Calvin, Part 2

Calvin

It was so good to be back at the wrestling facility and see Calvin again. He greeted me with a hug. Over the past few weeks, we had been texting each other updates. He had been working out hard in the gym, trying to gain muscle. I had been studying wrestling techniques, oftentimes remembering them from college.

Calvin did look very strong and muscular when we went into the gear closet and he changed into a pair of blue trunks he’d picked out. No jockstrap, no underwear. He was fully naked in front of me, clearly caring less about his modesty after our first match. He had ended up knocked out, face down in the mat in just his jockstrap after all.

Austin had given us a copy of the key so that he wouldn’t need to let us in. His back injury was still needing treatment so it was better for him to be on bedrest. This meant Calvin and I had the entire place to ourselves.

I followed Calvin to the ring, watching his ass in the shiny blue material bounce up and down with each of his steps. I considered Calvin to be my friend now. He and Sandra had made it official. She’d told me that the L-word had made its arrival into their relationship. He had passed The Friend Test very easily, and I could tell the two of them were great together.

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And yet, as I watched him climb into the ring, I knew very well I had developed a crush on Calvin. His Instagram was full of shirtless photos on these beautiful locations on the island. His handsome face and beefy body had me salivating each time. Plus, he had been sending me shirtless gym selfies, possibly to show me his progress or in an attempt to intimidate me before our next match-up, but it did give our common hobby a hint of eroticism.

So having Calvin flex his muscles in front of me, preparing for our match, where he wore nothing but a small pair of blue trunks, was exciting for me. As much as I rationally tried to remind myself that this was my good friend’s boyfriend, my cock clearly could not care less.

Calvin was a hunk of muscle. His big, muscular arms, his tree-trunk thighs, his hairy, tattooed chest. He had a scruffy beard this time, making him look even hunkier. His big, round butt always grabbed my attention as well, especially thinking back to last month. But I had to shake it off and focus on the task at hand. Have that beautiful body go limp again. I did it twice last month, and I felt confident I could do it again.

That said, Calvin started out strong. It was clear that he had something to prove. But it reminded me a little of how the first match started. He took every initiative to take me down and came at me with full force. It was clear his gym work had paid off as I had to work harder to stay out of his holds. However, I managed to succeed time and again to either avoid getting stuck or to slip out of his strong arms and legs once he did get me.

So, not unlike the last match, there came a point where I noticed Calvin was slightly worn out after a few failed attempts. And I knew that is when I could take over the match.

After a slight scuffle, I easily got Calvin down to the canvas and I easily overpowered him. His moans were so exciting to me, but I had to remain focused. Sweat dripped down both our faces and bodies when finally I was able to wrap my legs around his neck in a figure four headscissors.

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I felt Calvin’s hands grip into my thighs, but I knew I had him. And also, I had a feeling he secretly loved this. The feeling of being overpowered, the feeling of getting choked out maybe. It didn’t take long for his grip on me to loosen up and his hands fell to the canvas. I felt the weight of the back of his head on my crotch. I had knocked Calvin out.

Feeling my cock grow larger and larger against Calvin’s head felt so good, I didn’t want to let go. Though when I heard him starting to snore, signaling an inability to breathe properly, I knew I had to let go.

I got up and looked at his magnificently muscled body, spread out on the sweaty canvas. He looked so beautiful. His strong body, put to rest by mine. His furry stomach raising up and down slowly with each breath. I could look at him all over, without him able to look back. My boner was throbbing.

Calvin

I touched my cock, which obscenely stood out from my body in the trunks, as I watched Calvin. I knew he would wake up eventually and in the meantime I could just look at his prostrate body. I could see the outline of his circumcised cock and his balls through his blue trunks. Not hard, as far as I could tell, but it added to how hot it was to watch his body, so exposed, so vulnerable.

His fingers started to move first, and a soft groan followed. He must have been out for about a minute and a half.

“Hey”, I whispered, still touching my cock.
I noticed a spot of precum had appeared near the waistband of my trunks. The trunks were black, so I could only hope it wouldn’t be too visible for Calvin.
“Oh wow”, he said as he started to blink.
“You OK?”, I asked.

I helped him sit up.
“Yeah… Yeah, I’m OK.”
I could tell he needed some time. So I sat next to him.
“Fuck”, he said as I saw a smile starting to form on his face.
“I’m sorry”, I said.
“For what?”
“For making you lose.”
Calvin chuckled.

“I do want to win, but fuck, every time I can feel myself passing out, it’s so hot. I love that too.”
I smiled. I had a feeling this was true, and now I had confirmation.
“It’s pretty hot to feel you go out too”, I admitted.

Calvin looked at me. Our eye contact was groin-stirring. We had established that despite what may have been our intention when we first got here, there was still an erotic component to wrestling each other. We had chemistry. His eyes suddenly looked down. He must have noticed the wet spot in my trunks. I looked down and I could tell he was hard now too.

“I will get you though, eventually!”, Calvin declared, pointing at my face.
I laughed.
“We’ll see about that”, I replied as I winked at him.

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Calvin needed some time to recuperate. All I could think about was the mental image of him spread out in the middle of the ring. I’d have to think back to that later when I was by myself.

I wandered back to the gear closet and chose a new pair of trunks. This pair had gotten dirty after all. Austin had told us to just take home the gear we’d used, wash it ourselves and bring it back the next time. So I took off the black trunks and put them in my bag. I was happy not to have to hand it back in.

I looked through the trunks that were my size, fully aware that my cock was still hard. I found an orange pair that I figured would look good with my dark skin tone. Just as I took it, the door opened.

“Oh, here you are!”
It was Calvin. I must have looked at him like a dear caught in headlights.
“We’re changing gear for our second match?”
He immediately dropped his trunks and turned around to pick something out. I glanced at his juicy booty and smiled. He was comfortable with his nude body around me, so I felt like I had to be too.

“Yeah, we should have a match on the mats as well, if you’re up for it?”, I asked as I pulled up the orange trunks.
“Up for it?”, Calvin asked, “I am going to beat your ass this time!”
I laughed as I watched him pick out a red pair.
“Bring it.”

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As we walked to the matroom, Calvin wrapped his arm around my neck. There was a competitiveness there, but most of all it was clear we were buddies. Buddies competing. Getting turned on every now and then.

I wondered how different a match on the mats was going to be. We rarely used the ropes in the ring anyway. My experience had always been on the mats. It was a smaller space and the wrestling was lower to the ground than ring wrestling. But apart from that, it was pretty similar.

Looking at the match Calvin and I had in the ring and now this match on the mat, there was a world of difference. Calvin wasn’t the one on the offence and waited for me to make a first move. I wasn’t sure if this was a change in strategy or if it had to do with still being worn out from the first match and the knockout.

Whichever, it meant that it was easy for me to take control, which I did. Calvin was squirming all over the mat in several of my holds. Once I brought him down to the mat, he was sweating and moaning as I held him in my arms. He submitted and I let him go.

We stood back up, and I could tell he was tired.
“You OK?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.”

Calvin got himself ready for round two and after hesitating for just a second I went at him. I got him in a full nelson, where suddenly I felt his big round glutes against my swelling crotch. It was so fucking hot. Calvin moaned and struggled to find his way out. But it was me who was stronger now, having weakened my opponent throughout the earlier match.

As Calvin tried to push my arms down with his, I knew I had the opportunity. I pulled my arms back, causing his to go down. He had no chance to defend himself when I wrapped one arm around his neck and pulled him back. I had him in a sleeperhold.

It was only a matter of time now as Calvin struggled again. I knew he enjoyed feeling himself pass out and it wasn’t going to be much longer. His legs became too weak to keep him up and he sat on the mat with me right behind him.

Ace, Calvin

It was a matter of seconds until his hands flopped to the mat and his back leaned into my chest. His strong body was now just a heavy floppy toy, sitting up because I held him up. Once the snoring started I let go of his neck and his head fell back on my shoulder. I saw his sleeping face up close. Eyes closed, mouth open. I couldn’t help but kiss his cheek.

I felt a pang of guilt for doing that, but it was overwhelmed by the erotic feelings that came over me at once. I was rock hard as I continued to kiss Calvin’s neck and shoulder. His limp body leaning back against mine was such an intimate position and I reveled in it.

I felt myself get hornier and hornier. I had to stand up. Calvin’s body flopped back onto the mat. I laid down next to him and kissed his bearded mouth. It was so hot.

I then kissed his chest, his stomach. The taste of his sweat was salty and manly. I felt up his cock. It responded to my touch, even though its owner was still most definitely unconscious. His cock was nice and thick though far from full mast.

Calvin, Ace

I had lost control. I was touching Calvin’s lifeless body everywhere with one hand and touching myself with the other. I got harder and harder and so did he.

A soft moan snapped me out of it.
“Hey”, I said as I made it look like I had been trying to revive him.
Another moan followed. I realized Calvin had been out for longer than usual. Maybe two minutes.

“Are you with me?”, I asked.
I sat myself down next to Calvin as opposed to hovering over him. I squeezed his shoulder and softly slapped his face.

“Yeah… yeah”, he replied, clearly wanting me to stop slapping his face. He was gradually waking up. He had not yet opened his eyes.
“Fuck… I am out of it. But also horny as hell.”
I chuckled.
“Same here”, I said as I touched my rock hard boner one more time.

I watched as Calvin’s cock now throbbed as he was waking up, which was becoming a pattern. The head clearly distinguished from the slight tent that was happening.

All of this was so hot, but I knew I couldn’t act on anything else. I had to remember he was Sandra’s boyfriend and I needed his consent to do anything to him while he was passed out. Even though he did get turned on by getting choked out, I couldn’t do anything sexual to him he was unaware of. It was going to be so hard to resist, but it was the right thing to do.

As Calvin gradually regained his senses, and we made our way back to the gear closet to change and head home, he had something to say.
“Thanks for being so cool about this”, he said.
“What do you mean?”
“I feel like we’re exploring something together. Something… sexual. But it doesn’t cross any lines, I feel like?”
I smiled. I had just crossed a line, but he had no idea.

“I tell Sandra about these matches and she’s all in favor of it. As long as this is it, I think we’re good.”
I made sure he wouldn’t be able to tell how sad I was to hear that.
“Don’t get me wrong, you’re an attractive guy, and that certainly helps with this, but… you know… I’m with your friend.”

“I know. And you’re a good boyfriend to her. Exploring without cheating. And I know she’s fine with this, she told me as well.”
Even though if she heard what I really felt for Calvin, or if she heard what I did today, she may feel different.

So if I wanted to continue doing this wrestling thing, I could never tell either of them. And I did want to continue wrestling Calvin, so badly.

That night in bed, all I could think about was Calvin’s body going limp between my legs in the ring and then in my arms on the mat. Again it didn’t take long for me to cum all over myself.

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