Greek wrestling
Story by Isaac Cahn on SoFurry
i wrote this hoping to expand into a more sexual nature. there will be others soon.
The sun was beating down on us hard, it wouldn’t be too hard to believe that he knew and still made us run. The coach was a dictator at times. We may have won games but the things he made us do to prepare were brutal. The rumors he was from Sparta did not improve his reputation.
When I crossed the line I heard, “John, your done, go shower.” I looked back and saw the rest of the team. They still have to run in this heat, I almost feel bad for them. Then I saw Gregor still running and I just smiled. I raised my arm to make sure he notices me leaving with a smile on my face.
The locker room was empty except for Donny and Keller. “I told you it was John, you lose.” Don said.
“Damn it,” Kel respond.
“What were you two betting on?” I asked taking off my sweaty clothes.
“Who would come next, I bet on you, Kel everyone else.” I wouldn’t blame him. I am on the only human on the team, who would expect me to be beat them regularly. Yet, I am the third fastest behind Kel, a horse, and Don, a Deer.
“Why do you do stupid bets Kel?”
“Stuff it!” Keller slammed his locker door and stormed off. Keller just joined the team, but we already know he hates losing, this was not the first or last time he did this.
“Well, I am off. See you next practice.” Don left as well; I was left alone in the locker room. I needed to clean off this sweat. I head to the shower and turned it on, the water rinsed off all the sweat I had on me. I took my time in the shower; I wasn’t expected to be anywhere soon.
Other people entered and left, but none of them was Gregor. When he did finally enter, I was already dried and only wearing my jock strap, “you are doing more shit then usual Gregor.”
“Stuff it, asshole,” was his usual response, “I had an off day today.”
“Off month really, this is the third time you were in the last group.”
“If you have a problem, say it, not the shit that comes out your ass.”
“Not my fault you can’t get your shit together.” Gregor was getting more visibly angry, it is usually harder to do or notice.
“All right stop it,” Connor intervened, “Gregor does not need your usual shit today, so back off John.” Connor is the same size, if not bigger than, Gregor but he lacked Gregor’s large belly.
“No, I am going to beat his ass like a bitch he is.” I am a human Gregor, not a dog.
I went to my locker and pulled out two small bottles of lube, “since you want my ass so much why not do some Greek wrestling, Fat ass.”
I tossed some to Gregor, “You’re on!”
Connor gave up trying to stop us “fine but do not do it in the locker room this time, the coach nearly bit your heads off last time.”
Gregor and I left the locker room only wearing our jockstraps. I had no shame when it comes to showing off my naked body. My body was toned by the exercises I did to keep up with the others on the team, so I was a wet dream to those who like humans. Gregor was bigger than me, but had a gut. Sometimes I wonder if it bothers him.
We went to the gym’s storage closet and dragged out a regular wrestling mat. Greek wrestling was something we made up; the rules were the same except for a few. We have to put our penis in the opponent’s ass to win.
“Any special rules before I beat you?” we both remove our straps.
“It had to go in the ass period.” One time he rammed it in my mouth and I vomited on it. I have taken it in before, but I didn’t prepare for it that time.
“Yeah, it took forever to get your lunch off it,” we each started to lube up, “okay, I don’t want you to do that monkey thing you did that one time as well.”
“Fair enough, anything else before I fuck you?” I lube my ass and spread it out a bit, I had no plan to lose, but everything can fail.
“Nope, except another condition for the loser.”
We each took our stance, “that is?”
“When I fuck you, you must call me ‘master’ or ‘lord’ while I do it.”
“Deal.”
We stared at each other in our stance; we both were planning on how to win. While I lack Gregor’s natural strength, I was quicker. I need to lead him away from the ring and slip behind. That was my strategy to win. His month was not going to get better.
I feint him, but he didn’t fall for it. He was keeping his back to the ring. “Come on, I want a fight, not a dance.” I taunted. The look in his eye showed he was more focused now, he has something planed.
He charged and I dodge him. I went around and he fell down. Klutzy Bear. I went in to finish this up, save some of his pride, but it was a trap. He caught me with his foot, he didn’t kick me, just used it to stop me. With his legs, he sent me flying off the mat.
I saw that cocky smile he made when he got up, “you’re out, John.” I had to admit, he won this round. I can accept I lost this time.
I pulled my legs back, showing my exposed ass to him, “your prize, master.” I tried to sound as subservient as possible.
He lined his cock with me with a grin on his face. He was going to do it rough, good thing I prepared. He slammed it in me in one thrust. It was painful, but bearable.
Rough and brutal, just the way we do it. We weren’t lovers; we didn’t check to make sure the other was all right, we fucked the other in any way we pleased. Sex was something we used to dominate the other. That’s how I saw this relationship.
“Shit John, how the fucking hell you this tight?”
“You’re just big, master.”
“You think you would have adjusted by now?”
“Are you complaining, master?”
“Fuck no!” his trusts got shorter, I could feel him about to cum. “You want it, Bitch?” must be talking to me.
“Yes, master, give it to me.” I played.
Gregor released his semen in me, “Take it all, you slut.” I could feel my insides filling up with his cum. He must have been holding it for awhile. When he pulled out some of his cum leaked out, it was that or blood, not the first time that happened. He leaned back, looking at the hole he just destroyed. “So John, feel like talking shit again?” Gregor said catching his breath.
“Of course, master,” I put my legs down, “I mean, why didn’t you put that much effort in actually beating me in that race as you did fucking me?”
“I had an off month, okay. Stop pushing it.”
“Of course, master. May I go fetch our straps, master?”
“Two things: One, stop calling me master. Two aren’t you going to shoot too?” I didn’t cum yet, so I still have a hardon dripping pre.
“You don’t need to concern that Gregor, we should get our straps and,” I felt Gregor but me in a hold, “what the hell, you won remember?”
“We are both pent up,” he said twisting my arms around, “consider this a ‘thank you’ for letting me win.” I can feel him smiling behind me.
Gregor used one arm to restrain my arms and the other one was working on my dick. “Stop it, you ass.” He was pumping my dick with such force I thought he might cause it to chafe. His grip was hard and fast, it felt exquisite. I tried to squirm, but Gregor’s hold was stronger. Close…I am so close. I legs tensed up, I was about to blow. “I’m Cumming” I said as I released my semen over the gym floor.
Gregor loosen his hold on me, “there now we are even.”
“The hell was that for?” Neither one of us gave the loser a handjob.
“We haven’t been doing it in a while, so you must have been pent up as well.” He tossed my strap.
“I didn’t ask for it, but thanks.” I felt my face turn red, a little.
“No, problem let’s get clean up before coach catches us doing this again.”
As we walked to the locker room I thought to myself. We are not lover. We have a desire to dominate the other in any way we please. So why did he give me a handjob when I lost?