing as i keep a grip on your hair, but not pulling it. Moaning in extreme pleasure as you keep returning to those elusive spots driving me crazy


Gregory_Stein:

     I can sense that willing surrender of control. See a hunger in your eyes as tiny creases appear near the edges, from your contracting facial muscles. 
     Without a thought; I pull my finger out of you. Reach my arm underneath you, gripping the opposite shoulder from behind and then pulling to flip you over onto your stomach.
     My hands grip your hips tightly. I pull up bringing you to your knees with your face on the canvas. 
    Once again, I notice the strangely quiet crowd as they watch on in amazement. 
     My cock presses against your asshole as I snarl ... "Ready fer dis Monkey?"...


Patrick_J: 

     Feel you grip and turn me over to my stomach as you start to mount. 
     "Oh yes yes I'm ready for it...take me! take me stud"


Gregory_Stein: 

    The words barely leave your mouth before I thrust forward and pull back with my hands, driving myself deep inside of you in one powerful thrust. 
     I quickly established that rhythm. Quick and solid but gauging your reactions and adjusting them for maximum pleasure effect on you. Those grips on your hips become tighter and tighter. 
     The crowd almost universally raises an eyebrow in surprise. 
     Each time I thrust forward a tiny squeaking noise is created as your sweat soaked body slides across the canvas only to be pulled back as I pull my cock back.


Patrick_J: 

     Grunt as you thrust before I can finish the sentence...driving yourself deep inside of me quick and hard. Moaning loudly with extreme pleasure as you do. 
     Feeling your strong hands keep a tighter grip against my hips as I move forward a bit with each thrust and then get pulled back only to have you repeat the rhythm.


Gregory_Stein: 

     I keep that rhythm going.My breath becoming more excited with each thrust. A wet slap can be heard each time my nuts slap against your ass... Still maintain that firm grip on your hips to pull you into my thrust.
     The air thick with our combined musk.
     I quietly growl at you " you know, a third of these guys wish they were me right now, another third wish they were you, the rest of them are just so blown away by how hot this is that they can't make a decision either way."
     I throw my head back and shake sending sweat flying. 
     I shout so that everyone can hear "Montag why don't you start jerking that beautiful piece of meat you got between your legs. Let's get us both close to arriving at the finish line together shall we?"


Patrick_J: 

     Grunts, groans, and moans as you keep a steady rhythm...yours slapping my ass each time you thrust. Hears your statement and immediately start to stroke at the same time.


Gregory_Stein:   

     You start to stroke, my thrusts become quicker and quicker and quicker. I'm trying to match my rhythm to your stroking. Those little sweat squeaks, as your body slides up and down the mat. 
     Between nearly ecstatic moans and grunts I shout "Oh fuck yeah. Get into it baby. Fuel my fire."


Patrick_J: 

     Knowing how to fuel your fire i increase my stroking rhythm and feel you do the same as i start throbbing hard


Gregory_Stein: 

     That stroking just pushes me forward. I can feel not only my finish line approaching, but yours as well. And that translates into increased intensity of everything I'm doing. 
     Those grips on your hips, letting you know, firm and strong, that I am there and that it's me doing this to you because I want to do this to you.
     I keep jabbing those squirm spots. Leaning forward and lapping up sweat that pools up in the little valleys in your back. My warm breath on your back as I do so. Firm control but you know that I'm being guided by you as well.... you can feel tiny, subcutaneous muscle spasms, wherever my body contacts yours...
     "FUUUUUUCK Monnntaaaag."


Patrick_J: 

     Feeling you keep doing everything as we both cum close to finishing.... moaning in pleasure loudly for all to hear now...
     "Fuck Greg...uh uh uh"...strokes faster and harder


Gregory_Stein: 

     You start to feel my body tensing. From my perspective everything slows down... sounds become slo-mo garble. 
     The smell in the air almost feels like it's just hanging there.  Waiting.  
     Slapping against your ass every time I thrust/pull. My cock inside you twitching. You feel droplets of sweat, hitting your back as I continue to lick at those little pools. 
     "Almost there almost..."


Patrick_J: 

     Feeling everything go slomo now as I keep stroking and throbbing.  My balls start churning and getting tighter...
     "just about ready to explode"


Gregory_Stein: 

     As you make that declaration, I tense up. My entire body rigid as I thrust/pull one last time... rapid fire... machine gun bursts spread a wet warmth deep inside you... 
     "FUUUUUUCK "


Patrick_J:

      "Oh yes yes yes" feeling you fill me. My load erupts at the same time shooting out long thick ropes of man juice all over...


Gregory_Stein: 

     After the twitching and spasming stops I pant like a dog on a hot summer day.  Trying to catch my breath.
     I pull out of you.  I know there wasn't one, but in my head there's an audible pop.  When I completely get out. 
     I flip you over onto your back, then, slide like a snake up to rest my head on your shoulder.  Hearing that thump thump thump thump of your heartbeat.... lazily tracing a swirl around your nipple... 
     "Damn.! Goodgawddam.!!!"


Patrick_J: 

     Breathing heavily as you flip me over and rest your head on me as I just give a big exhausted smile.


Gregory_Stein: 

    After several more moments i just lay there listening to your heartbeat stabilize. 
     "Not saying we should get up right now. I mean, these LOLigaggers, or some of them, are still busy jerking off after watching us ... so the ring ain't gonna be used for a stretch, but I could sure use a dang shower... i smell like an armpit's asshole."


Patrick_J: 

     "Yah I think they enjoyed it as much as we did...and yah definitely use one too lol


Gregory_Stein: 

     "I hope that is not the case. Participatory action is always more enjoyable than observation alone." 
     I lick your chest almost as casually as drawing a breath. 
     "Cause I can guarandam T you thst, I had way more enjoyment being all up in ya than I woulda if I was in the damn peanut gallery"


Patrick_J: 

     And was just as much enjoyment on my end as well...the double fuck was extremely 🔥 🥵


Gregory_Stein: 

     "No disagreement from me there. Hell, I could have walked away, probably a little bowlegged, after you took me to poundtown, and been satisfied, but the fact you let me drive the train around and back to our destination made it even better." 
     Lick your chest once more. Keep playing with your nipple, lazily...


Patrick_J: 

     "Mmmm"...feeling you play lazily with it and smile.
      "Well it was amazing going to poundtown with you and we both got what we wanted.


Gregory_Stein: 

     I look up at you without really moving my head at all. Probably one of the most serious looks I've ever given you... a bit awkward because the seriousness is kind of foreign to me. 
     "You know? I know that I got absolutely more than I could have asked for or wanted from this" breathing still a little bit ragged " but yet something tells me that it wasn't enough. I wish I had more to give right now, just so I could get MORE. Feel me?"


Patrick_J: 

     "Yah I feel you sexy and know exactly what you're saying but we have plenty of time"


Gregory_Stein:

     I lazily rise to my feet and reach out a hand.  Offer you a hand up. 
     "Lets go get a shower... much as it seems like a crime to wash this all away, I do have a lot of you all over me." 
     Big playful, but exhausted grin.

     Take your hand and head for the showers... turning on the water testing the heat, knowing exactly how hot you like it. 

     "God i wish my tank wasn't empty cause you know how much I like a good shower scene." 

     Bigger grin as I step in, under the water.


Patrick_J: 

     Follow you under the water..."shower scene comes next time"


Gregory_Stein: 

     I grab the gel bottle and start to slowly massage your body.  Your chest, shoulders, neck, abs, arms. Working up a good lather. Enjoying your tawt muscles beneath my hands... 
      "Always one if the best parts fer me. This quiet celebration after we've won the race." 
     Chuckle as i get incredibly distracted by my your forearms.. trying to focus on them, maybe so that I don't have to look up at you and in your eyes.


Patrick_J: 

     You grab the gel bottle and starting working up a lather.  I take it from you and pour some in my hand to rub into your chest and abs...as you feel my biceps flex a little


Gregory_Stein:

     I enjoy the feel of the lather and your hands.  Soothing muscles that I didn't really know were quite as tired as I now do. Running my hands over your chest and up behind your back and down through your ass. 
     Grabbing firmly just to feel. A slightly strange lack of eye contact as I continue.  To gel up your body. Appreciating those flexing biceps especially... giving a quick kiss. The foam and lather on my face as I blow it away with a quick exhale and a smile, but still looking down at your biceps.


Patrick_J: 

    Still rubbing and lathering you up and notice you not looking at me. 
     "Okay spill it sexy.  I know you're nervous about something...just tell me"


Gregory_Stein:

     I pay attention to your forearms. You know, I've always appreciated them. But this is still a bit much. I look up at you.As if i'm trying to gather strength...
     For once, I don't have a smartass remark.That alone ought to concern both of us. 
     I stand there longer than I mean to, rubbing the back of my neck like the answer's hidden somewhere between bad posture and wishful thinking. 
     "You know..." I clear my throat. "I've spent an embarrassing amount of time trying to convince myself this was just two idiots wrestling, arguing, stealing each other's hoodies, and occasionally forgetting what personal space is." 
     I glance up at you, then immediately find the shower floor fascinating. 
    "Turns out my brain's got all the situational awareness of a concussed echidna." A nervous chuckle escapes. 
     "So... hypothetically..." I point vaguely between us. "If a fella realized he was several weeks late to understanding something that everybody else probably figured out ages ago..." 
     I scratch at my beard again. "...would it be terribly presumptuous if he asked whether he could start calling the incredibly perseverant bastard standing in front of him his boyfriend?" 
     I finally meet your eyes. "I'd understand if you wanted to make me squirm for a minute first." A crooked grin sneaks onto my face. "...I'd probably deserve it."


Patrick_J: 

     Watching your body reactions as I hear you start to talk a little softly at first. "It would not be presumptuous at all after we started talking and hanging out and having fun my brain already assumes we were without either one of us having to say anything" 😃


Gregory_Stein:

     There is almost a sound in the air; like a pressure valve being released as I exhale and then stare into your eyes with my characteristic affable demeanor. Trying to avoid any further awkwardness, I simply push you against the tile wall and kiss you. We've been passionate before, but this kiss feels so much different.... like we rounded a bend.


Patrick_J:
     Pushed back and respond back to your kiss as we stand under the running water and smile at each other ... this time making eye contact

Published: 2026-07-09, viewed 66 times.

Comments

7

Thomas K

12 days ago

Watching you two go from conversations and small moments to stepping into the ring together was really cool. Neither of you was trying to prove who was better, you were learning each other, pushing each other, and having fun while doing it. That's probably my favorite part. Friendships and anything worth building don't happen all at once. Thanks for sharing something so personal. I'm still getting to know you both, but seeing the respect and trust between you makes it easy to understand why you enjoy each other's company. Looking forward to seeing where your journey takes you both. Believe it! 🥷💪

The Tattooed muscle Brawler

12 days ago

Damn. Reading that got the gym feeling about twenty degrees hotter. I’m used to some heavy action in the ring, but what you two pulled off? That was pure, unadulterated fire.
​It really got my blood pumping guys.
​The rough transition I love a guy who can throw down, but watching Greg switch from a brutal dragon sleeper to slide his hands under that singlet... fuck. The contrast of choking Patrick out and then immediately marking his territory while he's coming to. That’s dominant as hell. The thigh control, having those thick, sweat slicked brawler legs locked tight around Patrick’s head while he’s devouring you. There is nothing hotter than using raw muscle to force someone to taste you. You can practically feel the lightheadedness and the heavy, desperate breathing. The canvas poundtown, and the sheer friction of it, the wet slaps, the sweat dripping onto chest muscles, the "squeaking" on the mat. It wasn’t pretty or polite, it was hard, fast, and desperate. Just two massive, exhausted studs absolutely wrecking each other until they both blew their loads. The wet finish, and ending it pinned against the cold shower tiles, breathing each other in under the hot water, Perfect. This wasn't just a match, it was a clinic on how to turn raw, muscular aggression into absolute submission. It's dirty, heavy, and incredibly hot. If you two ever need a third to keep the ring warm... you know where to find me guy's.

Patrick J

12 days ago

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Thanks Scott it was definitely a hot 🔥 fun time doing the story

David Alexander Meadows

12 days ago

What a read. Great action from start to the end. Some back and forth action in place and well that aftermath....exquisite.
Have to congratulate to both of you for this exciting match / story.

Jason Lundquist

13 days ago

Great as always, Greg, and a great debut published story for Patrick! Great action but the after-action action is particularly hot. Anybody in the LOL could deduce the bond between you guys, but this match really deepens it. It's wonderful to see!

Freaker

13 days ago

A very enjoyable story that mixes solid wrestling with believable character development. The match stays competitive from start to finish, with plenty of reversals before the decisive submission. Greg earns the victory through determination and technique, while the ending gives the story a warm hot finish. Thank you for sharing this well-written story with THE HIGH TABLE.

Patrick J

18 days ago

I really enjoyed spending time and doing this story with Greg

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