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I was raised by two fathers who were champion sex fighters at Team Factory in New York City, Joel Green and Rahim Ali 1. They raised my brother Mike Anderson and I in the world of wrestling, Brazilian jiu jitsu and martial arts. Perhaps it was inevitable being an all gay, masculine family, but as we grew up and our bodies matured (...along with our hormones and alpha natures), Mike and I broke through the taboo sex barrier with our fathers and soon we all became a sex fighter family and training squad. This gave Mike and I a big leg up when we came of age and started fighting in the Underground Sex Fighting Circuit in New York City. Mike was so good that he soon caught the eye of Darius Johnson2 who recruited him onto Team Factory. Now it was my turn to get recruited, it was only a matter of who would be recruiting me.

The team let me move in and train with them as my family was a kind of institution there now. I was surrounded by studs and felt like a kid in a candy store as I attended the wrestling and jiu jitsu seminars, the daily team calisthenics at noon and very much mingled within my weight class. One day at an open rolling jiu jitsu hour I watched my pops, Rahim, go at it very clinically and very aggressively with Pau Cabrera. They put on a beautiful purple belt clinic and produced a mingled musk that made my eyes water and my cock very hard. It’s clear they have an ongoing grappling war for alpha going but, when Pau’s eyes settle on me he just licks his lips and says, “They tell me you need someone to recruit you.”

I’ve been watching, with eager anticipation, the athletic growth of Sam Rojas for years now. We grew up in the same Brooklyn neighborhood, but I was a few years older. He caught my eyes when he was a middle school wrestler and I was on the high school team. He and his brother, Mike, were just more mature and athletically gifted than their immediate peers. They made a big splash in the jiu jitsu scene and then eventually in the advanced sex fighting leagues, trained and coached by their fathers. I found myself especially drawn to Sam with his clean cut, latin looks and his classic grappler body. I catch a glint of jealousy as he watches me and his sexy dad enjoy a spirited jiu jitsu roll, and then a look of aggression and lust when he feels a powerful desire to submit and fuck me. He sees me see him with that look in his eyes and I shoot it right back. “They tell me you need someone to recruit you,” I say, eager to see his response. He is very close in size. He has big legs and a big back and ass like me. Sexy as fuck himself. I was sleeping on this one, but now I am up on my knees facing him, chest puffed out. “Cuz I would love to recruit you.”

I am not going to lie. I have had my eye on Pau for years growing up in my neighborhood. He was older so didn't travel in my crowd or with the guys we frequently had over at the house wrestling. I would see him at wrestling meets and then later at sex fights dominating his opponents and his thick and sexy defined muscle always got my juices flowing. I have seen him around the Factory working out, but to watch him wrestle my dad today really pushed me to the edge. I could see the rivalry between them, even though they were just training, and it made me diamond hard.

Suddenly, there he was right in front of me, inches from my chest, with Dad standing behind him. Both men were breathing heavily as their thick rippled muscles were so drenched in sweat that every bit of their sinew was showing in full detail. Pau and I lock eyes and I hear Pau say he wants to recruit me. His words don't register at first, but I see a smile of pride spread across Dad's face as he steps between us to give me a hug. My eyes remain focused on Pau. Finally, my chance to go muscle on muscle with him as we bump chests and bulges. I take a step closer to Pau, invading his personal space, and reply, “I can't think of anyone I’d love to recruit me more than you, Pau.” Outwardly, my glare remains aggressive, but internally I'm having an orgasm. I'm so excited. I wonder if he can sense how I feel?

We are both wearing what everyone else in our jiu jitsu seminar is wearing, sweat soaked Team Factory fight shorts and rashguards. Like twin hot flames caught in the same wind, our competitive spirits pull us toward each other—an unspoken gravity, a force neither can resist nor ignore. Our chests slowly smash together with vigorous pressure as our hips now crush together as well. We both groan as the smell of each other’s man stink and the feel of each other’s rippling muscle makes both our sex fighter cocks grow into hard masses. We pridefully grind our thick manhoods together as we go forehead to forehead, feeling each other’s hot breath on our faces. Sam’s father, Rahim, steps back and lets us have this sacred animal moment, so proud that soon both his sons will join him as members of Team Factory. “Fuck yeah, Sammy, your pops’ worked you out hard, cuz you are looking like a beast! I’m going to enjoy sex fighting you,” I say with a playful, yet supremely cocky tone of voice. “Meet me at Eddie’s Gym this Saturday at Noon. I will reserve the gym for us to use privately for the whole weekend. I’m gonna test you, stud!” I declare with a cock hump as punctuation.

Despite my Dad standing right there and guys passing us in the room, we are drawn together like two animals horned up to fight. My cock grows the instant our pecs collide. My fight instinct has me pushing my chest and torso into you with abandon, yet you stand your ground and respond with a deep hip thrust. Our cocks enjoy a moment of exploring and grinding into each other. Keenly aware Dad is standing close by, I break my face off with you to shoot him a look when you say “pops worked you hard to become a beast.” I puff up with pride, my chest pressing even harder into you. “You got that right, Pau” I say, shooting you a grin. You say to meet you at Eddie's on Saturday. I respond by thrusting my hips and pecs back into you, making you step backwards. “Oh, I'll be there, Pau, and will be ready for any test you got, so bring it.”

I smile at you after thrusting into me, forcing me back a step. I step right back into you just hard enough to force you back a step, grab your ass with each hand and yank you tight to me. I whisper in your ear, “We will see how ready you are, you sexy fucker.” I lick the salty sweat off your neck, then whisper, “...but maybe you should check in with your Pops about what I will be bringing.” I shove you away and walk up to your father, Rahim, and we hug it out before I walk off the mat and disappear down the hallway. Now that you have me horny as hell, I hunt down my cousin Bruno Moya to hit the gym and then flip fuck roughly, hoping that getting my nut will lower my excitement about recruiting you. Still, my cock stays hard in my sleep and semi-hard during the day until finally Saturday arrives and I am first to arrive at Eddies. I am wearing tight blue jeans and a tight Team Factory Tee with Asics wrestling shoes. I make sure the apartment is stocked and the locker room has the new member gear. My cock is bulging thick and hard in my denim crotch as I sit down on a weight bench to wait for you.

I show up to Eddie’s on time wearing a Team Factory t-shirt pulled tight over my frame, blue jeans, and sneakers. I slept well, had a good breakfast and am excited to meet the day. I walk up the steps and Pau opens the door, letting me in. We greet each other initially with bro hugs, but we both can feel we have enormous hard ons packing the denim of our jeans. I back away and glance around. I have literally walked into a bed and breakfast for sex fighters. This place is so niche, it doesn't get itself. The bottom floor is completely covered in resilite material, same as used for wrestling mats. Shoes off at the door. On both front corners are large alcoves with weight machines, benches, racks of dumbbells, free weight weights, and a whole leg section, smith machine. Further back is a small greeting area with couches and then beyond that looks like a locker room and a hallway that leads to a mat room with padded walls. On the front right side there is a staircase to the second floor where the full apartment is, apparently. I look at you feeling like a kid in a candy shop and then, laying eyes on your chest peeking through your tight shirt, remember how bad I want to fuck your beautiful Catalonian ass. It’s very strange encountering you in this setting, more casual, getting we got all weekend kind of vibes coming from you as you eye me with lustful curiosity. Damn you look sexy as fuck.

I was going to jump all over you but your hesitancy side tracked me, and I backed off with an aching erection. ”Hey, Let’s get you settled in, you can put your bag back here in your locker.” I show you to your huge cage locker, already packed with Factory Brand fighting gear, all in your size. I see you look at it with excitement. I am leaning against a locker with my arms folded, showing off my biceps and my chest. “See, Sammy, you are already a member of Team Factory. Your Fathers are like elder statesmen around here, your brother’s here, clearly you’re athletic and skillful enough to be here, they are expecting this to be a done deal. So, I am recommending you for membership right now.

 “You can just do that, recommend me?” I’m not sleeping on the gun show, thoughts of flexing with you fly through my mind, boning my cock even harder.

Yup. So, now we are teammates, plus we go back to the neighborhood, yeah? We’ve been checking each other out over the years and you finally caught up to me in a big way. And us two knuckleheads have this jock hang to play in for the weekend. Dude, you haven't even checked out the apartment. The fridge is full of food and beer. Huge king sized bed. Yeah, so now we are two highly trained, very muscular and fit sex fighters, just hanging out. What are we gonna do?” I ask, with a grin.

“Bro, we are still gonna sex fight anyway. We could hang out and lift weights, get to know each other some, but we both know we want to fuck each other really bad, and to do that we have to fight first. Am I right?” I look you straight in the eye with the same alpha fueled lust and aggression that I see in yours.

“Yes, that is right. I’m kinda curious who will win a sex fight. I hear great things about you.” I see you are building up to something with this very sexy, mischievous smirk, cuz I know I am with mine.

“I want to fight and dominate you so I can fuck you first,” I say, glaring at you as I take off my t-shirt and flex my pecs at you, one at a time. “Take off your clothes, sex fighter,” I say, teasingly as I wrangle out of my tight jeans and down to my tight square cut under armour, sporting a huge bulge that I stop to admire. Letting you catch up.

Right there in the locker room I strip out of my own tight blue jeans and strip off my t-shirt so I can stand before you sporting the same huge bulge filling my square cut under armour. We stand there in front of the lockers and sort of float into each other's arms, smelling each other's stink, pushing our hard dicks together, feeling our hard bodies come together as our mouths open and find each other in passionate embrace.

We make out wildly, primally shoving our knotted cock bases together as our bulges smash flat together, shuffling around, pinning each other up against the big lockers. Sweat starts to form on our bodies as our passion betrays our powerful attraction to each other and we love it. We kiss in horny delight finally unleashed.

We grab each other's hard, muscular asses and kneed them like dough with our strong fingers, then yank each other's hips together until our asses are winking and our hips are gyrating and our dicks are drilling into each other. We are almost having a serious cock fight. We are grinding so hard and we haven’t left the locker room. I pull away. “Whoa, Sammy! You’re gonna be fun! Shall we take this party to the mat room down the hall?”

It’s so hard to pull away from you, our bodies grinding against each other and the hot cock war, but somehow we do and stumble, punch drunk, down the hall to the mat room with padded walls. We stand in the center of the mat staring at each other in our under armour. “Man, I wanna fuck you so bad.” I slide my thumbs into the sides of my shorts and slide them off my Rican ass, down my legs, then kick it to the side. I stand there with my cock arching towards you, thick and aggressive.

“Yeah, but I wanna fuck you first so..” I say as I slide my own shorts off my ass, “...we gotta get into something.” I close the space between us slowly, reach up and grab the back of your neck with my right hand while your right hand cuffs my neck. We both grab each other’s cocks by the shaft and slow jerk each other while our mouths aggressively find each other again and we kiss sloppy and passionate. The threat of violence hanging in the air heightening our hyper-arousal to each other.

Our dicks throb in each other’s sweaty hands as we suck face aggressively. The aggression and lust burns harder as we begin to shove each other around, even while making out and holding onto each other’s cocks, and then I remember my father told me that while rolling jiu jitsu with you he had to adapt to you being left hand dominant. I pull away enough to ask and you say it’s true, so I put my left arm around your back and angle out 45 degrees so we both have our dominant hands free. I look at you with a lustful dare. “I want to fist fuck your rippling, hard rock abdominals.”

 “Oh hell yeah, I want to fist fuck your rippling, hard rock abs too, you sexy fuck. We both got densely packed 8 packs, let’s trade fists fucks until one guy‘s dick goes soft. Will be you cuz pounding on your abs is only gonna make my dick harder and harder, bro.” We swing out with inside arms loosely around each other's lower backs, and trade arching dominant fists into each other’s midsections. “It fucking makes my dick quiver, it’s so hard,” I growl as I dig a fist into your abs and twist it a bit.

Sweat builds quickly and then flies off us as we wail tough fists into each other's core, beginning to redden them, but making our dicks hard as rock. We emit both grunts and moans as we punch away. Your fists thud into me with bone shaking force, but my abs feel like impenetrable shields. My fists are getting a bit tender from pounding away at your rocks, but my manhood throbs hard and strong. “I fucking love fist fucking you man, soon I will be ass fucking you!”

We hammer away at each other, but the psychology changes. We are starting to do deeper damage, but neither of us are getting soft. We are getting so hard the real danger now is making each other submit by cumming. We both just intuitively arrive at the same conclusion and begin to slow down to make every fist count. We eye each other’s throbbing manhoods, looking like they could both leak at any moment, then we stare into each other’s eyes with horny alpha muscle lust. I pivot on my front foot, putting my back, hips and shoulders into drilling a very tough fist into you. “Fuck, yeah, Sammy, I’m gonna pound the mud outta you!”

I flex up to meet your fist with defiance, but your fist penetrates so deep I can almost feel each knuckle. The pressure and pain that radiates out only arouses me more, my cock threatening to leak pre cum as I feel an increasingly powerful desire for you. I tighten my arm around your back slightly higher and I pivot on my front foot, wheeling around and pounding my fist into your center abs, loving how deep it goes and how much it bends you. “I am going to fuck you so hard, bro!”

Hell yeah I felt that ab breaker punch, penetrating my bricks, forcing a loud grunt from me as I bend into your body. The pain radiates throughout my nervous system and yet my cock quivers with a drip of pre cum at the tip. Our inside thighs rub our concrete quads as we stay hip to hip, even as we pivot in and out with punches. Every fist I take makes me harder and every fist I pound into you makes me harder, fostering an overwhelming desire for you. Even though bent into you, I pivot another bone shuddering fist into you, and you bend into me.

With our raw masculine musk mingling in our noses, arousing our alpha natures, the taste of each other’s salty sweat arouses our loins even more. We both start throwing random punches back and forth, getting tired and sloppy and desperate not to cum, our slimy bodies sliding against each other. We get so turned on our hips start uncontrollably undulating and our arms instinctively wrap around each other's thick muscular torso. We start flex squeezing our asses to cock fuck each other and the humping turns into cock fighting. We muscle each other around and I wrangle you back against the padded wall so that I can buttress with one foot back and grind my cock up and down your thick shaft. “Fuck Pau.”

“Fuck, Sam.” We have lost control of our manhood as they grind into each other in an all out war to force an emission submission. I feel your sweaty muscular body crush me against the padded wall, chest to chest, cock vs cock. I jab an ankle behind yours and push off the wall with the other foot, tripping you backwards down onto the mat. My body now crushing down onto yours, chest to chest, cock vs cock. I get a moment of delicious top grinding before, despite being beaten to shit, your grappling instincts kick in and you wrap your big quads around my waist with a full leg guard, yanking me backwards off you.

We are both too exhausted to laugh, but as we gear up to play the guard game we can see each other's abs are completely red with blue welts. As my legs drag you back I reach up and grab your neck, pulling it down into my chest, smearing your face with sweat, while locking up your right arm with my left. I wrench you sideways with my thick legs and roll you to your back, but am not quick enough to rush for full mount and you throw up your jiu jitsu leg guard around my waist to block and control me.

My legs wrap around your waist and I immediately start controlling your posture, one hand behind your head, the other monitoring your arm. The moment you push forward a little too far and leave an arm inside I shoot my hips upward and swing my leg high over your shoulder. My calf cuts across the back of your neck while my other leg clamps down, trapping your arm and head between my thighs. I lock my ankle behind my knee and start angling my body, turning slightly to tighten the triangle configuration. Your neck and arm are caught in the squeeze of my legs.

I immediately react, trying to relieve the pressure. I posture and begin to stack forward, driving my weight down toward your chest to collapse the angle of the choke. My pressure forces your knees toward your face, but you stay calm and keep hold of my head and arm.

Instead of fighting the stack directly, I follow the motion. As you push forward, I release the triangle lock just enough to rotate my hips and come up with you. My legs slide free as I turn the corner and climb over your torso. In one smooth movement I come up on top, my knees landing on either side of your body. Now I’m sitting in full mount. Your head and one arm are still caught in my control, exactly where I want them. I thread my arm deeper around your head, trapping your arm tight against the side of your neck. My biceps press against one side of your carotid while your own shoulder compresses the other. I drop my weight low across your chest and connect my grip, tightening the space around your neck. From the mount I settle my shoulder pressure and squeeze, letting the head-and-arm triangle close in. I can feel the structure of the choke locking into place as I hold the position, steady and controlled, waiting for the pressure to do its work. I know I got you and parts of me feel like they just wanna keep fighting with you, but now we finally get to fuck!

Impressed that you can still move so deftly, I feel your sweat soaked body in full mount on top of me and my cock throbs. You cinch up a head and arm triangle while sitting astride my torso. When you drop your chest and shoulders to add the pressure to compress my carotid arteries it feels like two firm bars pressing into the sides of my neck, but then the urgency fades and everything becomes oddly peaceful. The lights are dimming and all I can feel is the blood thumping in my dick. Then slowly, the lights are coming back on and I can feel you between my legs sucking my hard cock. I raise my head to look at you grinning back at me.

“Holy shit, boy. We gonna call you “Sweet dick Sammy. That shit is tasty,” I say as I shoulder your legs and press them to your chest so I can kiss you passionately, letting my dick playful slide up your crack. I look you in the eyes with a cocky smile on my face. “You ready to get fucked loser?”

Still feeling floaty from the blood choke, I smile up at you and say, “Fuck you.”

Pau: I nuzzle you over to your hip and then to your belly, gently sliding on top of you, both feeling the burn from our abs. My chest slides up your well muscled back and my dick slides in your ass crack. I bit your ear. “You ready for me, Sammy?”

Sam: I turn my head to the side and find your mouth waiting for mine and we kiss, wet and sloppy. “I want you so bad, Pau. Let’s fuck.”

Pau: I push my wide head slowly inside you, gently past your outer ring, then slowly pushing deep as my hips cum to rest on your flanks and my chest on your back, biting your neck and teasing you with kisses. I start flexing my ass and drilling my thick cock deeper inside you.

Sam: “Fuck bro, fucking big dick bro!” I push up from the mat offering sexy resistance as you dominate and hump me at will so deliciously it’s making my toes curl.

Pau: I find your mouth again and kiss you passionately as I hump away, my cock pumping into you rhythmically, with every flex squeeze of my muscular ass. “Aww fuck Sam, your Puerto Rican ass is so fucking sweet, bro. I love fucking you Sammy!”

Sam: “Did you say that to my dad when you fucked him?”

Pau: “ I don’t really remember, but I definitely loved fucking your dad.”

Sam: “So did I.”

Pau: “You fucked your dad? Wow. Well of course you fucked your dad. If my dad were that hot I would have fucked him too! Your dad is a hot fuck, but you are simply delicious Sammy. I wanna be your fuck buddy.”

Sam: “I”m gonna fuck your ass so hard, Pau.”

Pau: “Oh hell yeah, Sammy’s gonna pound my ass like an assassin.” My hips and ass are gyrating and I am digging for gold, squeezing thick, deep cock punched deep inside you.

Sam: I’m gonna fuck you so….ughhh ugggg ufggggg.

Pau: “Fuck yeah, you’re gonna bury that Latin cock in my Spanish ass!” I am humping your ass relentlessly and I can feel you writhe under me in submissive ecstasy, a slave to my dick.

Sam: “Aww fuck I’m gonna cum….” I moan as my balls rapidly fill and begin to flow down my throbbing shaft. “Fuck me Pau.”

Pau: Uhhh the thought of you coming, the sights, sounds and movements of preparing to cum, arouses me as I hump your ass and kiss you I fuck you hard, pounding your load from you. My balls boil and cum flows freely into your ass, pumping its horny thickness inside you.

Sam: My cock explodes and shoots under me into the sweaty mat. The orgasm vibrates throughout my nervous system in waves of intense pleasure. I collapse under you fully submissive and satiated.

Believe it or not we do eventually pull ourselves off that sticky mess of a wrestling room and hit the showers together. We are teammates now and fuck buddies. We love training together and sometimes when we fuck it’s not for stakes. Pau has his sights set on my friend and new teammate,Marco Ramirez, and Sam has his sights set on this hottie Noah Oliver. See you in the future! Thanks for reading!