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Vengeance Time As Kirk Takes On Mark Once Again For A Re-Match

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Mark McCoy

Kirk the Kid

Kirk the Kid

it's back to another packed house at the underground wrestling club to take on the cocky Mark McCoy again looking for revenge after losing my first match against him in this very club.....making my way to the ring to a mixture of cheers and boos.....climbing up on the ring apron....stepping into the ring....stretching out on the ropes......

my 5'11" 170lb muscled body pumped up for this rematch in my blue speedo...blue boots....blue elbow and knee pads....standing in the middle of the ring waiting for my opponent to make his entrance.....

Mark McCoy

I wait to make my entrance, shaking out my thighs and rolling my neck as I watch you climb into the ring. I'm feeling good about this. I beat you last time out so I know I can do it again, though I've heard on the grapevine that you were pretty sore at going down to a rookie and are aiming to get your revenge big time. "Bring it on," I think.

I start to trot down the aisle, some slaps to my back and maybe even more to my ass, tight in my usual red trunks matching the red kneepads and setting off my silver boots. I pull up onto the apron and slip through the ropes, 5'8" and 154lbs of wrestling energy leaning into my corner.

Kirk the Kid

feel my cock stirring as you enter the ring in that tight red speedo...showing off your smaller muscled body....all the memories of our first hard fought match flooding back in my head and so looking forward to evening the score with this hottie.......

ref calling us out to the middle to go over the rules.....asks if we're ready....both nodding yes....know I'm more than ready.......calls for the bell.....

reach out to shake your hand......."get ready to go down to the Kid this time Mark"...big grin on my face.....as I pull you toward me and drive the toe of my boot up into your wide open abs....bending you over....putting my hand on the back of your neck looking out at the already booing crowd's reaction to the Kid's opening move....

Mark McCoy

I snap my trunks as the bell rings and move into the centre of the ring where you're offering me a handshake. I hesitate for a moment, but hey, you're a wrestler, I'm a wrestler, and we have to have respect for each other so I reach out, just as I hear several warning shouts from the guys. Too late; you pull me hard towards you and drive the breath from my body as you kick hard into my untensed abs.

I gasp for air, momentarily too surprised to react as you stand over me.

Kirk the Kid

pull your head in under my armpit.....grab the side of your speedo....jerk you straight up in the air....holding you there letting the blood rush to your head...take my hand off the side of your speedo...holding you up with your head locked under my armpit....thrust 1 finger up in the air....then a second finger....finally a third finger counting out the time I'm holding you up with my fingers......

then fall to my back slamming yours into the canvas with my suplex....the canvas shaking under us......

Mark McCoy

I crash to the canvas, bouncing from the impact and holding my back as I roll around on the mat. Fuck. First my abs, now my back. Forget respect, this means war, and if that's what this asshole wants, that's what he'll get. I scramble to the ropes and to a kneeling position, taking a moment to focus and force the ache in my spine to the back of my mind, watching you to see what you do and ready to act.

Kirk the Kid

see you kneeling with your back against the ropes....know from our first match have to stay on top of you if I can....break you down as I move in on you quickly....throw your arms over the top rope....pull up the middle rope to lock your arms up tightly in those top two ropes.....

crowd screaming out as I grab your hair....jerk your head back....lean my head over...."this is starting out better than I had hoped pretty boy" can't resist your so hot.....leaning my head down to lay a hot kiss on you as the ref yells at me about locking your arms up in the ropes.....crowd JEERING loudly.....

Mark McCoy

I splutter against your kiss, trying to force a dominance on me that I refuse to accept. I arch my head back, leaning into the ropes to support me as I pull up my legs, my knee "accidentally" connecting with your bulge, and lock on a body scissors, pumping my thighs and squeezing your taut oblique muscles.

Kirk the Kid

breaking the kiss as your knee drives up into my hard bulge in my speedo....gasp out in surprise and pain....crowds jeering turning to cheering as I am about to move my hands down to rub my sore throbbing bulge when your legs come up...wrap around my waist in a tight leg scissors now....crushing my rib cage....my hands on your thighs trying to break the scissors as the ref unlocks your arms from those top two ropes.....

Mark McCoy

Too busy trying to push away the iron grip of my thighs to watch me, as the ref unties one arm I reach forward while the other is still supported to hook the back of your neck, the other joining it as that one is freed. Working fast, hoping to get the timing right, I drop my legs from your waist and twist us 45% then drop back, bringing a boot up into your abs for a single boot stomach throw.

Kirk the Kid

feel your one arm locking around the back of my neck to force my head down and foreward....your thighs contining to crush my rib cage.....then releasing them as your other arm locks around my head as well as you come down to your boots.....twisting me now as you bring a boot up into my ripped abs....driving the air out of my mouth as I land on my back on the canvas...abs heaving.....

Mark McCoy

I have little time to gloat as I turn and see you on the canvas and in distress, as I know I have to keep up the pressure and the weakeners. I roll to kneeling, grabbing your nearest foot and locking it under my arm pit as I stand. I give a quick couple of kicks hard into the thigh muscle, then switching to hand hold, I roll forward, extending your leg before snapping it as I release and continue onto my feet.

Kirk the Kid

feel my leg being locked up under your armpit as you get up to your boots pulling my leg up with you.....taking it out of your armpit....holding my boot as you slam your boot int the back of my thigh again and again.....my hands slapping the canvas as you suddenly roll forward bringing my leg with you and snapping it into the canvas as you roll back up to your boots and I roll to my side...my hands down rubbing that one leg and the back of my thighs as they pulsate in pain......

Mark McCoy

On my feet, I turn to see you rolling, holding your thigh. About what you deserve, I think, before pushing past the ref to get at you. Any thoughts of going for an early submission are forgotten, I just want to make you suffer more before I take another win over you. I use my foot to force you onto your front then stand on your thighs, facing your head, reaching down and behind me, looking to hook your boots round my calves.

Kirk the Kid

feel you standing on the back of my thighs now....that one thigh still burning from your boot blows into the back of it....pinning the front of my thigns into the canvas....feel you reaching for my boots to try to pull them up and wrap them around your calves....know where this is going.....reach my hands back....grabbing at your wrists....trying to yank your hands off my boots as I begin to rock from side to side trying to dislodge you....my bulge grinding into the canvas under me with each roll from side to side.....

Mark McCoy

The guys are yelling as they watch us grappling in the centre of the ring, not the prettiest of sights (well, maybe I still am...) or most skilled grappling, but that is not the point; we're fighting for survival here. I try to bat your hands away but you are unrelenting so instead I try to grasp your wrists, but your rocking eventually unbalances me and I topple sideways.

Kirk the Kid

it worked.....your feet coming off my thighs as you fall off me onto your side....know I've got to make a move to get myself back into this match and to give myself some time to rebuild.....reach over...grab your hair....pull your head in between my legs and lock my ankles together on your back smothering your face into my hard bulge in my tight speedo....."yeah inhale that manscent for a while punk"....grinning into your eyes as I flex my hard thighs around your head......

Mark McCoy

You are on me before I can regroup, and, as ever, looking for an underhand way to get the advantage, you pull my hair to force my head between your legs, pressing my face into your sweaty bulge, the hardness of your cock jammed against my mouth as I gag on your manky muskiness. Your cocky taunt riles me, as it was meant to, and I remind myself this is war, our rivalry has gone way beyond good clean wrestling. I claw the back of your thighs, one still red from my kicks, and open my mouth just enough to sink my teeth into your bulge.

Kirk the Kid

I flex my thighs around your head to crush it and force your face even more into my throbbing cock in my wet speedo as precum spurts out of my slit into my trunks and through it onto your nose and lips.....I flex my one bicep making sure you see me doing it and then bring my hand down to rub the back of that thigh you had booted earlier.....

your hand begins to claw into the back of that still sore thigh when you suddenly clamp your teeth down on my hard bulge.....I HOWLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL out releasing you from my crotch smothering scissors as I roll away from you cupping my hand over my bitten bulge...."you dirty bitch"....moaning out at you.....

Mark McCoy

I roll the opposite way, onto my knees and raising my hands up in an innocent gesture as I look at the ref. "I never did anything, ref! It's another of his tricks!" I stand as the ref goes over to check on you as you massage your crotch then comes back to me, finger wagging, telling me that something happened and that the two of us need to take it back a step or two before we both get disqualified. He says that he wants us to take a moment to cool it, and tells us to shake hands before continuing and fighting clean and fair. "Sorry ref," I say, moving forward, hand stretched out.

Kirk the Kid

hear the ref talking to you giving me more time to rub my bitten bulge as I grab for the ropes and pull myself back up to my feet...adjusting my cock in my wet speedo as you begin to move toward me looking to lock up again....figure it's time to begin working you over in some of my holds and break you down now as I bounce my back off the ropes using them for momentum coming toward you leaping in the air....slamming my feet into your pecs with my drop kick sending you to the canvas as I roll up to my knee spreading my arms out showboating for the crowd......

Mark McCoy

I pay the price for listening to the ref and thinking you'd ever fight fair when your boots slam into my chest and send me sprawling. If they'd landed on my chin I might have been in real trouble but my anger overrides the impact to my pecs; I heave in a deep breath and am on the move instantly. I roll round onto my knees and see you showboating, your back to me. We'll see about that... I'm up fast, leaning back and repaying the compliment with a drop kick smack between your shoulder blades.

Kirk the Kid

well my showboating is short lived as I suddenly feel that drop kick of yours right between my blades as it sends me face first into the canvas.....crowd loving this.....crawl for the corner.....pulling myself up using the corner ropes....arching my back and giving it a rub between my shoulder blades.....glarring at you as you get to your feet in the middle of the ring....charge out of the corner slamming my muscled forearm into your throat with my closesline......

Mark McCoy

I'm up, bouncing boot to boot and fists clenched. I dart forward as you start to rise, then come to an abrupt stop as your arm slams into my throat. I stagger back, fighting to keep my balance, my hand clawing at my neck as I cough and choke. I stumble into the ropes, but muscle memory reminds me that's not a good place to be where you're concerned and I spin round and round along the ropes and past the corner to try to prevent you attacking me and to gain a bit of time.

Kirk the Kid

see you rolling along the ropes rubbing your throat....gasping out for air....move in on you quickly.....lock you into a side headlock and move along the ropes raking your eyes into them as the ref yells at me to break the hold.....begins to count 1..2 as I let go of the side headlock when we reach the next corner....backing away...arms up in the air pleading innocence as the ref gets in my face warning me about that kind of move.....crowd BOOING the Kid loudly......

Mark McCoy

I hang over the ropes, hands to my eyes that are blurred and stinging from your typically cheating loser ways. The boos are little compensation for the way you're trying to dominate this fight, and though I appreciate the support, the pain just solidifies my determination that the only one who can stop you is me. I turn to face the ring, blinking to clear my vision, and see you, hands up, all Mr Innocent as the ref lays down the law. I move forward determinedly and, pushing the ref aside, I grab me a handful of your crotch and start to squeeze as hard as I can as the boos turn to cheers.

I hear the ref yelling at me to release, and I yell back at him as I stare you in the face, "You can disqualify him, or me, or us both, but that won't stop me ripping his balls off and kicking his fat ass all over this ring!"

Kirk the Kid

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH scream out as your hand clamps on my cock and balls in my speedo....hoping from boot to boot...face grimacing in pain...."MY BALLS REF....MY BALLS".....

Mark McCoy

"Something up, Kirky boy? It's not like you're ever gonna need them..." I tighten my grip as the ref starts to prise his way between us, one hand to each of our chests as he tries to push us apart, but that only increases the pressure on your bulge. With increasing frustration and anger at losing control of the bout while the fans are whistling and hooting, the ref as he turns to force his body sideways somehow catches my crotch with his knee. I gasp in shock and pain, releasing my hold on your bulge and increasingly hardening cock, and stagger back, hands clasped to my trunks, bent over and groaning.

Kirk the Kid

nobody in the arena knows what happened as you drop your tight grip on my bulge and stagger back massaging your own bulge now....I for one am grateful for whatever it was that happens as my hands move down to massage my bulge as well.....ref moving away from between us.....calling us to resume the match as we look at each other....faces grimacing as we boh rub our bulges.....the buzz of the crowd settling down as they try to figure out what happened and look to see where this match goes next.......

"truce on using dirty moves on each other for the rest of this match Mark....stick to good clean wrestling so I can clain victory cleanly over you....what do you say" as I pull my hands off my balls and reach one hand out to shake.....

Mark McCoy

I look deep into your eyes, trying to assess where this is coming from; is this genuine or another of your tricks? I turn to look at the guys, many shaking their heads and some shouting out, "No! Don't trust him!" I look back at you, then down at your hand. With a quick, almost imperceptible nod I move forward, running a finger under the elastic of my trunks as the ache subsides. I lean forward tentatively, ready to react if you try anything, and stretch out to grip your hand.

Kirk the Kid

you accept the handskake as I pump your hand and then pull you into me....pressing our sweaty pecs....abs and bulges together....breaking the handshake as my arm comes up to grab the back of your neck with my hand turning your head slightly to the side...my other hand comes up to rub over your pec mound and rub my thumb over your hard nipple as my head leans forward to lay a hot mankiss on you.....loud GASP rising from the crowd.....

Mark McCoy

I brace myself as you pull me towards you, my free hand forming a fist, when I become completely disoriented as our sweat-slicked bodies seem to meld together as you caress my chest and lean in to kiss me long and hard and sweet. I feel my knees buckle slightly at your touch, my cock aching again and in a very different way, and confused thoughts whirl in my head. Fuck, I think, how can I wrestle this guy after this, before the realisation dawns what is really driving our antagonism and desire to win... raw animal attraction.

Kirk the Kid

breaking the kiss....giving you a wink as we back away from each other and begin to circle....then thrust into each other with the classoc collar and elbow lockup...grnting against each other...muscles flexing...shoving each other around the ring...crowd buzzing again......

Mark McCoy

We break apart, and I take a moment to refocus and remind myself that this is still a fight and a fight I want to win... maybe even more so now, with an extra charge firing my desire to lock up and feel that taut muscular body in my grip. The guys are cheering and whooping with renewed energy, relishing the new dynamic that has entered this showdown between us as we grapple and twist looking for the upper hand.

Kirk the Kid

your tough....this back and forth shoving into each other not getting us anywhere when I suddenly let up on the collar and elbow catching you by surprise and locking your head down into a side headlock now.....

Mark McCoy

You switch into the side headlock but I'm not going to give you the chance to capitalise it. Wrapping my arms round your waist I lean back and lift you up then bring you down with an atomic drop on my bended knee.

Kirk the Kid

working that side headlock on you when your arms suddenly wrap around my waist....lifting me up off my boots as you drop to a knee and slam my tailbone down over that extended knee forcing me to release the headlock as I hop around the ring jumping from one boot to the other with my hands back rubbing my sore tailbone......

Mark McCoy

I jerk upright, considering a drop kick follow up but can't rely on timing it right with you hopping around so instead I reach out to grab your nearest wrist to whip you into the opposite ropes.

Kirk the Kid

still grimacing from the atomic drop when you grab my one wrist....whip my back into the ropes as they bend back from the power of the throw and my body rebounds back off them back toward the middle of the ring.....

Mark McCoy

Now for the drop kick. As you ricochet off the ropes I prepare to leap up and aim my boots at your chin, but a flashback of you leaning in to kiss me and the memory of your mouth on mine distracts me momentarily when I focus on your face. I shake my head, there's no time for that, and spring up on the attack.

Kirk the Kid

rebounding off the ropes.....your boots slamming into my pecs sending me up off my boots and back down to the canvas.....rolling back and forth....my hands over my reddened pec mounds.....

Mark McCoy

I roll and stand, heaving a relieved breath that my timing wasn't off after my loss of concentration. I move forward to continue the attack, but the referee, wary of things getting out of hand again, holds me back as he counts you on the canvas.

1ah!

2ah!

3ah!!!

Kirk the Kid

roll to the corner....grabbing the ropes....pulling myself up and turning my back against the corner turnbuckle....your boot imprints on my throbbing pec mounds.....giving them another rub as the ref calls off the count.....

Mark McCoy

"Wrestle on!" he calls, and I dart forward, head down to head butt your exposed abs as you rub your chest. Then hit your abs with another shoulder blow.

Kirk the Kid

oooooooooooooppppppppppphhhhhhh your shoulder drives into my abs...doubling me over slightly....air blowing out of my mouth....my ass sliding back over middle turnbuckle as you nail me with another shoulder blow into my wide open abs....coughing and gasping out for air.....

Mark McCoy

Wanting to keep up the attacks and move you around the ring to keep you disoriented, I lock on a side head chancery and pull you away from the corner before dropping to a knee and using the hold to throw you across the ring. I am up to standing fast, bouncing from boot to boot and charged with adrenaline.

Kirk the Kid

pulling my head down under your sweaty armpit now in a front face lock....pulling me out of the corner doubled over....suddenly dropping to a knee and tossing me up and over releasing my head from your pit as my back slams into the canvas hard....sore abs heaving and sweating.....crowd roaring......

Mark McCoy

Pumped up with adrenaline, feeling I'm taking control I race forward. I resist the temptation to grab a handful of you blond locks to yank you up. "Fight fair, remember." Instead, I go for your legs, lifting them up to tuck under my pits, shifting position to put you on the diagonal. I drop back, looking to jettison you across the ring and head first into the turnbuckle.

Kirk the Kid

still rubbing my sore back when you quickly jerk my legs up....lock my boots under your armpits.......suddenly dropping to your back and sending me flying toward the corner as you release my boots....flying through the air...slamming my head into the turnbuckle....falling face first into the canvas.....head spinning.....crowd appaulding your move as my bulge humps into the canvas under me and my glutes shake up in the air of my tight speedo....

Mark McCoy

I turn and rise quickly, feeling now might be the time to nail this second win as you lie, face down and grovelling on the canvas. I pull you to the centre of the ring and push you onto your back with my foot, flash my flexed biceps at the guys then drop down on you in a reverse sbp, my ass in your face and my hands pressing down into your heaving abs, your bulge proud in your trunks damp with sweat... and maybe something else.

1ah!!!!!

Kirk the Kid

pulled out into the middle of the ring....kicked over to my back....mmmmmmrrrrrrrrrrrpppppppppppppphhhhhh your ass dropping down smothering my face....inhaling your sweaty ass scent...my nose up into your crack.....your hands pressing down on my sweaty heaving abs.....ref drops down...slaps the canvas and yells out ONE......

Mark McCoy

Smothering your face, feeling your hot breath on my ass and hearing the cheers and whistles of the guys, I feel that this might be the moment. I press harder into your abs, massaging them and rubbing a finger round your navel, I hold my breath as I wait for the count to continue...

2ah!!!!

Kirk the Kid

flexing your glutes against my face....cutting off my air....making me inhale more of your ass scent....my cock surging in my speedo wetting it with more precum....mmmmrrrrrppphhhhh your hands pressing down on my abs....your finger working into my navel.....ref slaps the canvas again and yells out TWO.......

can't lose to this hot rookie again....suddenly thrust my legs up...lock them around your head...smother your face into my speedo covered ass now and pull you forward and off me onto your back on the canvas....turn my hold into a fig 4 ass smothering scissors....sucking fresh air into my lungs again as I reach back and grab my one boot to pull on it and smother your face even deeper into my ass..."yeah how do you like it punk"....hissing at you.....

Mark McCoy

I hear the two count and ready myself to flex in victory over my rival when you fight back. A rookie error in leaning too far forward left me open to the leg scissors counter and instead of my ass smothering your face, mine is locked hard into your taut butt cheeks leaving me gasping for air as you tighten your grip on the figure four. Fuck, I'm in big trouble here.

Kirk the Kid

flex my thighs around your head to tighten up on the fig 4 ass smothering scissors.....take my hand off my boot and flick my fingers on your hard nipples....listening to your muffled moans coming from my ass......"you really thought you could beat me again Mark....can't say much for your chances now"....laughing out as I rub my hand over your hard bulge in your trunks then bring it up to grab my boot again to pull it forward to tighten up on the scissors again.....

Mark McCoy

You increase the pressure, my bulge swelling as you play with my nipples and rub my crotch, my cock betraying me as you trap me in this submission hold. I roll side to side, trying to get some relief or look for an opening to escape or counter but in my heart I know that this is it. The plummet from anticipating a win to having to hold out for as long as I can before an inevitable defeat is gut wrenching, but I'm determined to make you work as hard for it as I can, and I start to claw at your sides and your ass.

Kirk the Kid

feel your fingers clawing into my rib cage and my ass cheeks.....that hurts.....feeling the stings of your clawing as I unlock the fig 4 ass smothering scissors to roll sit up with my ass pressing down on your face again....my knees on either side of your head....my hands rubbing down over my rib cage then flexing my biceps over top of you.....

Mark McCoy

There's a moment of relief as you release the figure four and I roll over onto my back, trying to get much needed oxygen into my lungs but you are on me again, your ass smothering my face. Again I struggle to breaths and I feel myself start to go faint. In desperation I kick up my legs with what strength I have left, locking them around your head in my scissors on your neck, pulling them down to topple you over onto your back as I lock you into my figure four ass smothering scissors now.

Kirk the Kid

suddenly your legs thrust up locking around my head....smothering my face into your ass now as you pull me forward off your face and onto my back locking your legs around my head in a tight fig 4 ass smothering scissors....pulling on your boot to smother my face even tighter into your ass...my nose pressed up into your trunks covered crack....inhaling your ass scent now....mmmmmmmmrrrrrrrpppppppphhhhhhhh......totally turning the hold around on me in your reversal and the guys are loving it.....

Mark McCoy

Momentarily nonplussed at getting the head scissors, my sweat-matted chest heaving as I gulp in air, I react almost on muscle memory. It's payback time and no way am I gonna let this opportunity pass. I feel your hands grip my thighs as I bury your face in my ass, your nose rubbing against my butt crack, pumping my thighs to increase the pressure and torquing the hold by pulling back on my boot. Shit, this feels good... "Hey Kirk, what you gonna do now, jobber boy? Can't say I'm not generous, giving you a present of my man scent."

Kirk the Kid

mmmmmmmmmrrrrrrrrrrrppppppppphhhhhhhhhhh now it's my oxygen being cut off.....your glutes flexing against my smothered face....your ass cheeks flexing against my nose in your crack....my head and lungs filling with your ass scent....my cock surging and wetting my speedo with more precum as my cock and balls are totally outlined in my wet trunks as it clings around them like a second skin now......

MMMMMMMMMMRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHH my muffled moans grow louder as I feel you pulling back on that boot again....increasing the pressure of my face into your ass....your thighs flexing around my head....crushing it....my face reddening as you taunt me about giving me a present of your ass scent....can't respond with my mouth so tightly pressed against your glutes.....bring my one hand up and give you the finger.....

Mark McCoy

Got to admire your guts as you give me the finger, but hey, not going to ignore your offer and, still pulling hard on my boot and squeezing the life out of your hot body, I lean forward and start to lick and suck it while gyrating my ass against your smothered face. "Just surrender to the pleasure and the pain, Kirk," I murmur from the side of my mouth, "say those magic words and you can have the full enjoyment of this cock of mine that you want so much."

Kirk the Kid

pulling back on that foot again to tighten up your ass smothering scissors...cutting off more and more of my air....crushing my head in your hard thighs....taunting me again....reminding me of our last match where you forced me to suck on your cock after defeating me.....can't let that happen again.....mmmmmmmrrrrrrppppppphhhhhhhh....my muffled moans growing weaker coming from your ass as this time I thrust up the middle fingers of both hands to give you my answer......

Mark McCoy

Not taking anything for granted I tentatively release your boot to grab both your wrists, pumping my thighs as I roll to the side taking you over onto your back so the weight of my ass is fully on your face. I feel your hot, moist breath on my crack and the slight vibration of your lips as you mutter and struggle for breath making my shaft strain in my red trunks. Still holding your hands, I take one and rub it all over my sweaty pecs; the other I press into your own abs and down towards the ramrod outline of your cock.

Kirk the Kid

some relief as you take your hand off your boot and grab both my wrists now rolling me over onto my back with my head still locked up in your fig 4 ass smothering scissors as you settle your muscled weight down on my face now with the back of my head now arched up against the back of your boot to keep my face tightly pressed into your ass as more and more of your overwhelming ass scent fills my head and lungs...cutting off more and more of my air......mmmmmmrrrrrrrrrpppppppppphhhhhhhhh......

feel you pulling one of my hands up to rub it over your sweaty pec mounds while you pull the other one down to rub it over my sweaty heaving abs.....then aliding it down towards my outline of my cock and balls in my wet thong.....MMMMMMMMRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPHHHHH panic as my muffled moans grow louder and my muscled sweaty body weakens even more.....

:Mark McCoy

I ride your face, tautening and relaxing my ass cheeks as I rub them against your mouth. I release your hands and reach forward to grab your thighs, then pull back on them and roll you up into a folding press with your legs locked under my arms, your trunks tight on your ass as it stretches into the air for the guys to get a good look.

I lean back to increase the force on your head and shoulders. "Your call, Kirky Loser Boy, what's it gonna be? A pin or a submission or a knock out... of, if you really want, defeat by emission..." As I say this last, I move my right hand to between your thighs and start to gently and rhythmically massage your crotch.

Kirk the Kid

mmmmmmrrrrrrrrrppppppppphhhhhhh face smothered even tighter as you grab my thighs....pull my legs up and back locking them under your arms....arching my back in two....putting my ass on display for the cheering crowd....feel you leaning back to cut off more of my air....to force me to inhale more of your ass scent....hear you taunting me as I feel your hand sliding over my wet bulge in my speedo.....feel it spurting out more precum into my already wet trunks.....

back burning in this arched position....arms pinned down under your knees.....face totally smothered into your muscled trunks covered glutes....cock rock hard in my wet speedo....can't move you....can't breathe.....my body shudders then goes totally limp.....out cold and ko'd in this ass smothering scissors of yours in this rolled up pinned position.....

Mark McCoy

The ref is in watching closely, and is raising his arm to count the pin when he becomes concerned. I know why, feeling your body go limp in my hold, all resistance at an end as your precum soaks your speedo and my hand. "He's out, McCoy, release the hold!"

I grin at the guys, then let go of your legs to let them flop onto the canvas. I stand, wiping your cum over my pecs, matting the hair on my chest. I flex and turn, putting one boot on your chest, my excitement at a second clear victory over you obvious for all to see as my cock makes a flagpole in my trunks. "Gonna make it official, ref, count him out?"

Kirk the Kid

out cold under you as you release my legs and they flop back down to the canvas.....getting up to your boots as your ass comes off my face.....ref raising your arm to signal your 2nd straight win over me as you plant one of your boots on my sweaty pecs....crowd going crazy with this 2nd big win of yours over the veteran Kid....your hard cock in your speedo thrusting out.....

ref listening to you as he drops down to lift one of my arms and lets it go as it flops to the canvas....yells out ONE....lifts it again...lets it go....drops to the canvas again....yells out TWO.....lifts it for the 3rd time...lets it go...drops like a stone thudding down into the canvas again....yells out THREE.....calls for the bell.....

crowd going CRAZY.......

Mark McCoy

Oh fuck, yeah! Part of me can't believe it, taking this stud down again, especially when he was so confident before the fight, that cocky attitude making this even sweeter than the first time. I dance round the ring, arms raised, as the guys cheer and whistle, then turn and see you still groggy on the canvas. I saunter over, a lop-sided grin on my face, and start rubbing my boot over your crotch."Hey Kid, time to wake up... and pay up, loser jobber boy."

Kirk the Kid

feel something rubbing over my crotch as my eyes slowly begin to open and focus....sucking fresh air into my lungs as I lift my head to give it a shake....sweat shaking off my blonde hair....see that grin on your face as I realize what I'm feeling is your boot rubbing over my hard cock in my wet speedo....your ass scent still lingering on my nostrils......

slap my hands into the canvas as I realize I have lost to you again.....CAN'T BELIEVE IT.....crowd roaring out cheering as you look down at me telling me it's time to pay up again....calling me a loser jobber boy....."screw you Mark....I'll show you who the jobber boy is the next time you DARE to get into this ring against me" as my cock surges up under your boot wetting it with more precum as it seeps through my speedo....bring my one hand up and give you the finger.....

Mark McCoy

"Yeah yeah, Kirk; seem to remember you saying something similar the last time I handed you your ass. Better to avoid further humiliation and just fight other jobbers, you might have a bit of a chance then. As for screw me... well I think you've got that the wrong way round."

I push you over onto your front with my foot and pull my trunks down over my solid thighs, my cock springing out as it's released. I kneel down and slip your sweat soaked trunks over your incredibly cute, tight ass then start to prise your cheeks apart, my finger exploring your crack as my stiff shaft hovers, primed and ready.

Kirk the Kid

flipped over face down on the canvas now....hear the guys whistling as you pull your wet trunks down freeing your cock and balls as your cock jerks out dripping precum from your cockhead....feel you kneeling down between my slighly spread legs....feel you peeling down my wet speedo off my muscled sweaty ass cheeks....feel your hands gropping my bare buttocks and spreading them apart.....

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh gawdddddddddddddddddd feel your finger rubbing along my wet crack as I feel your hard shaft slapping my ass cheeks....my own cock spurting more precum into the canvas under me.....my fists pounding into the canvas...."don't even think about it asshole".....crowd laughing out....

Mark McCoy

"And who's gonna stop me? Certainly not you..." I lean forward, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling your head back so I can lick and kiss your neck and nibble your ear. My other hand guides my throbbing cock into your welcoming ass hole and I slowly start to pump, in and out, each time forcing my shaft deeper and deeper. Your ass tightens round my cock as I gyrate slightly, really screwing your butt and delving deeper and deeper in search of your sphincter.

Kirk the Kid

smart talking me some more as you grab my sweaty blonde hair...jerk my head up and back....feel you licking my sweaty neck and kissing it....then nibbling on my ear lobe as more of my precum spurts into the canvas under me......feel your hard boner sliding into my crack....your cockhead invading my hole as it slides into my wet chute...my ass cheeks flexing against it as you pump it up and down my chute going deeper and deeper with each thrust.....

Mark McCoy

I work at your ass, rhythmically sliding back and forth, sometimes short, sometimes long, but delving inexorably further inside you, my cock claiming you and your ass as mine. Still with your head pulled back, my other hand reaches round to massage your chest, cupping your firm pecs and tweaking your nipples. My breathing becomes heavier as I quicken the pace of my thrusts, my balls tightening as the cum gathers. It won't be long till blast off.

Kirk the Kid

feel that thick brit boner of yours riding the wet walls of my chute again and again....feel it striking my prostate and then back up my hole to thrust back down into it to strike my prostate again and again now....still holding my head up and back by the grip you have on my sweaty blonde hair...my pecs arched up off the canvas as I feel your hand reaching around to rub over my sweaty thick pec mounds and begin to tweak my hard nipples.....

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh gawddddddddddddddd feel my cock thrusting into the canvas under me rubbing into it and coating it with more of my precum as you continue to thrust into my hole and tweak my nipples....feel my body shudder...my balls tightening up as my cock EXPLODESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS under me thrusting out my thick creamy cum load all over the canvas and my abs over and over and over and over and over.....

Mark McCoy

Oh yes! Your ass grips even tighter as you shoot your load and I can't hold back any longer. I give one last hard, deep thrust, my back arches, my head is thrown back and I start to spasm as the hot man jizz spurts in waves inside you, flooding your ass and leaking out over your cheeks and my balls. I gasp, chest heaving, as my movements slow to a gentle undulation and I pull my manhood from your hole. I stand, cum dripping from my still semi-hard member as it slaps against my thigh.

Mark McCoy

Again I use my boot to roll you over this time onto your back, and I drop to straddle your stomach, your warm juices slick against my ass and my cock resting on your abs. I lean forward, hands either side of your head, then dip my face to kiss your full on your lips, man to man, my tongue searching around inside your mouth. I pull away, sliding my hands over your chest and smiling into your face.

"Got to say, Kirk, you are one hot fight and an even hotter fuck. You might be a cocky, arrogant asshole, but you're my asshole and fucking sexy one too." I stand, glowing with sweat and man juices. "You know where to find me when you need a fix of a real wrestler, Kirky Boy, but next time we could just get straight to business and save you the humiliation of a third defeat."

Kirk the Kid

the last of my load dripping out onto the canvas under me as you continue to drive your dick into my hole when I feel it beginning to fill with your thick creamy manseeds...spurting into my hole again and again and again....totally draining yourself as your thrusting into my hole begins to slow down and the last of your huge cum load spurts into it....feel you pulling your drained dick out of my hole as you get to your feet with your cum dripping down off your cockhead onto my ass cheeks and your cum spurting out of my hole into my crack......

your foot rolling me over onto my back again now....my back and laying on my cum spread out on the canvas under me....dropping down to your knees straddling me now....feel your wet dtrained dick rubbing over my abs and then sliding down to rub over my wet drained dick as well.....your hands on either side of my head as your sweaty pecs rub down on mine....your head leaning down to lay a HOT kiss on my lips....out tongues engaging in our mouths as we moan into each others mouths....

breaking the kiss as you press your hands down on my pecs laying more of your smart talk on me....."your right I am a sexy stud but have to admit so are you Mark....however I might be your asshole right now but won't be the next time when I get my revenge for this 2nd humiliating defeat by you punk"....gasping out at you as you stand up getting off me...sweat and cum dripping down off your body onto mine.....

telling me I know where to find you and getting cocky about what might happen when I do...."oh there won't be a third defeat Mark....you can count on that but my first win over you followed by my second on and then taking the lead in this wrestling rivalry with my third in a row over you....so be ready to get that body of yours worked over good the next time we step into this ring".....

Mark McCoy

"As you said yourself, Kirky Baby..." I raise my hand and give you the finger. "The difference is that I can back it up." I turn to leave the ring, kicking off my speedo and pulling yours off you as well and as I do. I pick them up, twirl them round then let go, sending them spinning into the crowd. I part the ropes, leap to the floor and head to the dressing room, to the whoops and whistles of the guys.

Published: 14 days ago, viewed 85 times.

Comments

Kid 24

12 days ago

Mark McCoy taken another match from the Kirk the Kid very hot match guys and even a hotter ending! Kirk showing that his talent in this match but soon Mark takes it over win yet another win over Kirk the Kid! Congratulations Mark! But knowing Kirk the Kid there will be another match soon! Great match guys!

Mark McCoy

12 days ago

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Many thanks, Kid, great to know you enjoyed the match - and yep, Kirk is not going to let it end there. I better get in training!

Price

12 days ago

Nice work Mark. Very impressive win which just continues to prove my first impression of you. You are the real deal! Congrats

Mark McCoy

12 days ago

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Gosh, thanks Price... and looking forward to showing you how much of a real deal you get with me!

Pinfall apprentice

13 days ago

Oh wow. What a great match from this two hot studs. A decisive win for Mark who proves he is the alpha and kirk his jobber boi. Two to nil and Mark is now inside Kirk's head not to mention his ass. Congrats to both wrestlers for an awesome match but even more to Mark for such a dominant win.

Mark McCoy

12 days ago

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You are too kind, Brian. Kirk really brought it and I had to dig deep to get this win, but a very satisfying victory it was. Will need to be on even better form if me meets me a third time; he is really blazing for revenge.