Calvin, Part 3

 

Ace

“Hey Ace?”
“Hmmm?”
“What’s pegging?”

I lifted my sunglasses and looked to my left.
“Miss Sandra Hill, I do beg your pardon?”
She chuckled.
“Cal asked me about it last night and I pretended I knew.”
“Why?”
“I didn’t want him to think I was boring in bed. It is a sexual thing, isn’t it?”

My mind was racing. Did Calvin ask Sandra to get pegged? Now that would be a hot visual. Calvin’s round ass did look like it was made to get fucked one way or another. And I’m sure it had in the past. In his current relationship with a woman, he might have been missing it.

I realized I was turning myself on with these thoughts. Sandra and I were laying out by the pool in my backyard. I had to make sure my Speedos didn’t give away my excitement.

Calvin and I had acknowledged to each other that our wrestling adventures were like an erotic exploration for both of us. Even though he was my friend’s boyfriend, we had this thing going on where once a month we would wrestle each other and get turned on. It just happened so that I got turned on by beating Calvin and he got turned on by losing.

Sandra was seemingly OK with this, although I wasn’t sure how much she knew. I knew she was sexually quite open-minded yet at the same time naïve. She was displaying this naiveté at this very moment.

I sighed.
“Are you aware of this thing called Google?”
Sandra chuckled.
“Yes! But I won’t get like graphic images immediately?”

For a second I hesitated.
“It means fucking someone with a strap-on”, I blurted out. “The fucker is someone without a penis of course. I think it’s not per definition anally, but… in this case… yeah.”

Sandra was quiet for a few seconds.
“Oh.”
I smiled at her.
“OK, thanks. That actually sounds kind of hot.”
I laughed.

Sandra’s phone rang.
“Oh, it’s Cal!”, she said, “he’s probably done with work.”
She answered the call and put it on speaker.
“Hey babe!”
“Hey beautiful!”, I heard Calvin’s voice on the other end.
“Did you finish work?”
“Yeah! Just dropped off the group, driving home. What are you up to?”

Sandra looked at me and smiled.
“Ace and I are doing some tanning by his pool!”
She pointed at the phone and looked at me with a question in her eyes. We knew each other long enough for me to know what she meant. I nodded.
“You wanna come?”, Sandra added.
“That sounds amazing!”, Calvin said, “I’ll pick up some trunks and head over!”

After hanging up, Sandra was excited that Calvin was coming over. It was cute to see how in love she was.
“You and Cal are becoming quite good friends as well, right?”, she asked me.
“Yeah! It’s cool to have an activity with your BF”, I replied, “it’s nice getting to know him.”

Calvin

Calvin arrived wearing black square-cut swimming trunks. His furry upper body looked amazing. He had dyed his hair blond. He gave me a hug to greet me before he smooched Sandra.
“Thanks so much for having me, Ace!”
“You are definitely welcome!”

We had such a nice afternoon by the pool. Calvin even took the initiative to make some cocktails in my kitchen. Virgin for Sarah as she was working in the evening. Once she had to leave, things really got interesting.

Calvin and I chatted a little bit at first, but then he suggested we get in the pool. It felt so good to cool off at the end of this warm day of laying in the sun. Before I knew it, Calvin splashed me with some water and we engaged in a little horseplay.

Calvin dunked my head under water a few times before I was able to escape his grip.
“Oh is this what we’re doing?”, I asked rhetorically.
I attacked Calvin and fully submerged him in the water as well, pulling his leg down. His revenge was a full nelson. The playing slowly transformed into fighting.

It was tough to wrestle with half of my body under water. Movements took much more strength and effort. So we were both easily tired out. Also it was hard to get out of the hold. This however did not stop me. Calvin had initiated this fight so I refused to give up.

Under water, I kicked Calvin’s legs as much as I could until he finally let go. Once he did, I was determined to overpower him. His smile seemed to say ‘bring it on’. So I brought it.

I wasn’t sure if it was because of the amount of effort it took to stay afloat, but suddenly it felt like Calvin wasn’t resisting. Or maybe he just didn’t want to. I could easily get him into a sleeperhold. I was even able to dunk his head under water a few times.

Calvin

It didn’t take long for Calvin to pass out in my arms. His thick body floated up and I dragged him up the steps to the tiled edge of the pool. He was so heavy but I managed to get him on dry land.

With his arms over his head, his body was now stretched out, his legs still in the water. The bulge in his trunks stood out, his thick thighs spread apart.

Looking at Calvin unconscious got me hard as a rock. His stomach slowly went up and down with each breath. His sleeping face was perfection. I walked around watching him from every angle as I touched myself and caught my breath at the same time.

It took a while for Calvin to come around but I couldn’t help but smile. It was so great to have a connection like this with him. It was playful and hot at the same time. I liked how he had spontaneously started this fight. Especially now that I had beaten him. Although I wondered if on some level he was letting me win. I did know he enjoyed getting knocked out, so it might have been an easy choice to stop resisting.

Calvin finally started to come to with a few coughs. He raised his head and looked around like he didn’t immediately know where he was. Then a smile appeared on his face.
“Fuck, dude!”
I immediately saw his cock growing in his trunks.

He struggled to sit up so I helped him and sat next to him. My boner was very easily spotted in my Speedos and I noticed Calvin glancing down at it and smiling.
“This was so hot again”, he said.
“It really was”, I agreed.

Calvin

As we sat next to each other, both tenting the fuck out of our swimming trunks, there was nothing I wanted more than to touch Calvin. Touch his cock. Suck it. For him to suck mine. And just see where that would take us. But it couldn’t happen. I would have to save this visual to furiously jack off to it later.

Once Calvin was steady enough to stand, his cock was still rock hard and so was mine.
“Thanks so much for the fun afternoon”, he said, as neither of us addressed the elephant boners in the room.
“You’re very welcome, I had a great time.”

We promised to meet each other in the ring again soon.
“I’ll get my revenge!”, Calvin said.
I wasn’t believing that he would. Either because I was clearly just the better wrestler at this point, or, more likely, part of him loved losing too much.

I barely heard his car leave my driveway and I took down my Speedos and plopped on the couch. I stroked my cock, thinking back to Calvin’s limp body laid out on the edge of my pool. It didn’t take long before I shot a huge load on my chest and stomach.

Calvin

Only two weeks later Calvin and I met again at the wrestling facility. When I got there, Calvin was already in red trunks with a white waistband. He looked really good and I was feeling anxious to get my hands on him again.

Although I did often feel frustrated at the end of a match when we didn’t do anything more sexual and just went our separate ways, each with a raging boner, these wrestling matches really did become something to look forward to. With the small gay community on the island, Calvin passing out in my arms was often the most intimate experience I would have in a month.

Plus, it was like I was scrambling together a collection of mental images of Calvin passed out at the end of each match. Like a Calvin KO spank bank.

Because to be honest, at this point I was expecting to beat Calvin each time. And it wasn’t like he wasn’t trying to beat me. He just couldn’t. And he likely knew that. But the struggle was part of the fun for both of us.

So when Calvin first lunged at me in the ring, I knew I couldn’t underestimate him. He was strong, but when I was at my best, I was always able to outsmart him. He got me in an armbar and when I wasn’t paying attention in a Boston crab. But I got out both times.

Once I noticed Calvin’s body becoming shiny with sweat and his breathing became more labored, it was my time. I went on the attack, and I could tell he was slightly frustrated that this match was playing out quite similarly to our previous ring matches. I was on defense until he wore himself out, after which I could just toy with him.

It didn’t help that Calvin was working hard on becoming stronger, building his muscles, instead of working on his cardio or on his technique. So I remained superior when it came to those two things. And so far it was always enough to beat him.

Calvin

After a few holds of mine and one submission from Calvin, I managed to catch him in a sleeperhold. As his legs got wobbly I lowered to my knees and Calvin sat on the canvas. His hands clawed at my arms but I could tell he knew it was futile. And soon his arms dropped to his sides and he was out cold again.

The now familiar snore echoed through the room and I let go of the hold. Calvin’s head landed on my thigh. I couldn’t help but caress his beautiful face as he laid there unconscious. My cock was growing rapidly in the black briefs I had picked out from the gear closet.

Calvin

I casually caressed Calvin’s hairy chest and stomach as well. I let my finger glide along the bulge in his red trunks. I immediately felt he was wearing something underneath. I lifted the waistband and noticed he was wearing a jockstrap. I smiled.

Calvin was still completely knocked out when I carefully lowered his head to the canvas and got up. I walked to his feet. One more time I cupped his bulge and checked it. Calvin didn’t respond.

I was reminded of Austin’s words on the first night Calvin and I had a fight here.
“It’s tradition around here to wrestle the rest of the night without your trunks once you get choked out!”
Calvin had wrestled another fall in his jockstrap and it had been the hottest thing. So I decided it would just have to happen again.

Calvin

I pulled Calvin’s trunks down his legs and took them all the way off. I felt such power over him. Stripping him of his clothing without him even aware. Sleeping off his loss. I felt amazing. I felt horny. I felt dominant.

I held Calvin’s trunks in my hand and stood on his chest. I flexed my biceps. I was triumphant. The better man. In, like, 5 matches now. I noticed my erection was standing proud.

Calvin

It took a while for my opponent to wake up. It’s like he was out for a longer time after each knockout. When he finally roused and started moving, Calvin still seemed a little out of it.
“What… Oh, I… OK…”
It was like he was somewhere between unconscious and awake. Having a hard time speaking and looked disoriented.

I sat down next to him and caressed his chest. He looked at me and I could tell he had trouble focusing. After a while I could tell he recognized me.
“Wow man… You got me good that time”, he said.
I couldn’t help but smile.

He didn’t have the strength to get up for a while and just continued to lay on the canvas with his eyes closed.
“It’s hard to explain”, he suddenly said, “when I first feel your arm around my neck it feels horrible.”
I liked that he wanted to tell me what it felt like to him.
“But then I grab your arm and it feels so strong… Or I feel your chest against the back of my head… Or I smell your sweat… And I kinda like it.”
I chuckled.
“But the best part is when I start to feel a little foggy. That’s when I know I’m being overpowered. That I should know my place. It’s such a nice feeling. I have to give in.”

Calvin

Hearing this hunk of a man saying these submissive things turned me on even more. I checked his jockstrap and his erection was definitely there again.
“I don’t know if I’ll ever have the strength to resist giving in to that feeling”, he concluded.
“I hope you won’t”, I said softly.
He chuckled and finally opened his eyes again.
“I’ll continue to try though!”
“Yeah, you can try”, I replied.

Calvin sat up and it was great to see his smile. We hung around the ring for a little longer, talking about our shared kink. He was so clearly comfortable hanging out around me in just his jockstrap. And I loved watching him.

I noticed Calvin’s cock eventually went down. Mine didn’t. And I knew it wouldn’t until I got home and jerked myself off to orgasm. And that was just fine with Calvin as well. I knew he was aware of my boner. He just didn’t mention it.

I even told him I masturbate after each of our wrestling meets.
“Me too”, he admitted.
I smiled.

It was quite strange to know that my friend’s boyfriend jerked off to an experience with me several times. But it was actually kind of hot.

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