Kirk, Part 4

Kirk

It had only been a few weeks since the shoot in Florida and I found myself back in Pembroke. It was July, and there were mainly going to be matches filmed outdoors. I walked over the driveway to the front door.

I had kept in touch with Kirk after our unexpected fuck in the ring back in Florida. Our text conversation had started off being mainly sexual. As the weeks went on, we had talked more about how our days were going, giving me more relationship vibes. Part of me wanted to know if this was going to be a romantic sort of thing or not, but I also didn’t want to be the guy to bring that up after one round of sex.

I knew Kirk was going to be there this weekend and I was looking forward to seeing him. Once Troy let me in, he quickly had me take a seat in the large living room, where I saw all the wrestlers were already seated. Troy was clearly giving everyone there a briefing.
“So that means that this weekend”, he continued, “some matches are going to be filmed outdoors.”

I looked around and quickly found Kirk’s eyes on me. He smiled and gave me a subtle wave. I waved back.
“And also, we have been underserving the underwear fetish community, so keep in mind you might be wearing underwear instead of trunks. If you do not want that, please let me know in time. Not all wrestlers are here yet, but the crew is complete, so I suggest we start in a few minutes!”

When the briefing was over, Kirk quickly found his way to me. He gave me a hug. It lasted longer than usual.
“I’m so happy to see you”, he said.
“Me too”, I whispered in his ear.
“Do you have to go?”
“I have to go.”
“I’ll see you during the day”, he said.
He gave me a quick peck and let go of me.
I smiled and winked at him. I picked up my stuff that I had left in the hallway and got ready for the first match.

In the morning, we filmed mat matches in the yard, in the gazebo and the WrestleShack. At one point it got a bit cloudy and Troy ordered the next match to be in the matroom, indoors. As wrestlers had prepared for a mat match, it would be the fairest replacement venue. It turned out to be Kirk’s match for the day.

Grant

Kirk was fighting Grant for his first match. Grant was a rookie, I didn’t really know how to gage him as a wrestler. He seemed like a very nice guy, as well as strong and muscular. I did learn he had been a fan of erotic wrestling and had recently tried competing himself. When it came to wrestling experience, Kirk definitely had the upper hand.

I could tell Kirk was in a good mood. He really felt like today could be his day to win a match. Grant seemed amazed to actually be at the premises, like he had walked onto the set of so many videos he had jerked off to. I figured that wasn’t too far from the truth.

Both guys looked great in underwear that Troy clearly had picked out for them. Grant’s impressive body was packed inside tight pink briefs. Kirk wore a pair of light-blue trunks that were way too small for him. They were wedged up his round butt and got his crotch to vulgarly protrude. He looked amazing.

Right from the start of the action, Kirk was aggressive and dominated Grant quite easily.
“I know my way around a big guy, OK?”, he said, trying to intimidate the rookie.
Kirk focused on Grant’s midsection, punching his abs, stretching him, and eventually bodyscissoring him.
“That’s what you get for stepping on the mat with a pro!”

Grant, Kirk

Kirk being cocky seemed out of place, seeing as he was yet to win a match with this company. But, to be fair, it was finally looking like this would be his time. Grant submitted to Kirk twice in close succession. A smirk started to form on Kirk’s face as the match continued. It wasn’t over yet though.

When Grant was stuck in an arm bar, he flexed his bicep to get out of the hold. With Kirk holding on tight, pulling down with his entire weight, the newbie managed to stand up and lift Kirk’s whole body off the mat, before plowing him down hard. The familiar sound of Kirk’s whimpers filled the room.

From that point on, Grant gained confidence and seemed to enjoy throwing his smaller opponent around. Kirk submitted once and then twice. The rookie had the upper hand and Kirk didn’t seem to find a way to gain and keep the advantage.

Grant, Kirk

I knew it was all over once Grant caught Kirk in a sleeperhold. But even I did not know how it would go from here. Instead of sleepering Kirk out cold, Grant kept releasing and reapplying the hold. Kirk’s body went slack over and over, eventually making him a drowsy, helpless plaything. Grant dragged Kirk back to his feet by his hair, and Kirk could barely stand.

Grant just continued the match, and with each next move Kirk was humiliated as he could not mount a defense. His cries, whimpers and moans turned me on hard as his limp body was hurt even more by the new wrestler. Grant definitely had a talent, but it was still humiliating for Kirk to lose to this guy in such a clear way, when on paper it should have gone the other way.

Finally, Grant caught Kirk in a sleeper one last time and put him out of his misery. When Kirk’s unconscious body lay back against Grant’s chest, he checked Kirk’s arms to see if he was really out cold and then flung his body to the mat face down. With the tiny underwear up his buttcrack, the view was mouthwatering.

Kirk

Grant started a victory lap around the room, very happy with his result. A part of me wondered if this qualified Grant as a force to be reckoned with, or did it say more about Kirk? He was apparently doing so great in other wrestling promotions, but on a gay wrestling website he gets trounced again and again? Something wasn’t adding up.

My hands were starting to shake with excitement as I took a photo of Kirk face down. My cock was rock hard and desperately wanted to enter him once again. Grant rolled Kirk over on his back, stepped over him and stared down at him as he lied sleepered on the mats.
“Just how I like them”, he said, before walking away and leaving Kirk to sleep it off.

Jonny went straight in with his camera to capture the closing shot of Kirk’s blank expression and sprawled out, gorgeous body.
“Five minutes, tight schedule today”, Troy whispered in my ear, followed by a louder “Cut!”

Grant, Kirk

The door had barely closed behind them and I had put away my camera, dropping trou and getting my cock out. One of my hands was all over Kirk and the other was on myself. His smooth, sweaty body quickly got me slipping into his shorts. Soon enough he started moaning as his hand went to his head.
“Wha-what happened?”, he moaned.
I didn’t really know what to respond, as to me it seemed obvious.
“You… lost?”
Kirk seemed really disappointed.
“I was doing so well!”
“Yeah, you were really close this time.”
I wasn’t as focused on the loss, and more on us getting frisky, but I had underestimated how devastated Kirk was.

He sat up against the wall and put his head in his hands.
“It’s never going to happen, is it?”
“I think you have it in you”, I said, as I sat next to him, resigning myself to there not being much hanky panky before the next match.
“You do well in these other wrestling promotions, don’t you?”
“Well, better than this, for sure.”
“So what’s the difference?”
“I… I get turned on.”
“You do?”
“Especially this last one, holy hell. I was horny as fuck.”
I chuckled.
“Why?”, I asked, hoping it was because of me.
“There’s something about not being in control in an erotic sense that just does it for me. It’s only when I’m wrestling here that it has an impact on me, it seems. And it always had ever since I started wrestling here, but now you’re here and knowing what you like… That guy humiliated me and part of me was loving it! Fading in that sleeper over and over, it was… hot! Especially as it was in front of you.”

He looked at me, but he didn’t seem as cheerful as usual. However, him talking like this was not helping my massive boner go down in any way.
“But I don’t want to go on losing matches. I need to get my shit together.”

There was a pause.
“Hey, I gotta get back to work”, I said.
“Let’s talk about this more tonight. You wanna stay over in my bed?”
“Absolutely”, he said, finally smiling at me.

When the day finally came to an end, I was exhausted. I headed up to the room Troy had put me in and found Kirk on my bed, naked.
“Hey”, he said.
I smiled. I put my camera down.
“Hey”, I replied, as I took off my shirt.
“How are you feeling?”
“I was feeling tired, but feeling better now that I see you”, I said as I kicked my shoes off. “How about yourself?”
“A little woozy from the match, but otherwise fine”, he replied calmly, his cock semi-erect across his thigh.

I took my pants down and stepped out of them.
“Like, too woozy to do anything but sleep?”
He looked down at my crotch where the outline of my boner must have been clearly visible.
“No”, he replied slowly, staring at my cock. “No, not that woozy.”

I pulled my underwear down and stepped out of those, too. Kirk’s view was transfixed as I saw his own cock spontaneously grow harder and more upright as the rest of his body remained still but for a lick of his lips.

I made my way over to the bed and straddled him. I bent forward and kissed him passionately. He jerked our hard cocks together with both of his hands. Soon enough he broke our kiss to ask if he could suck my dick. I chuckled.
“Of course!”
“I didn’t get to it last time and regretted it ever since.”
I smiled. I sat on his chest and he eagerly put my cock in his mouth. He did a great job of blowing me, I think I moaned quite loudly.

After a while, Kirk stopped.
“Sssh…”, he whispered seductively, “there’s wrestlers sleeping on the other side of this wall.”
We both chuckled as he put my cock back in his mouth.

Soon enough, I just had to fuck him again and he seemed very eager to receive me. He continued to lay down on his back where he had and I entered him, missionary style. Watching his facial expressions as his hole got used to my cock turned me on so much. His moans and whimpers were always a trigger for me, and suddenly I felt like I wasn’t going to last very long.

“Your cock feels so good”, he whined.
I bit my lip and fucked him slowly.
“Oh my God, yeah, just like that”, he said, as we didn’t break eye contact.
His gorgeous dick was rock hard as it lay on his stomach, right before me. I put it in my hand and started jerking it slowly, to the rhythm of my thrusts.
“Ohhh….”, Kirk started, and I could tell he was about to cum.

As if bracing himself, he held on to the sheets of the bed as a long stream of cum shot high into the air, onto the pillow and Kirk’s face. His high pitched moaning was now faster. A second stream caught just as much air and landed on Kirk’s chin and chest. He looked at me with a look of absolute pleasure. It was such a hot spectacle, that I knew I also had to cum. I pulled out my cock as Kirk’s third shot of cum landed on his stomach. My orgasm was just beginning and I ended up coming all over Kirk’s chest and abs.

When both of our orgasms were finally over, I knew we were both exhausted. We were both still panting. Kirk was drenched.
“I-I’ll go get a towel”, I said.
After an affectionate shower, Kirk and I cuddled up in bed together and fell asleep.

The next morning, we were still spooning each other. It was great to wake up next to someone for the first time in quite a while. I’d had such a hot night and I was starting to develop feelings for Kirk. I kissed the back of his neck to wake him up. We got ready together and had breakfast together.

Kirk

Troy approached us in the kitchen.
“Hey, lovebirds!”
“Good morning”, Kirk and I said, with big smiles on our faces.
“You’re up first this morning, did you know that?” Troy directed his question at Kirk.
“Honestly, I totally forgot”, Kirk said.
“No wonder, from what I heard this guy fucked your brains out last night”, Troy stated as he nodded towards me.
I laughed, incredulously.
“I can’t believe you just said that.”
“So, WrestleShack, 30 minutes. Here is your underwear.”
He handed Kirk a blue pair of briefs from 2XIST.

Bryan offered to clean up our dishes so Kirk and I could get ready. I got my camera set up as I watched Kirk change into the blue briefs, which looked amazing on him. Already on the way to the WrestleShack I snapped a quick photo of him.

Mason

We ran into Mason who was wearing an identical pair of briefs but in red. Mason was going to be Kirk’s opponent for the day.
“Hey man! Are you ready?”
Kirk and Mason seemed to be friendly with each other. From what I had seen, Mason was a nice guy during any downtime we got. But I had photographed enough of his matches to know that he could be ruthless. I was pretty sure Kirk knew this however, as Mason was known for it.

When we got to the Shack, Troy was there to explain a concept he’d thought of.
“So you’ll be wrestling in the underwear that I gave you, but you will start off in these shorts”, he said as he held up a blue pair and a white pair of shorts.
“If you can wrestle your opponent out of the shorts first, you get on the board, it will count as a fall, all right?”
“Got it!”

I took the portrait photos and I could tell Kirk was in the zone. He wanted to win this one bad.

Kirk, Mason

Once the match started, Kirk made the first move, but Mason was prepared. Within seconds, Kirk found himself with his nose pressed against the mat. Mason seemed to have everything under control. He was definitely in charge for the first few minutes and got very close to pulling down Kirk’s shorts. He underestimated Kirk when it came to his tenacity. Kirk did not want to give up his shorts and managed to hang on, but only just.

After a longer time than I had initially expected, Mason managed to take off Kirk’s shorts. 1-0. Kirk furiously took down Mason right after to take off his shorts. These first few minutes had lit a fire in Kirk and I was hoping he would be able to follow through now. But Mason was a master on the mats. He got Kirk in the most agonizing and painful of holds. Kirk, however, refused to tap. It was like he was channeling his pain into a hunger for vengeance.

Even though Mason dominated the match, Kirk was making it difficult for him. Kirk managed to squirm out of the most impossible situations, to immediately find himself locked or stretched out in a new position. It was a great match to photograph, but I could see both men getting tired. It was an intense and exhausting match.

Kirk, Mason

With the score still at 1-0, Mason seemed to get annoyed by Kirk and wanted the match to be over with.
“You know what, it’s time for you to go to sleep”, he told Kirk as he wrapped his legs around his neck in a figure four headscissor. The back of Kirk’s head was now resting on Mason’s bulge. Kirk’s expression immediately turned to panic as he slowly but surely faded. I saw Kirk’s own pronounced bulge in his underwear as I licked my lips.

Still squirming, till the very last second, with his limbs flying everywhere in a desperate attempt to break free, Kirk tried. He tried hard. I admired him for his efforts. But I admired the view of him getting knocked the fuck out just that little bit more. When he finally did pass out, his right leg was flung across the other, and his body was partially turned on its side.

Kirk, Mason

Mason released the hold as Kirk’s head flopped onto the mat. He was out.
“Yeah!”, Mason said as he got up and cheered.
He rolled Kirk onto his back and planted a foot on his chest and flexed his biceps. I noticed the outline of Kirk’s gorgeous cock pointing up in his briefs. It had been another great match, but unfortunately Kirk just didn’t have it in him.

Mason posed a few more times and finally left the WrestleShack. Jonny went in for a final shot.
“Cut!”, Troy said predictably.
He walked over to me and said, “That was hot, I’ll give you 10.”
I smiled.

Mason, Kirk

I put down my camera and sat next to Kirk’s sleeping body. I casually touched his chest, arms and abs. I went down to his bulge and started slowly caressing it. When I gave his cock a little squeeze, he woke up. He moaned.
“Aww, man!”
He seemed bummed to have lost the match again.
“This guy was really good”, I said.
“No, I’m really good as well!”
“Yeah, yeah, of course!”

Kirk sat up and moped. I sat next to him and caressed his knee.
“You know what, this isn’t good for me.”
“What?”
I looked at him, not sure what he was saying.
“I can’t be with a guy who gets off on me losing, I’m sorry.”
I got sad. I was so hoping we could try and make something work.
“I have to focus on winning a match here and as much as I’ve enjoyed being with you, I can’t do it anymore. I hope you understand.”
I nodded.
“I understand, but I’m still sad.”

There was a short silence.
“Like, I’m OK with you continuing to photograph my matches, it’s just the other stuff. I got to make some changes so I’ll be taken seriously around here.”
“I get it.”
But actually, I didn’t get it. I really didn’t want him to choose his career over me, but it felt like that was what he was doing. Then again, we hadn’t known each other for that long.

Thankfully though, I still had the pictures.

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