Calvin, Part 4

Calvin

I locked my car, threw my gym bag over my shoulder and walked towards the building. I climbed the steps and found the front door unlocked. I recognized the hallway to the wrestling facility and looked around to find Calvin. I quickly found him, stretching outside of the ring.

“Hey”, I said.
“Hey man”, he responded as he walked up to me for a hug.
His thick furry body was only covered with a small pair of leopard print trunks. I already noticed my cock responding.

I wasn’t sure how I was going to continue this. I loved my friend Sandra very much, and I was really appreciating my time with Calvin as well. But it was the two of them who were together. Now that I regularly pleasured myself thinking about Calvin and I knew he did the same with me, didn’t really feel right.

And my thoughts and fantasies about Calvin had started to become more than purely sexual. I definitely had a crush on him. Only last week I’d had a dream about him where I came home after work and found him cooking in my kitchen in nothing but a jockstrap.

I had decided I should talk to Calvin about it. And now here I was, feeling his strong arms around me, smelling his smell.
“I-I…”, I stammered, “I wanna talk to you about something.”
“Sure”, Calvin said.

We sat down on a bench.
“I, uhm… I feel a little guilty towards Sandra.”
Calvin nodded.
“Because of the wrestling?”
“More because… I derive sexual pleasure from her boyfriend on a regular basis.”
I saw his grin. He looked proud of what I was telling him.

“She knows that, though”, Calvin tried to comfort me.
“True. But still… it doesn’t feel right.”
Part of me wanted to tell him I was starting to get feelings for him. But in the moment, I realized I couldn’t.

“So… do you want to stop doing this?”, Calvin asked, looking at the wrestling ring.
“No! No, definitely not.”
Calvin smiled.
“Just trust me”, he said, “you have nothing to feel guilty about.”
I sighed.
“OK.”

I got changed into some wrestling gear and I walked back into the ring where Calvin was still warming up. I did the same thing and tried to shake off what I felt before.

But it was clear that I was off my game. Either that, or Calvin had really improved his wrestling technique. I felt myself get tangled up into holds that were very hard to get out of. Eventually he got me in a camel clutch that I just had to tap for.

Calvin

Calvin was so happy. It was the first time since we had started wrestling together that he got a submission on me. I smiled, but my competitive side was getting fired up. I watched Calvin’s wide smile and pictured his sleeping face again. I knew right then and there that I was going to knock him out again.

It turned out that it wasn’t so easy. The second fall was a lot of grappling. We both went at each other like never before. It was by far the most competitive match we’d had. Our bodies became sweatier and sweatier. I heard moans and grunts come from Calvin as well as myself. It was clear it would be a question of who had the most stamina.

From earlier matches I knew that had been me. But Calvin was giving it his all today. Had he been practicing? Had he been working on his cardio? His technique? I knew I was still faster than him and I had to use that.

I just needed an opening where I could quickly overwhelm him. Our bodies had become so slippery with sweat, it became harder and harder to hold on. But there it was.

Calvin pushed me on my back, and just as he wanted to crawl on top of me, I was able to wrap my arm around his neck for a guillotine choke. It was a dangerous choke, I knew, and seemingly so did Calvin as he panicked.

Calvin

I was amazed with how quickly the hold took effect. In what felt like 3 seconds at most, Calvin’s body went limp and his snore echoed through the room. I let go and his body flopped onto the canvas. His snore continued, softer now. It let me know he was breathing and would be OK.

I flipped Calvin’s heavy body onto his back, hoping to give his lungs more air. And there it was. The sleeping face I had pictured earlier. The open mouth, the closed eyes. The heaving chest. I wanted to do nothing but touch his beautiful body inappropriately.

I realized I was rock hard. I started touching myself. Calvin laid there, completely gone. Out cold. Unconscious. Although I didn’t understand why, this part turned me on so much. I whipped my cock out of my trunks and started stroking.

Calvin

I never felt guilt in the moment. Only afterwards. Watching Calvin’s sleeping body spread out in the middle of the ring got me horny. Very horny. Every time. My cock thickened in my hand, more and more. And my opponent needed so much time to sleep it off.

After a minute and a half he moaned. I thought he would wake up soon. For some reason I now didn’t care. My cock and balls were still out as I jerked off. We had told each other that we both masturbated to our matches. I had nothing to hide.

It took another minute before Calvin moved his arms and his eyes blinked open. He looked up at my fat dick.
“Fuck”, he muttered.
He closed his eyes again though I detected a smile.
“You’re making me so horny but I’m too dizzy to do anything about it”, he said.
I chuckled.

I sat down next to him and continued to jerk off.
“Is this OK?”
“I thought you were feeling guilty”, Calvin replied, his eyes still closed.
I noticed his cock tenting the leopard briefs, throbbing even.
“You reassured me.”

“As nice a dick as that is, I’m sorry, I can’t do anything like that with you”, he said as he continued to lay on the canvas. “It’d cross the line.”
“I understand”, I said, and the feelings of guilt already came back.
“Thanks a lot for showing me though”, Calvin said, smiling.

Although I hadn’t asked for Calvin to do anything sexual with me, it had felt very sexy to stroke my cock all out in the open while he was knocked out. I guess I just had to make sure to put it back in my trunks on time.

Calvin

Once Calvin had gotten himself back together he was surprisingly quick to get ready for a second match-up.
“Are you sure?”, I asked.
“Of course! You scared?”
“Not in the slightest.”

Even though Calvin had put up the best fight so far, usually after getting knocked out once, he became laughably easy to manhandle. And it was exactly what I was looking forward to.

“These guns don’t frighten you?”, he asked me, giving me a single bicep flex.
I scoffed.
“Once you start to figure out how to use those I might.”
Calvin laughed. I was amazed at how well my trash talk was working.

We locked up and immediately started grappling. Although we were no longer sweaty, the musky smell was still there. Our body contact was hot, but I was very focused at first. Then I noticed Calvin’s cock was still rock hard. That was new.

“Are you trying to distract me with this?”, I asked as I grabbed his cock.
“Hey!”
Calvin seemed offended at first but then laughed.
“Is it working?”
His cock had a nice size to it, average in length, above average in thickness.

We continued to fight but I was on top and Calvin was struggling.
“Not really, look at you”, I said.
“I… I just can’t stop picturing your cock”, he then admitted.
He seemed genuine. I let go of his cock.

“That makes sense”, I replied.
Calvin pulled my leg away with his, managing to get me off of him. The fight continued, but as I had predicted, it became so much easier to take on Calvin and soon he was too tired.

Finally, when I knew he had no more fight left in him, I wrapped my legs around his waist from behind, accidentally pushing his boner down with my foot. I wrapped my arm around his neck for a sleeperhold.
“Fuck!”, he exclaimed.

I felt the rigidity of his erection against my feet. It was such a hot feeling. My cock started to get hard again as well.
“I…”
“Tap or nap!”, I said.
“I’m… cumming…”

Calvin muttered those words right before I felt something warm against my foot and he passed out in my arms. It only took a few seconds for him to go out. I was so caught off guard with everything that happened that I forgot to release the hold. Calvin’s loud snores brought me back to the present.

Calvin

I leaned back on my hands and Calvin’s body leaned back on mine. I looked at his face on my chest and saw his eyes hadn’t fully closed. I was faced with the whites of his eyes. His mouth was opened wide, his jaw fully relaxed. I looked down at his body and noticed the wet spot in his tenting trunks.

Fuck, this was hot. With Calvin’s warm body still against mine I reached into my trunks and started to jack off. Calvin’s body shook with each of my moments, as he was completely limp. He was completely out of it. I softly slapped his face, not getting a reaction. I tried to close his mouth, but it was like it only fell open wider every time.

I let my hand slide down his hairy chest and stomach as they inflated with each of his breaths. When I felt his crotch, I could tell he had cum a huge amount, but his cock had already started to go down.

I was able to have my way with Calvin’s senseless body for about two minutes before he started to come to. His leg twitched.
“Uhh.. what is… how…?”
He was babbling nonsense.
“Ace? You… you good. Good and sexy”, he mumbled.

I gave him a kiss on his forehead, which seemed to rouse him.
“Huh?”
His eyes fluttered open.
“Oh. Hey”, he smiled as he looked at me.
Our faces were so close all of a sudden.
“You OK?”
He nodded.

Neither of us said anything for a split second and I knew. I knew what was about to happen. Calvin kissed me. It was so hot. It was everything I had wanted. I caressed his gorgeous face with my hand.

We totally lost ourselves in each other. Calvin turned around to sit on his knees and sucked my dick. Less than half an hour ago he said he wouldn’t, but it was like all bets were off. He’d had an orgasm from me choking him out. It was like he was mine now. He looked up into my eyes as my big black dick went in and out of his mouth. He moaned softly. I moaned loudly.

I shot my load in his mouth and he eagerly gobbled everything up. He was so submissive and I loved it. I realized just how compatible we were.
“Was that good?”, he asked once he had swallowed.
I nodded. But I was silent.

We sat on the canvas, catching our breath. Feelings of guilt started to flood back to me. We had taken it too far. I saw Calvin’s expression change as well. He scratched the back of his neck.

I wasn’t sure if this could have been the last time Calvin and I wrestled. It made me sad. Sandra’s friendship did mean a lot to me, but I saw such potential in Calvin, I felt like I was willing to risk it.

“I, uhm…”, he started.
The silence was deafening.
“I gotta go.”

Calvin got up, walked out of the ring and got his stuff. I was suddenly scared I was about to lose both Calvin and Sandra. My cock still dripping, I got myself together and tried to chase him. His car was already gone.

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