Teenagers-Pro-Wrestling

Pabs meet Cole at the LOLounge

PabsTheFighter: Maybe you show me your best moves...my apartment...15 minutes...I'll be waiting...here is the address

Cole_Rogers: "You got it sexy."  Takes the address and gets ready.

PabsTheFighter: Sprawled on sofa when hear door open...stand...arms crossed..."you came!"

PabsTheFighter:

Cole_Rogers: "of course I did," I say, walking in, pausing to look you over. Fuck, so hot. "Looking good." I say, standing there dumbly.

PabsTheFighter: "Get your wrestling gear on and let's see what you know"

Cole_Rogers: There's not much to my gear. I just pull off my shirt and slip off my shorts, leaving me in a black thong. I toss my clothes to the side and walk towards you, eyes hungrily taking you in.

PabsTheFighter: 160# of raw muscle before me...I chuckle deviously..."you wrestle in those?"

Cole_Rogers: "Damn right I do." I say, stopping in front of you, eyes moving over your body and up to your eyes. "You?"

PabsTheFighter: "Only in public...here at the house, I get comfortable"...step out of my skimpy blues...wink..."you mind?"

Cole_Rogers: My jaw drops. "Uh, definitely not," I say, unable to help but stare.

PabsTheFighter: Throw an arm over your shoulder as i walk you to the window...stare silently for a moment..."you're here to showcase your talent...what is your favorite body part to focus on when in ring?"

Cole_Rogers: I follow to the window without a word. "Mine or there's?" I ask finally, chuckling. "I like crushing guys in my legs, breaking their abs, especially if they think they're unbreakable."

PabsTheFighter: "Show me"...I drop down to the floor...leaning on an arm...legs spread...balls on the carpet

Cole_Rogers: I drop to the ground at your words, then quickly and skillfully get my strong legs around your midsection before I start crushing immediately, not too hard just yet, just waiting to see your reaction.

Cole_Rogers:

PabsTheFighter: You drop and lock in...I wait in silence..."you're good but...is this your best?"...I ask with a grin..."don't you dare hold back on Pabs!"

Cole_Rogers: I break into a grin at your words, hooking my ankles together before extending and flexing hard and sharp, the pressure immediate and strong as my quads flare up against the skin.

PabsTheFighter: The sudden intensity impressive...I tap your thigh glad you didn't soften my abs with a 15min round of ab punches

Cole_Rogers: I relax my legs, but I don't let go, grinning at you now as I keep you in them. Then I pulse them suddenly, crushing and relaxing, obviously quite happy to have you right where you are for the moment. That happiness shows as I st art to tent in my gear as well.

PabsTheFighter: Arggghhh...the sudden intensity makes me groan...abs crushed...I see you are playing a game...and I see that your dick grows...slap your leg again..."next hold, stud...surely this isn't your only offensive play!"

Cole_Rogers: "Nah, but it's my favorite. And it's effective, don't you think?" I ask sweetly, as if I'm not crushing you again and again. "I figure I'll soften you up a bit first."

PabsTheFighter: "Fave, huh? That means there is more?"...snap your waistband with my fingers...gently rub your cock outline on your undies..."kid you won't ever soften me"

Cole_Rogers: "Oh there's more," I say, then gasp when you rub my cock, surprised. My legs snap shut extremely tight then. "Sneaky," I gasp out.

PabsTheFighter: Body folds forward as you snap tight...slap your thigh..."alright alright kid...next"

Cole_Rogers: I finally relent, legs opening before I backup to pull them away from you. I move quickly though, trying to shove you to your wide to attempt to sweep up your arms above you in a full nelson.

PabsTheFighter: Lock broken, I inhale deeply...you move quickly and I don't protest...curious...the half nels...ahhhh...full nels...I chuckle..."nice move" I mumble as my face is pressed down

Cole_Rogers: "Thanks," I say, my legs going around you in a figure four, though this time just to keep you in place. I start to pull back on your body then while pushing your head down, working to stretch you out.

PabsTheFighter: I let you get it good and locked down...legs in place...then begin to power out...slowly...all my strength on display...raw power...then I stop...feeling you adjust your arms...slam mine down...trying to break

Cole_Rogers: I grimace a bit as I feel you flex and use your power to start to break out. It's more difficult to keep the hold than I expected, and I work to readjust my grip, trying to stretch you even further in hopes it'll make it more difficult to get out.

PabsTheFighter: Body stretched mercilessly...unable to power out from this seated position...I tap tap..."fuckkk kid"

Cole_Rogers: I let go of your arms, then quickly try to snake an arm around your neck in a rear naked choke, though I don't squeeze. More just the tease of what could happen if I'm in this position.

PabsTheFighter: You release and my skills come in play...chin tucked...grab your arm and pull it straight...twisting your wrist and fingers

Cole_Rogers: "Ahh, shit," I grunt as you avoid the choke, pulling my arm out and twisting my wrist painfully. I grimace a bit, then use my legs that are still figure-foured around your midsection to squeeze tightly, trying to get you to release.

PabsTheFighter: Biting my lower lip, I twist your wrist further, knowing one of us is bound to sub soon

Cole_Rogers: You twist harder and I grit my teeth against the pain, but eventually I have to give in, not sure how long you'll be able to resist my scissors. "Okay I give," I gasp out, relaxing my legs.

PabsTheFighter: Release your arm and roll out ofnthose legs...sweat now running...up to all fours..."next? What's next, stud?"

Cole_Rogers: I reach down to adjust myself, hard in my gear. "Next? I don't know," I say, slowly getting up to my feet. Then I suddenly lunge for you, trying to get on your back, seeing if I can tackle you down onto your stomach.

PabsTheFighter: At 160# you're tough...you attack but my base is broad...college wrestling experiences...you Mount me and I grab your arm flipping and pulling you under...forearm across your throat...a dangerous glimmer in my eye..."what's next?"

Cole_Rogers: I'm surprised as I'm flipped and hit the carpet before you pull me and get an arm across my throat. I gasp in surprise, grabbing your forearm and trying to push it off. I try and get a foot under you so I can attempt to push you away.

PabsTheFighter: You wiggle and squirm...trying in vain to move my arm...I laugh loudly...grab your left arm and fold it behind your head...your tight chest even tighter...sitting on your abs, I ball up a fist and playfully punch your left pec...over and over...stopping, I say, "you never asked my fave"...few more punches to that stretched left pec..."kinda rude, huh?"...harder punch...same spot..."it's the heart punch, stud...ever used it or seen it?"...I wait

Cole_Rogers: You sit on me now, pinning my arm behind my head, leaving me only one free to try and push up at you. When you mention not asking your fave I actually go a little red. "My bad..." I admit, then grimace when you keep punching my pec. You ask me about the heart punch and I just shake my head no, not sure what it is.

PabsTheFighter: "Well, its been banned in most fight clubs, for good reason"...slug your pec..."and I won't heart punch u today "...another hit..."but I'd like to see you use it sometime soon"...one hard fist to the spot and I roll off...not interested in hurting my little friend

Cole_Rogers: Banned? That flows through my mind and I wonder just what it could be. I wrinkle my nose as you keep working my pec before you finally roll off. I lower my arm and sit up quickly, rubbing my chest. "Oh yeah? You'll have to show me then," I say, curious.

PabsTheFighter: "Later, kid...what's next...impress me"...spread arms wide as I sit before you

Cole_Rogers: I get to my feet, then move quickly, trying to get around behind you. I attempt to force you forward so I can grab one of your legs and work to bend it up to keep you from being able to roll over so I can keep working.

PabsTheFighter: Your quick...almost as if you had this planned...pressed forward, you fold a leg up behind me...you couldn't possibly know legwork is some of my favorite action...so effective and relatively little effort from guy on top...chest to carpet, I wait

Cole_Rogers: I get my knee on top of your bent leg, keeping you down, then quickly reach forward to try and get my hands under your chin to start and pull you up backwards in a makeshift camel clutch.

PabsTheFighter: Ahhhh...leg torgued...your hands clasp under my chin and arch me back...press the carpet with my hands to reduce the pain...but it hurts

Cole_Rogers: I pull back even further, wanting to bend you good. Once I get you back enough I wrap an arm around the front of your face, working to get you in a dragon.

PabsTheFighter: Back arched...I'm beginning to bone up...you wrap an arm and I'm caught under your pit...tap tap tap

Cole_Rogers: I ease off the stretch, leaning forward, but again I don't let you go right away. I hold you at less of a stretch for a few seconds, then start to slowly bend you back again, wanting to draw it out teasingly.

PabsTheFighter: Just like the scissor, you play with me...releasing then pulling back...my lower back in agony...I groan, "fuckerrrrr"

Cole_Rogers: I just chuckle, holding you a little longer before lowering you down. Then without a word I spin on your ass, letting your leg go just to try and grab them and get them under my arms.

PabsTheFighter: Heart pounding...I can't believe my luck finding this guy at the Lounge...you release and I drop to the carpet...relieved and able to inhale without pain...you spin and before I know it, you're locking my ankles under your pits....I try to counter

Cole_Rogers: I get my knees on either side of your legs as you try to get out, keeping my balance. I try to push to my feet then, working to get your legs in better positioning to see if I can start a boston crab.

PabsTheFighter: Back already fucked from the dragon...I freak out...was in a match just last night that ended with me in a crab...grab your ankle and grip tight...trying to upset your balance

Cole_Rogers: You grab my ankle and despite my best attempts, I'm still trying to get my footing. I stumble a bit, wobbling, then fall ass first back onto your ass, keeping control of your legs at the same time and bending you regardless.

PabsTheFighter: The grab upsets your balance but inadequate to free my legs...now torqued wayyyyy back...body in a C position...I moan, "enough I tap, bitch"

Cole_Rogers: I let you go immediately this time, the bend more than I'd wanted to get you in anyways. "Fuck, are you okay? I'm sorry, you tripped me up. I should've let go." I get up and turn to face you, looking concerned.

PabsTheFighter: Rolling to my back...hand to spine...legs fall wide...I smile, "no worries, stud! You're a man of many moves...quite the arsenal. Have any other that don't focus on my back?"...raise a hand so you'll pull me to standing

Cole_Rogers: I pull you up when you offer your hand, smiling faintly. "Uh, well, not unless you want me slamming you into the carpet," I chuckle.

PabsTheFighter: Standing in front...I place a hand to your shoulder..."nahhhh...no body slams today"...stepping closer, I begin to rub my half-staff cock to you...wink

Cole_Rogers: You start to rub against me and it instantly has me at full staff again. I reach down without hesitation to grab you, giving you a stroke to try and get you fully staffed.

PabsTheFighter: My eyes close and open slowly...your hand working magic...my hands trail down along your shoulders...to your chest...fingers find your nips and begin rolling them gently

Cole_Rogers: My nipples harden under your attention as I keep jerking you. I stop just long enough to drop my own gear, standing naked in front of you before I return to stroking you.

PabsTheFighter: You lower your trunks and release your beast...my chest rises as i breathe deeply...silence except for the hammer of our hearts...twist those nips...flick...scrape with my thumbnail...wanting a mix of pleasure and pain

Cole_Rogers: My face gets a little screwy as you continue to play with my nips, a hint of pinching pain and scraping with the pleasure keeping me hard. I keep stroking you, then lean in to kiss you gently.

PabsTheFighter: Our lips meet and I'm electrified...unable to refrain, I scoop you up in my arms and carry you to the hottub...stepping up and into it...all on my balcony...slowly lower...pull you onto my lap as i lick your neck

Cole_Rogers: I gasp in surprise when you lift me, and my arms go around your neck over your shoulders to help keep me upright. I keep kissing as you carry me and we get to the hot tub. As we settle in my head tilts back, giving you access to my neck as my hands move to your hair to start running through it.

PabsTheFighter: Now, fully boned...I lift you and lower you down onto my sword...your head back, I see you grimace..."you ok?"...my hands reach around to stroke you as I wait a response

Cole_Rogers: "Fuck yeah," I gasp, not having expected it, but more than willing and wanting. I try to relax around you as I go lower and lower.

PabsTheFighter: Breaking thru your outer ring is slow going...I don't want you hurt but I need to be deep...you slide down my pole...veins in your neck pop, telling me you're feeling it...balls deep, I stop...stroking you faster

Cole_Rogers: I can't help but moan in pleasure as your huge cock brushes my prostate and you stroke me, my ass sliding over you tightly. "Fuck that's good," I gasp out.

PabsTheFighter: Making waves, I begin a slow and steady fuck of this stud...this wrestler who has an arsenal of moves...just at the start of his career...I stand...lifting you on my cock...lock you in a full Nelson and piston fuck you so all the world can see..."yeehah, go cowboy" I shout to the street below

Cole_Rogers: I moan as you lock me up in the full nelson, my arms above my head, unable to stop you or resist. It's amazingly hot. I ride you as best as I can as you fuck me, soft moans and groans of pleasure escaping as we go.

PabsTheFighter: I whisper, "I'd let you fuck me if you'll fight Derek and win!"...rocking you hard...water splashing and running down across the balcony...I slam deep and feel the tingle...know it's time...pull back and slam your prostate then explode...whitewashing your guts...flooding you until you drip

Cole_Rogers: "Oh fuck," I gasp out as I feel you flood my insides, sending me right over the edge as I seed the hot tub, body flexing in your grip as you hold me.

PabsTheFighter: Your muscled body tenses and I know what's up...your ass tightens around my tool...I smile...unlocking the full nels...lifting you off my cock...inhale deeply as I whisper, "I must run, kid...remember what I said about Derek...he's your Golden Ticket to this ass"...