Story by Mule, edits by Stefan, original art by Steve
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Mule v Slut's Lil Bro
I added this new slut into my cock rotation about 3 weeks ago. She's a fit chick from the gym, 24 year old HBB and always down to fuck. The sex is great, we did lazy doggy, reverse cowgirl, anal full nelson and flying dutchman all on our first date. By anal full nelson she had fallen in love with my dick. Then she cooked me eggs and bacon while I recharged. Plus she is an operating room nurse and has to leave by 4 am for work so you don't even have to talk to her or cuddle in the morning! Definitely a keeper.
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| Killer leg day |
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| Squatting 600 lbs for a double... |
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| Mule making it look easy.... |
It turns out that she has a little brother that works out at the same gym I go to in Boulder. I have seem him around, he's a high school wrestler and works out with a whole pack of 4-5 other school teamates. He stands out among the other kids because of his thick wrestler neck and traps, and his huge forearms.
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| Someone admiring Mule's heavy squats... |
Unlike most high school kids in the gym, who spent most of their time looking at their phones, these dudes obviously know what they are about cuz both him and the whole pack of kids are hooge. I know for a fact their team is rated 3rd in Colorado for wrestling.
So I am sitting in the locker room after a killer leg work out trying to gather the energy to go hit the showers when the kid comes up to me and starts up a conversation.
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| The kid starts a convo with Mule... |
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| So Mule, I understand you're dating my sister... |
"Sup Mule...I saw you squatting a Buick for reps when I came in. Gave me and my crew some motivation for my own workout. I'm Jayson. I understand your dating my sister..."
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| Sis, ...Nurse HBB Heavenly Blessed Beauty |
"If by dating you mean fucking her brains out then yeah I guess so...." I think as I go through the regs trying to figure out whose brother this would be and finally settle on Nurse HBB. I then grunt a response something like "yeah shes a cool chick" since I can't remember her name.
Still conversating, he is getting dressed out for his workout. As he pulled the shirt off, I could see lines of muscle as the fabric stretched across his back. As the shirt came off, I have to admit that there was a lot more man there than I had imagined. Jayson was a very good looking to the point of being striking, a ginger haired lad of around 5'9" tall with a beefy wrestler build. He was brawny rather than cut like a Men's Fitness model. Jayson still sported some of his baby fat, such that he had a four-pack rather than a sixer or one of those genetically gifted eight-packers such as the one your Mule sports. Still he was displaying serious muscle for a Junior. He had the compact powerful look of a trained wrestler. Well, at least that part of his story checks out.
The harsh glare of the overhead lights treated the young stud’s body well. Every ridge of muscle stood out in high relief across his back as he wadded up his t-shirt and tossed it into an open locker. I have to admit, I was impressed with the young stud’s body. Yes, he did have upper arms to match his powerful forearms. His biceps look like they would stretch the tape a good 18” or so, topped off with delts that set off the biceps real well. The rest of him fell in line, a good solid looking chest and thick well-developed abs and obliques. His thick, solid waist had the firm look of power and toughness.
He unlaces his football shorts, and shoves them down, stripping butt naked. He's got the Aesthetic Glutes and thick legs of a wrestler. But what drops my jaw is a huge, thick cock dangling between his muscular legs. He smiles as he catches me looking at his huge manhood. His penor is long and thick plus Jayson has got two huge low hanging hairless balls the size of duck eggs. His cock, hanging here right in front of me, is even bigger than my own oversized rod - just as thick and inches longer. Half again as long as mine... This kid has the biggest dick I've ever seen - and I've seen quite a few! I find myself being the one experiencing penis envy for a change. I immediately hate the kid and his giant dick.
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| Jayson |
Jayson is standing there with his arms folded and his cock out, confident as shit waiting for me to drop my towel with this "let's see if you even come close to this muscle boy!" smirk on his face.
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| Jayson standing with his arms folded and his cock out |
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| Jayson is hung like a fucking horse... |
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| I feel like this kid is challenging me to a dick measuring contest |
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| His cock is even bigger than mine |
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| "Let's see if you even come close to this muscle boy!" |
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| I mean-mugged his kielbasa while my own bratwurst swelled and saluted the bigger sausage |
Normally, getting naked in front of other guys wouldn't be a problem for me, most of the times, I've got the biggest dick anyway. But having just finished heavy squats, I got dick atrophy because all the blood is in my legs and not in my dick, plus I got all the shrinkage that comes from the caffeine and stimulant packed pre-workout supplements. I know I'm being challenged to a dick measuring contest, but even though I am at a temporary disadvantage and not at my blue ribbon finest, I don't see any way out. I stand up, and drop my towel.
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| I drop my towel... I feel embarrassed to show my cock for the first time in my life ... Jayson just smirks! |
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"I got to admit I'm a little disappointed...." Jayson grins... "the way my sister talked I expecting more! But it's still a nice cock bro (no homo!)
I wonder where they had this rather odd familial convo, and hoped it wasn't during a Kentucky full nelson. But my hatred of the kid for being more well endowed than I, was now intensified by him being so snot nosed about it. I can't stand cocky fuckers like this, so desperate for attention they flash their huge cocks at everyone. It makes my blood boil how much he flaunts his assets, sure it's big but he is still being a muthaphucking dick for showing off his body and his massive endowment just to see the response he got from me .... I am feeling like I oughta teach him a lesson by bending him over and impaling dat ass, after all, he got dem perfectly sculpted glutes just asking to be Mule branded. I wonder if he would still think my 9" dick should be larger when I am shoving it up his arse at full throttle.
But before I can say anything, Jayson looks at his phone and goes "Woah! It's almost 5! I only got 10 minutes to shower and get some shorts on. My Mom is picking me up out front and she threatened to ground me if I'm late again.
I head meekly to the showers feeling just a little humiliated and penis-cowed. Jayson has already finished his 2-minute shower and is at his locker pulling on his clothes. Over his upper body, he was slipping on a flimsy, gym rat tank top rested over his beefy pecs. The spaghetti straps of his deeply cut stringer covered little and left his hard nipples jutting free. Over his upper body, a flimsy, gym rat tank top rested over his massive pecs. The spaghetti straps covered little and left his hard nipples jutting free.
Covering his ample manhood were some well worn tight elastic lace-up football shorts! They made his quads look huge, displayed his XXXL package, and exposed his bubble butt and its curvaceous perfection to all.
"Nice chat Mule! I got to jet. See you around bro!" Jayson yelled over his shoulder as he ran down the row of lockers carrying his gym bag. The half - dozen or so other teen jocks finishing up their after-school workouts. Everyone of them he passed took a friendly feel of his studly muscles, or gave him a thump in his pouch, or a hard slap on his butt.
Covering his ample manhood was a tight, forest-green thong. Its strap dug between his cheeks, completely exposing his bubble butt and its curvaceous perfection to all. Seemed like Jayson was the Alpha of a pack of teen jocks that all thought they were too cool for school.
Flash forward a couple of days to Friday night at her place. She gonna have to be up at 4 am so we started smashing early. I wake up about midnight, and the well fucked chick is out cold. I'm hungry so I go prowling for something to eat in the kitchen. She lives alone so I don't expect to run into anybody.
So I am standing in front the open refrigerator, drinking milk out the jug, the only light being from the fridge. I am taking a big swig when I hear someone say "Save some of that for me, Mule...".
I am startled to see Jayson standing right next to me, in some grey sweatpants.
"Fuck, you startled me man, I didn't know you stayed here...." I said my pulse racing like a kid caught by his Mom jacking off.
"Just on the nights when I am running too late for curfew. I crash here on sis's couch rather than get chewed out by the parents," he explains. "Man you and sis were fucking up a storm, I could hear the moans and screams.. not to mention the walls shaking..." I just kinda grin, taking that as a compliment.
"Cool, maybe we can grab some breakfast in the morning. Your sis got to leave at 4 but I am gonna sleep here until at least 7...." I say... "Cool" is his reply, "see you in the morning if not before..." which seemed like an odd response.
I didn't even wake when Nursie got dressed and left. She had told me to let myself out in the morning.
I awoke from a deep sleep to find myself hotly aroused. This was more than a night-time erection. It felt like sex. I felt myself on the verge of an ejaculation, but it wasn't like a wet dream. It felt like something, or someone, had aroused me. Had Nurse HBB come back for a quickie?
As the cobwebs cleared, I could feel something hard rubbing against my cock. I tried to move, but my arms were pinned. My Mule penis was not only erect, it was aroused and dripping precum. The muscle in my dick could feel hard pressure against it. Every time it started to swell bigger and stand up, something hard and heavy was grinding it back down.
In the darkness, I felt something warm and hard pressing against his lower body. I heard breathing and felt the tickle of warm hot moist air. Coming to full consciousness, I realized that someone was on top of me in the bed. WTF...
It is a very out-of-control feeling that envelopes a guy when he thinks he is alone in a bedroom and awakens to feel someone on top of him, straddling his crotch and pinning him in bed.
My first impulse was to power up with my arms, but I felt my attacker's arms holding me down...that steady rubbing and grinding on my 9" Mule dick continued. As panic-stricken as I was feeling, I was also feeling pleasure. My dick was having fun without me, throbbing down there with passion to match my dismay.
As I resisted with flexing arms, a voice said, "Now, now, my little princess, don't fight it. It'll go better for you if you don't resist."
Your Mule recognized Jayson's voice. "What the fuck...is this sexual WWE, did Nursie tag her l'il bro when she left the ring?" -- I thought.
"What are you doing here?" I demanded. My erection meanwhile was doing its own thing, enjoying that grinding, rubbing motion as the young muscleboy straddled my hips and applied his big teen musclecock against my man-dick.
Soft laughter in the darkness. "I think it's obvious what I'm doing," Jayson said. "I'm making the princess sing."
I was madder than hell, but my treacherous cock was still warming up for the Hallelujah Chorus. The rubbing and grinding on your Mule's penis got a little harder. My rigid erection delighted in the young muscleboy's continuing grinding action, all the while my mind fumed with outrage. Time for some MIND OVER COCK activation!
Summoning all my arm strength, this Mule tried to push up against the muscleteen, but Jayson countered my action sinew for sinew. FUCK Mule, you're pinned on your back by the best High School Wrestler in the Rocky States Conference. You're not going anywhere until the teen decides to let you up! He can keep you pinned on the bottom under him as long as he wants too, and nothing I can do about it. Jayson felt me sag and knows that I have accepted the situation, and triumphantly pumped his hard musclecock more vehemently against your Mule's erect cock. As Jayson pumped his erect tool against mine, this Mule also felt myself being overpowered in the upper body. My own cock was betraying me, sapping my energy and my blood flow needed desperately by my arms and pecs.
Jayson pumped my dick and overpowered my man-muscles. I fought back with my big cock; I didn't want my stud-cock to get whipped by a fucking teenage kid, but Jayson had the advantage on me.
The muscular teen continued to pump his powerful pecker and hold my arms as he locked his lips on my nipple and raked it with his tongue. My body quivered involuntarily as Jayson sucked and slobbered on my tit. Fuck, this teen is a good in bed as he is on the wrestling mats!
"What do you want?" I asked plaintively.
Soft laughter again. "I've got what I want," Jayson answered. "I want to hear you say it, though. I want to hear you BEG for it"
The bigger penis bullied the smaller one. Even with my cock fully erect, Jayson's huge cock dwarfed my own nine inch cock by at least two inches, and he wasn't even fully hard. He held me down tightly. After a few minutes of rubbing our swords together, my smaller penis submitted under the power and size of Jayson's huge cock.
"That's right, Mule. My cock is bigger than yours, more powerful that yours, so just give in and be my plaything...." Jayson coaxed seductively.
Your Mule could feel my cock beginning to spurt. I tried to hold it back, but it was no use. The teen muscle-dick was whipping me off. I felt the throbbing passion of ejaculation. And the muscle-penis kept pushing and rubbing against me. I let loose a barrage of expletives against Jayson like I had Tourette's or something.
Jayson locked his lips against mine, muffling my verbal curses. Then I grew quiet as I yielded to the sensual pleasures unfolding from those lips. Good kissers are rare enough in my experience, but this boy was phenomenal. Better than his sister...we are talking platinum level kisser...of a magnitude I had only experienced with Jamal. I could taste a cherry tootsie roll pop as Jayson shoved his tongue down inside my mouth and I was lost in a haze of erotic delights...I confess I yielded to these overwhelming temptations as every synapse in my Mule brain fired like fireworks, and endorphins flooded my brain clouding my judgement and taking the fight out of me.
Jayson looked in my eyes and saw the look of surrender, my mouth was preoccupied unable to speak, but he saw my EYES were begging for it, which pleased the young stud to no end. My cock continued to throb as our hard erections grinded together and our mouths were locked in the lip version of a bearhug. Jayson intensified the pumping his hips and humping his muscular studwhipper against your Mule's throbbing man-tool bringing me to ultimate crescendo.
I began to buck and squirm in an effort to escape the pin, but Jayson is locked on tight and begins to furiously hump my 9" throbbing cock into submission! Jayson's lethal weapon was bigger, stronger and more virile than mine. Your Mule cannot escape; my ass is now involuntarily humping up and down as I begin to lose all control.
When your Mule's prince was finished singing, Jayson stopped kissing me and let go of the pin. The muscular young teen got off his mount and stood up, turning on the lights. He smirked over at me, your Mule still lost in an ecstatic haze.
Jayson touched his lips with two fingers of his right hand and extended out the fingers in the direction of your Mule. He clearly knew that tantalizing, inexorable power of those succulent lips.
"Now you know my signature closer, nobody has been able to resist it to date!"
I lay in the bed, violins still playing in my head, my legendary dick whipped off by the young muscular teencock. My chest was covered with my own cum, which was flowing down to the crevices of my deep rock hard abs, which now acted as cum gutters causing rivulets of my man juice to soak the sheets I was laying on. I looked at Jayson's hardon. It was still standing at attention, long, thick, beefy big and hard as a rock. It matched Jayson's muscular body. It's huge. That cock belongs on a fucking horse. I must confess feeling a desperate hunger for it...my cock was not only thing that had been whipped by Jayson.
My eyes slowly wandered from the allure of that big triumphant pecker to the solid muscular abdominals of this beefy young Adonis. The teen wrestler jock was the human embodiment of a tank, a stud rippling with muscle and power. -- beefy muscles and thick muscles and muscles in places where most men don't even have places. Pissed as I was at him and his giant dick, I have to admit that Jayson-teen jock and heartthrob-is hot as hell.
"This kid must work out every day," I thought to myself as I scanned his impressive bod. My experienced eye revealed at a glace that he was built like a wrestler. Short and thick as fuck, huge legs and muscle butt, low center of gravity. None of that beach boy six pack abs shit for him. He had a wide, solid core, thick abdominals stacked like concrete blocks. An invulnerable midsection that a cannon shot would bounce off of. "He's packing serious muscle and it shows, sure some of it was sheathed in baby fat. But it was the athletic body of the All State High School wrestling champ, all deliciously alluring brawn." My lust-fueled eyes studied the bare-ass naked Jayson with new appreciation, my sex-driven gaze roamed to the beefy round pecs. I don't know when he has time for school when his impressive physique suggests he spends most of his time at the gym. A 16 year old with a Learners Permit, not even old enough to shave. With a 53' chest and a cock half again longer than mine. "How is that even fucking possible?!" -- I thought. Jayson is a freak of nature who won the genetic lottery for athleticism and muscle. I was literally salivating, this kid had rung my Pavlovian bell. Next, I admired the muscles in that firm, young bull neck, the hard neck of a top tier high school wrestler. Two of the firmest glutes I have ever seen in my life. And then, the smooth, handsome, almost pretty, face. The sort of boy-band beauty that no doubt had both his female classmates AND their Mom's swooning; and now it was your Mule's turn to go all fan-girl over Jayson. Our eyes met, and the youth smirked, I am fucking drooling over him, and he caught me. Jayson was enjoying his victory.
Too much.
The All State wrestler had not only out wrestled me with a pin, but he had out sexed me to boot.
His eyes shone with confident manhood. He had claimed the Mule's prince as his prize.
"Want to wrestle for two out of three?" Jayson asked. I could see the challenge in his eyes.
Jayson flexed his canon-ball arm muscles and rippled his abdominals. "That is, if you think you can maintain your erection long enough to try anything. Maybe you need a viagra old-timer"
"Too much conceit," your Mule thought. The muscle-dick needed a good ass-whipping and I was just the man to do it!
Jayson stood on the side of the bed flexing his boy muscles. He interpreted my silence as submission. "I had heard you are a tough-guy. I figured you would fight a little harder and longer. I expected more of a challenge. I guess you simply don't live up to your rep, much like that cock of yours"
I was fuming, nobody talks that way about Mule jr. Jayson turned around and walked over to the chair where he picked up his bikini briefs. I sat up in bed and, spitting venom, snarled. "Two out of three."
Jayson stopped.
He turned slowly, grinning from ear to ear! "What did you say?"
"Two out of three," I responded. "Me and you. Stud-cock and faggot penis. One on one."
Jayson sneered. "Faggot penis? You must be talking about yourself. It's your cock that submitted. It was you who went all queer over the Jaysonator!"
I didn't like the cocky attitude of the young muscleboy. Now while everything the punk had said was TECHNICALLY true, it still needed to be crammed back down that smug punk kid's mouth, ALONG with my donger. Once again, I thought to myself, that Jayson's musclecock needed a good whipping. Plus 'Jaysonator', for PHUQ SAKE, for that self-styled moniker alone, I knew I had to turn this smart ass kid into my total bitch!
"It's easy to whip a man off when you've mounted him while he's asleep," I said. "Any little Memphis Belle knows how to do that. I'm surprised you didn't whip me off with your lips so that your boy-dick wouldn't have to face the challenge of a real cockfight."
Jayson looked at me. His eyes took in all of your Mule's well-developed body. The young buck felt me challenging his manhood. His pride wouldn't let him back down. He wanted complete submission from the older muscle stud. He tossed his bikini briefs aside.
"You were feeling differently about these lips a moment ago...you were fucking HUNGERING for them like a good little bitch. But asleep or awake you are still going to be my bottom bitch...I don't think I can call you Mule anymore, I shall call you Suzie Q."
And with THAT, it was ON!
Your Mule and Jayson locked together in a test of strength. At 6'3", I was 6" taller than my muscleteen opponent and outreached him; but Jayson was brawny and powerful.
I tried to use my height to my advantage, but DAYUM, that muscular pretty-boy was strong as phuq! We grinded our bodies together. Our hard cocks punched and rubbed each other. Jayson's muscle-penis was bigger and stronger.
As we stood against one another in competition, the muscle-penis punched my Mule penis. Jayson pressured his hard pecker against my man-tool. This Mule felt my penis getting rubbed by the young muscle-stud filling me with mixed sensations of fury and delight.
I pumped up my muscles and tried to overpower my teen opponent; but Jayson was too strong and conditioned for that. With his wrestling skills, the State Champ was able to shift his center of gravity so as to make himself unmovable.
Both of us grabbed for each other, rubbing our heaving chests together and mashing our erect nipples against each other. Grunting in animal lust our faces connected in a slobbering, tongue-probing kiss as two crazed bodybuilders ground their spewing jackhammers together.
Two meaty rumps flexed with each powerful thrust of our pelvises. We were like two rutting bulls engaged in a fierce cockfight. Jayson started to lap at my jaw and then clamped his hot mouth on my thick neck, biting and sucking the tender flesh. Suddenly I found myself the teenage jock's prey, having to fight off his amorous attack. The wrestling boy wonder released my neck with a loud plop and then attacked my left nipple with his teeth and tongue, swirling and sucking on the tender nub.
With my head thrown back, a growling and snarling high school muscle stud attacked my huge chest. He assaulted this musclebound stallions nips and pecs while still grinding and mashing our crotches together. A low moan escaped from my parted lips, betraying the intense pleasure I was feeling as the teen make-out artist worked me over my over developed male chesticles like a he would a set of triple D cheerleader tits. Funk'n Jayson was getting to me. He had my body turned on and my motor running. Next followed a torrid make-out session which finally ended with both Herculean hunks standing there, breathing heavily and glaring at each other's magnificent bodies. I was aching with desire while my head was spinning from the hot as fuck school-boys top tier make-out skills. Jayson was determined to turn his sister's boyfriend queer, and I was barely holding on to my manhood by a slender thread. It was taking all my rapidly diminishing will power not to drop to my knees and take the hot teen stud's insanely long and fat cock in my mouth. We locked once again in a passionate kiss, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues, squeezing our bodies with tremendous strength. Our muscled torsos were pressed together with our huge shafts, side by side, stimulated by the muscles of two sets of rippling abs. Jayson's teen cock put my stallion cock to shame. I was burning with penis envy and humiliation. I began to rub my hands up Jayson's wide and thickly muscled back and then down again until I reached the jutting mounds of Jayson's meaty champion wrestler ass, assessing it's brawny magnificence. I tried unsuccessfully to not think about how fucking hot the teenage jock's fantastically athletic body was but my cock was so hard for this magnificent specimen of manhood that it practically hurt. I began squeezing the rock hard butt cheeks and causing Jayson's hips to rotate to match mine. I could feel the dark force of homo man-love flowing through me. I was falling for this teen boy stud, crushing hard and catching gay feelings.
I had to fight back, reach deep, and gathered all my remaining manhood. The man was a sexual athlete, plus his bulging athletic muscles and winning champ confidence added to his overwhelming allure.
Suddenly Jayson bent my hands back, and I could feel myself dropping to my knees.
The skilled muscleboy wrestler stood over his "stud" opponent and laughed. "I've gotcha," he said arrogantly.
Jayson pushed his big muscle-cock into my shocked but still handsome face. "Suck it, Suzie Q," he demanded. I have to confess, a teeny little part of me wanted to comply, which only aggravated the dominant portion of my mind, fueling me to increased resistance. However did I mention just how damn strong that punk-ass kid was?
I winced as Jayson applied his upper body strength and held me on my knees in submission. I was getting beaten by a younger but more skilled and conditioned wrestler. Apparently kissing was not the only thing the 'Jaysonator' had mad skills in.
Jayson grinded his pecker into my face. "I said for you to suck it, Suzie Q."
He applied the pressure to this Mule's hands. I winced in agony, and my face fell forward against Jayson's muscle-crotch. Jayson laughed again.
It gave him intense pleasure to watch the older and bigger stud squirm.
I refused to either beg or suck. ¡No Pasarán! was my mental Che Guevaran war cry in defiance of smart-ass punks everywhere, I could not let this snot-nosed kid win, I owed to my generation! Go Millenials! I was not going to let this post-Millenial snodgrass get the better of me!
I dropped backwards and rolled, pulling the young muscle-teen toward me. Jayson was too busy gloating. He wasn't prepared for the move. As the teen's muscular body pitched forward, I used my feet to push the muscle-body high into the air and flip him over.
Like an acrobat, your Mule kept our hands locked together and arched my body upward, flipping over on top of Jayson
As I flew through the air and dropped down on top of Jayson, I grinded the musclecock down with my own formidable donger. I heard the teen cry out in shock and dismay as I straddled his hips and punched his cock and pinned him down.
I started working over the big muscle-dick. I put a powerful pump and grind attack on the young muscleman. Jayson fought back, our hard penises working against each other.
Your Mule pumped harder and faster. I used my renowned stud-power to whip Jayson's muscle-tool.
"Get ready to pucker those sweet lips of yours, 'Jaysonator' you will enjoy servicing my donger!" I said grunted breathily
"No way Suzie Q, I ain't licked yet, not by a LONGSHOT," he snarled back through clinched teeth.
The teen flexed his arms and started pushing up, trying to roll over. I used my lower body to fight the muscle erection that was stirring in my Benedict Arnold loins, allowing Jayson an opening to overpower my upper body. I got to put my ego in park and stop trying to out-wrestle Jayson. As much as I like to dismiss High School wrestling as sweaty muscular dudes dry humping each other for points, I am not even in the same league with Jayson when it comes to Catch wrestling!
Jayson rolled over on top. "Now who's got who, Suzie-Q" he grunted as he pumped his powerful hips against this Mule's man-body.
I scissored the teen to stop him from pumping his cock. Jayson's lower body squirmed against the scissors hold, and Jayson tried to grind my cock into submission. He used the power in his upper body to hold your Mule pinned to the floor.
I squeezed the scissors hold and which kept my 9'' dick muscle fully flexed and erect. With Jayson locked between my legs, the muscleboy's grind was puny and ineffectual.
Unlike most teens, Jayson's lower body was as well-developed as his upper body. His muscle boy-hips were taking the power of my muscle man-scissors; and, but locked between a man's legs, he didn't have the leverage or position to dominate his opponent.
Jayson grunted beneath the power of my legendary man-scissors. He could feel your Mule squeezing his muscle-erection with my man-tool. I was hugging the muscleboy's lower body so tight that Jayson couldn't even fight back; and his muscle-penis felt the Mule's penis rubbing it and grinding it.
The muscleboy wrestler cried out as this Mule put a crusher-squeeze on his big dick. Letting go of the pin, the teen wrestler struggled and writhed, his face contorted in a combination of pleasure and pain. Mule kept the pressure on his youthful opponent.
Jayson fell onto Mule's chest as the Mule's penis dominated the big muscleboy pecker.
Jayson whimpered. His lower body was getting whipped by the man-scissors. He had never experienced such pwnage in his young life.
He punched my ribcage with his fist and tried unsuccessfully to make me let go of the scissors-hold. He raised himself up and tried to separate my legs with his big teen arms. Both efforts were easily routed. Each time I simply applied more pressure with my sequoia quads and grinded the teen's muscular pecker that much more, I savored the moment finally feeling some revenge for my earlier comeuppance.
As I grinded against the muscle-cock, Jayson lost some of his fight and fell forward against the chest of his manly opponent. I lay there propped on my elbows watching my famed stud-scissors whip the muscleboy's lower body.
Jayson's muscular arms were going limp as he felt himself being thoroughly dominated by the my powerful legs and lower body.
Jayson began to groan as his cock started to throb. "You're whipping me off," he gasped. "Please, don't do it."--he sobbed. He sounded like a kid now, which he was. A kid with the skill and body of a wrestling god.
I tightened the scissors-hold. "Who's the boss, boy?...and who's the little bitch?" I asked triumphantly, continuing to lean back confidently on my elbows. "All I have to do is squeeze...and it is your donger who will be singing the Hallelujah Chorus"
Jayson lay on top in submission, his handsome young face against your Mule's shoulder. I could hear the young muscleboy gasping for breath as he struggled to hold back his wad.
I tightened the scissors hold and Jayson grunted. He was past a struggle for strength as he lay with his lower body locked between my legs, his muscular upper body limp. I continued to grind our big dicks together. I could feel my Mule penis whipping the musclecock. Jayson didn't resist as I felt his lower body slump in submission. I had whipped the fight out of him with my stud-squeeze.
Jayson realized he had one last shot at redemption, and clawed at my pecs, twisting my nipples in a last effort to force me to release my deadly scissor hold.
Unable to break the teenager's strong grip, I returned the pec-claw. I grabbed Jayson's muscle-chest and dug my own fingers into his beefy muscled pecs. Jayson flexed his pec-muscles. I tried to dig in, but the teen's flexed muscles were too hard. The brawny teen was showing why he was a Seven State Wrestling Champ.
I felt my own tits getting brutally twisted by the teen's powerful grip. My scissors-hold loosened just as Jayson had anticipated; and the teen scrambled out of it, keeping the claw hold on his muscle man opponent.
The muscleboy wrestler climbed up on top of your Mule and grinded our cocks together as he squeezed my massive pecs. I lay beneath the powerful, aggressive young teen, feeling myself in submission to the pec-claw.
"Had enough?" Jayson asked me.
Our eyes locked together. There was no mercy in Jayson's handsome young face. His eyes glistened with the full vigor of young teen manhood. Then Jayson once again locked lips with your Mule in the lad's signature closer against which I had no real counter. I yielded to the seductive power of those lips allowing Jayson to cradle me in a powerful hold as I lost all interest in the match with only those expert kisses on my sex-mad mind.
Jayson gave a long wet tongue swipe across the face of this smitten Mule and let go of his hold and stood up. I lay on the floor regaining my breath -- and my composure. The muscular young wrestler stood with his legs spread out. "Come on, Suzie Q " he challenged. "My cock strength versus yours. Teen boy versus girly man. You have any fight left in you are are you thoroughly whupped and whipped?"
Jayson's monstrously big dick stood erect dominating the room. He felt confident. I got to my feet. His cruel taunts having an invigorating effect and dissipating the fog left in the wake of those amazing kisses
We came to grips in a final cockfight, teen-tool against man-tool.
Jayson squeezed your Mule with those big teen muscles and grinded our cocks together. I felt the musclecock attacking my erection. I fought back, using my lower body strength. I felt my penis resisting the muscleboy's attack.
Jayson rippled his abdominals and his erection powered up. As expected from one of the top high school athletes in the USA, he had tremendous muscle control. I felt the power of the muscledick as it grinded against mine.
I put all my cock-strength on Jayson. I centered my manhood into his groin and wrestled cock to cock against the muscleboy penis.
Our dicks wrestled furiously teen to man. Jayson kept rippling those abdominals and using his muscleboy strength to his advantage. I fought back with my manly lower body.
As we pumped and grinded each other, my penis began to feel the superior power of Jayson's muscle-erection. The teen was pumping his big dick and grinding our Priapan dongers together. The youngster's raw sexual prowess and stamina was astounding.
I could feel myself getting whipped. Cock to cock, the muscleboy wrestler was again proving that his dick was too fucking strong for mine. WTF!
One on one, teen vs. man, dick to dick... I was actually LOSING. I felt myself getting whipped off. I struggled to hold back my load as Jayson went for the muscle-crush.
"Give it up, bro!" Jayson taunts. "You can't hold out! You know you wanna cum. Give it up to the champ! Cum on bro, let's see that thick and juicy cock shoot off!"
The teenager locked his crusher-hold on this big blond muscleman and I cried out. Jayson was beating me, how was it even possible that this KID was beating THE MULE in a cock fight. Were we in bizarro world? I knew I would have to draw on every inch of my Mule power to break out and turn the tables on this cocksure teen. Then Jayson, with my body being pressed so close to his, sensed the energy pulsing through my body. He would not be able to withstand another assault and countered by planting one of his signature closer kisses on your Mule and that was all she wrote.
Under the power of that kiss, I released my bearhug and my arms fell limply to my side as the muscleboy wrestler exuded his superior manhood over me. All that building Mule battle energy flowed up into my brain exploding in erotic fireworks. I was his for the taking. My penis felt the muscle-whip. I intellectually wanted to pound Jayson's back with my fist in an effort to break the teenager's crusher-squeeze, but my heart put my brain in a full nelson, and under the magic of his kiss, I felt my body paralyzed from the C2 vertebrae on down. Jayson pumped up his muscles and made himself even harder. He knew that he had his man, the cocksure teen had won and I surrendered to his overpowering manhood and succumbed.
My penis began to throb and squirt again, shooting load after load of cum all over the place. My body writhes and bucks with the intensity of my orgasm. Jayson, the muscleboy wrestler, had dominated this big bad Mule. Jayson added a Mule notch to his unbroken string of victories and held on to the title belt.
"Bro, you need to add to your list of "shortcummings" that I can last longer than you in bed, musclehead!" Jayson tells me with a laugh. The energy has been drained out of me. I feel so weak...I can't imagine how much testosterone I had lost when Jayson drained my balls dry.
There on my muscular ass, I was spent and drained not only of sperm, but my vigor and alphadom. Mr. Fucks-Like-a-Champ then went on to snatch my man card when he said: "Oh we are not done Suzie Q, not by a LONGSHOT. Your lips and tongue still have some work to do." When I looked up hopefully, he shook his head, "Not here Suzie Q" he said pointing to his magical lips. "There!" he demanded, pointing to his fully erect triumphant monster cock. "Blow me!" came the command. I cannot lie to my readers, I serviced the magnificent conquering cock of the young Champ with enthusiasm and gusto. Did I mention what a PHENOMENAL kisser he was....?
The following weekend Jayson coordinated his visit to his sister to coincide with mine. When Nurse Sis left, Jayson crawled into bed with me and the WWE of sex was on fast and furious. I had an hours long make-out session with the teen Casanova that had me feeling like the lead cheerleader being seduced by the star high school quarterback. Jayson licked his sister's fresh pussy juice off my cock, tasting his sister's pussy second hand. "Mmmm....fuck that pussy tastes good..." he said, sounding a little jealous that he was only tasting his sister's pussy second hand. "Next time fuck sis in the ass bro, I want to taste her ass too...really taste her bung hole - not just licking the skidmarks in her panties..." I, in turn, taught the lad some sexual holds and maneuvers that blew his young mind while we recreated the battle between Anakin and Obi-Wan with our meatsabers. Jayson finally agreed not to call me Suzie Q anymore, if I agreed to always call him the Jaysonator. So that is what I call him now... Did I mention what a PHENOMENAL kisser he was....?
So to make a long story short, Jayson grew on me fast. He follows me around like a Labrador puppy. Kinda like a little brother. Except we fuck. I still haven't topped Jayson. I STILL haven't had the pleasure of taking that sweet,sweet young bubble ass yet, but that monster donger of his claimed mine...with me as his bottom-bitch in the same full nelson anal hold that I had used on his sister to make her fall for me. He gave my backdoor fuck chute quite the workout. Not since Coach Chesnick had popped my ass-cherry back in high school have I been so thoroughly bottomed. Even with the master seducer, Jamal, I get to ride the bull. Still Jayson says he is open for a rematch. I just need to find my own signature closer as devastating as the Jayson Lip Lock. I think I need to consult with Jamal on this, before I decide to take on the Jaysonator in a cock fight again.
FURTHER READING:
If you liked this story, may we recommend The Cock Contest Round One and Round Two ; Kicked by a Mule Part One and Part Two; and How Mule Got His Groove Back.
If you like Jayson you might like Jayson v. Jamal:The Seduce Off and Creepy Clowns.
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| Jayson has the biggest cock I've ever seen- and I have seen quite a few! |
"I got to admit I'm a little disappointed...." Jayson grins... "the way my sister talked I expecting more! But it's still a nice cock bro (no homo!)
I wonder where they had this rather odd familial convo, and hoped it wasn't during a Kentucky full nelson. But my hatred of the kid for being more well endowed than I, was now intensified by him being so snot nosed about it. I can't stand cocky fuckers like this, so desperate for attention they flash their huge cocks at everyone. It makes my blood boil how much he flaunts his assets, sure it's big but he is still being a muthaphucking dick for showing off his body and his massive endowment just to see the response he got from me .... I am feeling like I oughta teach him a lesson by bending him over and impaling dat ass, after all, he got dem perfectly sculpted glutes just asking to be Mule branded. I wonder if he would still think my 9" dick should be larger when I am shoving it up his arse at full throttle.
But before I can say anything, Jayson looks at his phone and goes "Woah! It's almost 5! I only got 10 minutes to shower and get some shorts on. My Mom is picking me up out front and she threatened to ground me if I'm late again.
I head meekly to the showers feeling just a little humiliated and penis-cowed. Jayson has already finished his 2-minute shower and is at his locker pulling on his clothes. Over his upper body, he was slipping on a flimsy, gym rat tank top rested over his beefy pecs. The spaghetti straps of his deeply cut stringer covered little and left his hard nipples jutting free. Over his upper body, a flimsy, gym rat tank top rested over his massive pecs. The spaghetti straps covered little and left his hard nipples jutting free.
Covering his ample manhood were some well worn tight elastic lace-up football shorts! They made his quads look huge, displayed his XXXL package, and exposed his bubble butt and its curvaceous perfection to all.
"Nice chat Mule! I got to jet. See you around bro!" Jayson yelled over his shoulder as he ran down the row of lockers carrying his gym bag. The half - dozen or so other teen jocks finishing up their after-school workouts. Everyone of them he passed took a friendly feel of his studly muscles, or gave him a thump in his pouch, or a hard slap on his butt.
Covering his ample manhood was a tight, forest-green thong. Its strap dug between his cheeks, completely exposing his bubble butt and its curvaceous perfection to all. Seemed like Jayson was the Alpha of a pack of teen jocks that all thought they were too cool for school.
Flash forward a couple of days to Friday night at her place. She gonna have to be up at 4 am so we started smashing early. I wake up about midnight, and the well fucked chick is out cold. I'm hungry so I go prowling for something to eat in the kitchen. She lives alone so I don't expect to run into anybody.
So I am standing in front the open refrigerator, drinking milk out the jug, the only light being from the fridge. I am taking a big swig when I hear someone say "Save some of that for me, Mule...".
I am startled to see Jayson standing right next to me, in some grey sweatpants.
"Fuck, you startled me man, I didn't know you stayed here...." I said my pulse racing like a kid caught by his Mom jacking off.
"Just on the nights when I am running too late for curfew. I crash here on sis's couch rather than get chewed out by the parents," he explains. "Man you and sis were fucking up a storm, I could hear the moans and screams.. not to mention the walls shaking..." I just kinda grin, taking that as a compliment.
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| Fuck, you startled me man, I didn't know you stayed here.... |
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| Man you and sis were fucking up a storm |
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| see you in the morning if not before... |
"Cool, maybe we can grab some breakfast in the morning. Your sis got to leave at 4 but I am gonna sleep here until at least 7...." I say... "Cool" is his reply, "see you in the morning if not before..." which seemed like an odd response.
I didn't even wake when Nursie got dressed and left. She had told me to let myself out in the morning.
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| Mule in a deep sleep after Nurse HBB leaves... |
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| The sleeping Mule doesn't hear it when someone enters the room |
I awoke from a deep sleep to find myself hotly aroused. This was more than a night-time erection. It felt like sex. I felt myself on the verge of an ejaculation, but it wasn't like a wet dream. It felt like something, or someone, had aroused me. Had Nurse HBB come back for a quickie?
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| Nocturnal visitation |
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| A sleeping naked and vulnerable Mule ... |
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| Jayson's 'miring had turned to desiring... and Jayson was used to taking what he wanted... |
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| ...And what he wanted was the Mule's phenomenal ass |
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| Jayson flexed in anticipation of a sexual wrestling bout with Mule as he stripped off his skimpy briefs |
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| His muscles were not the only thing flexing in anticipation of taking Mule down |
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| Jayson had to admit that Mule's muscular ass was a trophy worth winning |
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| Now as naked as his prey, Jason prepared to climb... |
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| ... the mountain that is Mule |
As the cobwebs cleared, I could feel something hard rubbing against my cock. I tried to move, but my arms were pinned. My Mule penis was not only erect, it was aroused and dripping precum. The muscle in my dick could feel hard pressure against it. Every time it started to swell bigger and stand up, something hard and heavy was grinding it back down.
In the darkness, I felt something warm and hard pressing against his lower body. I heard breathing and felt the tickle of warm hot moist air. Coming to full consciousness, I realized that someone was on top of me in the bed. WTF...
It is a very out-of-control feeling that envelopes a guy when he thinks he is alone in a bedroom and awakens to feel someone on top of him, straddling his crotch and pinning him in bed.
My first impulse was to power up with my arms, but I felt my attacker's arms holding me down...that steady rubbing and grinding on my 9" Mule dick continued. As panic-stricken as I was feeling, I was also feeling pleasure. My dick was having fun without me, throbbing down there with passion to match my dismay.
As I resisted with flexing arms, a voice said, "Now, now, my little princess, don't fight it. It'll go better for you if you don't resist."
Your Mule recognized Jayson's voice. "What the fuck...is this sexual WWE, did Nursie tag her l'il bro when she left the ring?" -- I thought.
"What are you doing here?" I demanded. My erection meanwhile was doing its own thing, enjoying that grinding, rubbing motion as the young muscleboy straddled my hips and applied his big teen musclecock against my man-dick.
Soft laughter in the darkness. "I think it's obvious what I'm doing," Jayson said. "I'm making the princess sing."
I was madder than hell, but my treacherous cock was still warming up for the Hallelujah Chorus. The rubbing and grinding on your Mule's penis got a little harder. My rigid erection delighted in the young muscleboy's continuing grinding action, all the while my mind fumed with outrage. Time for some MIND OVER COCK activation!
Summoning all my arm strength, this Mule tried to push up against the muscleteen, but Jayson countered my action sinew for sinew. FUCK Mule, you're pinned on your back by the best High School Wrestler in the Rocky States Conference. You're not going anywhere until the teen decides to let you up! He can keep you pinned on the bottom under him as long as he wants too, and nothing I can do about it. Jayson felt me sag and knows that I have accepted the situation, and triumphantly pumped his hard musclecock more vehemently against your Mule's erect cock. As Jayson pumped his erect tool against mine, this Mule also felt myself being overpowered in the upper body. My own cock was betraying me, sapping my energy and my blood flow needed desperately by my arms and pecs.
Jayson pumped my dick and overpowered my man-muscles. I fought back with my big cock; I didn't want my stud-cock to get whipped by a fucking teenage kid, but Jayson had the advantage on me.
The muscular teen continued to pump his powerful pecker and hold my arms as he locked his lips on my nipple and raked it with his tongue. My body quivered involuntarily as Jayson sucked and slobbered on my tit. Fuck, this teen is a good in bed as he is on the wrestling mats!
"What do you want?" I asked plaintively.
Soft laughter again. "I've got what I want," Jayson answered. "I want to hear you say it, though. I want to hear you BEG for it"
The bigger penis bullied the smaller one. Even with my cock fully erect, Jayson's huge cock dwarfed my own nine inch cock by at least two inches, and he wasn't even fully hard. He held me down tightly. After a few minutes of rubbing our swords together, my smaller penis submitted under the power and size of Jayson's huge cock.
"That's right, Mule. My cock is bigger than yours, more powerful that yours, so just give in and be my plaything...." Jayson coaxed seductively.
Your Mule could feel my cock beginning to spurt. I tried to hold it back, but it was no use. The teen muscle-dick was whipping me off. I felt the throbbing passion of ejaculation. And the muscle-penis kept pushing and rubbing against me. I let loose a barrage of expletives against Jayson like I had Tourette's or something.
Jayson locked his lips against mine, muffling my verbal curses. Then I grew quiet as I yielded to the sensual pleasures unfolding from those lips. Good kissers are rare enough in my experience, but this boy was phenomenal. Better than his sister...we are talking platinum level kisser...of a magnitude I had only experienced with Jamal. I could taste a cherry tootsie roll pop as Jayson shoved his tongue down inside my mouth and I was lost in a haze of erotic delights...I confess I yielded to these overwhelming temptations as every synapse in my Mule brain fired like fireworks, and endorphins flooded my brain clouding my judgement and taking the fight out of me.
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| The 'Jayson Lip Lock' was the kid's insurmountable signature closer. He had used it to top every jock on the wrestling squad and the football team, as well as the coaches, plus 5 teachers, 2 vice-principals, etc. He had never known it to fail. Mule was merely the 103rd guy to feel its impact |
Jayson looked in my eyes and saw the look of surrender, my mouth was preoccupied unable to speak, but he saw my EYES were begging for it, which pleased the young stud to no end. My cock continued to throb as our hard erections grinded together and our mouths were locked in the lip version of a bearhug. Jayson intensified the pumping his hips and humping his muscular studwhipper against your Mule's throbbing man-tool bringing me to ultimate crescendo.
I began to buck and squirm in an effort to escape the pin, but Jayson is locked on tight and begins to furiously hump my 9" throbbing cock into submission! Jayson's lethal weapon was bigger, stronger and more virile than mine. Your Mule cannot escape; my ass is now involuntarily humping up and down as I begin to lose all control.
When your Mule's prince was finished singing, Jayson stopped kissing me and let go of the pin. The muscular young teen got off his mount and stood up, turning on the lights. He smirked over at me, your Mule still lost in an ecstatic haze.
Jayson touched his lips with two fingers of his right hand and extended out the fingers in the direction of your Mule. He clearly knew that tantalizing, inexorable power of those succulent lips.
"Now you know my signature closer, nobody has been able to resist it to date!"
I lay in the bed, violins still playing in my head, my legendary dick whipped off by the young muscular teencock. My chest was covered with my own cum, which was flowing down to the crevices of my deep rock hard abs, which now acted as cum gutters causing rivulets of my man juice to soak the sheets I was laying on. I looked at Jayson's hardon. It was still standing at attention, long, thick, beefy big and hard as a rock. It matched Jayson's muscular body. It's huge. That cock belongs on a fucking horse. I must confess feeling a desperate hunger for it...my cock was not only thing that had been whipped by Jayson.
My eyes slowly wandered from the allure of that big triumphant pecker to the solid muscular abdominals of this beefy young Adonis. The teen wrestler jock was the human embodiment of a tank, a stud rippling with muscle and power. -- beefy muscles and thick muscles and muscles in places where most men don't even have places. Pissed as I was at him and his giant dick, I have to admit that Jayson-teen jock and heartthrob-is hot as hell.
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| The triumphant teen showed off his muscular body |
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| This kid must work out every day |
"This kid must work out every day," I thought to myself as I scanned his impressive bod. My experienced eye revealed at a glace that he was built like a wrestler. Short and thick as fuck, huge legs and muscle butt, low center of gravity. None of that beach boy six pack abs shit for him. He had a wide, solid core, thick abdominals stacked like concrete blocks. An invulnerable midsection that a cannon shot would bounce off of. "He's packing serious muscle and it shows, sure some of it was sheathed in baby fat. But it was the athletic body of the All State High School wrestling champ, all deliciously alluring brawn." My lust-fueled eyes studied the bare-ass naked Jayson with new appreciation, my sex-driven gaze roamed to the beefy round pecs. I don't know when he has time for school when his impressive physique suggests he spends most of his time at the gym. A 16 year old with a Learners Permit, not even old enough to shave. With a 53' chest and a cock half again longer than mine. "How is that even fucking possible?!" -- I thought. Jayson is a freak of nature who won the genetic lottery for athleticism and muscle. I was literally salivating, this kid had rung my Pavlovian bell. Next, I admired the muscles in that firm, young bull neck, the hard neck of a top tier high school wrestler. Two of the firmest glutes I have ever seen in my life. And then, the smooth, handsome, almost pretty, face. The sort of boy-band beauty that no doubt had both his female classmates AND their Mom's swooning; and now it was your Mule's turn to go all fan-girl over Jayson. Our eyes met, and the youth smirked, I am fucking drooling over him, and he caught me. Jayson was enjoying his victory.
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| Jayson was all teen jock muscle and it shows |
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| Jayson flexed his canon-ball arm muscles |
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| Want to wrestle for two out of three? |
Too much.
The All State wrestler had not only out wrestled me with a pin, but he had out sexed me to boot.
His eyes shone with confident manhood. He had claimed the Mule's prince as his prize.
"Want to wrestle for two out of three?" Jayson asked. I could see the challenge in his eyes.
Jayson flexed his canon-ball arm muscles and rippled his abdominals. "That is, if you think you can maintain your erection long enough to try anything. Maybe you need a viagra old-timer"
"Too much conceit," your Mule thought. The muscle-dick needed a good ass-whipping and I was just the man to do it!
Jayson stood on the side of the bed flexing his boy muscles. He interpreted my silence as submission. "I had heard you are a tough-guy. I figured you would fight a little harder and longer. I expected more of a challenge. I guess you simply don't live up to your rep, much like that cock of yours"
I was fuming, nobody talks that way about Mule jr. Jayson turned around and walked over to the chair where he picked up his bikini briefs. I sat up in bed and, spitting venom, snarled. "Two out of three."
Jayson stopped.
He turned slowly, grinning from ear to ear! "What did you say?"
"Two out of three," I responded. "Me and you. Stud-cock and faggot penis. One on one."
Jayson sneered. "Faggot penis? You must be talking about yourself. It's your cock that submitted. It was you who went all queer over the Jaysonator!"
I didn't like the cocky attitude of the young muscleboy. Now while everything the punk had said was TECHNICALLY true, it still needed to be crammed back down that smug punk kid's mouth, ALONG with my donger. Once again, I thought to myself, that Jayson's musclecock needed a good whipping. Plus 'Jaysonator', for PHUQ SAKE, for that self-styled moniker alone, I knew I had to turn this smart ass kid into my total bitch!
"It's easy to whip a man off when you've mounted him while he's asleep," I said. "Any little Memphis Belle knows how to do that. I'm surprised you didn't whip me off with your lips so that your boy-dick wouldn't have to face the challenge of a real cockfight."
Jayson looked at me. His eyes took in all of your Mule's well-developed body. The young buck felt me challenging his manhood. His pride wouldn't let him back down. He wanted complete submission from the older muscle stud. He tossed his bikini briefs aside.
"You were feeling differently about these lips a moment ago...you were fucking HUNGERING for them like a good little bitch. But asleep or awake you are still going to be my bottom bitch...I don't think I can call you Mule anymore, I shall call you Suzie Q."
And with THAT, it was ON!
Your Mule and Jayson locked together in a test of strength. At 6'3", I was 6" taller than my muscleteen opponent and outreached him; but Jayson was brawny and powerful.
I tried to use my height to my advantage, but DAYUM, that muscular pretty-boy was strong as phuq! We grinded our bodies together. Our hard cocks punched and rubbed each other. Jayson's muscle-penis was bigger and stronger.
As we stood against one another in competition, the muscle-penis punched my Mule penis. Jayson pressured his hard pecker against my man-tool. This Mule felt my penis getting rubbed by the young muscle-stud filling me with mixed sensations of fury and delight.
I pumped up my muscles and tried to overpower my teen opponent; but Jayson was too strong and conditioned for that. With his wrestling skills, the State Champ was able to shift his center of gravity so as to make himself unmovable.
Both of us grabbed for each other, rubbing our heaving chests together and mashing our erect nipples against each other. Grunting in animal lust our faces connected in a slobbering, tongue-probing kiss as two crazed bodybuilders ground their spewing jackhammers together.
Two meaty rumps flexed with each powerful thrust of our pelvises. We were like two rutting bulls engaged in a fierce cockfight. Jayson started to lap at my jaw and then clamped his hot mouth on my thick neck, biting and sucking the tender flesh. Suddenly I found myself the teenage jock's prey, having to fight off his amorous attack. The wrestling boy wonder released my neck with a loud plop and then attacked my left nipple with his teeth and tongue, swirling and sucking on the tender nub.
With my head thrown back, a growling and snarling high school muscle stud attacked my huge chest. He assaulted this musclebound stallions nips and pecs while still grinding and mashing our crotches together. A low moan escaped from my parted lips, betraying the intense pleasure I was feeling as the teen make-out artist worked me over my over developed male chesticles like a he would a set of triple D cheerleader tits. Funk'n Jayson was getting to me. He had my body turned on and my motor running. Next followed a torrid make-out session which finally ended with both Herculean hunks standing there, breathing heavily and glaring at each other's magnificent bodies. I was aching with desire while my head was spinning from the hot as fuck school-boys top tier make-out skills. Jayson was determined to turn his sister's boyfriend queer, and I was barely holding on to my manhood by a slender thread. It was taking all my rapidly diminishing will power not to drop to my knees and take the hot teen stud's insanely long and fat cock in my mouth. We locked once again in a passionate kiss, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues, squeezing our bodies with tremendous strength. Our muscled torsos were pressed together with our huge shafts, side by side, stimulated by the muscles of two sets of rippling abs. Jayson's teen cock put my stallion cock to shame. I was burning with penis envy and humiliation. I began to rub my hands up Jayson's wide and thickly muscled back and then down again until I reached the jutting mounds of Jayson's meaty champion wrestler ass, assessing it's brawny magnificence. I tried unsuccessfully to not think about how fucking hot the teenage jock's fantastically athletic body was but my cock was so hard for this magnificent specimen of manhood that it practically hurt. I began squeezing the rock hard butt cheeks and causing Jayson's hips to rotate to match mine. I could feel the dark force of homo man-love flowing through me. I was falling for this teen boy stud, crushing hard and catching gay feelings.
I had to fight back, reach deep, and gathered all my remaining manhood. The man was a sexual athlete, plus his bulging athletic muscles and winning champ confidence added to his overwhelming allure.
Suddenly Jayson bent my hands back, and I could feel myself dropping to my knees.
The skilled muscleboy wrestler stood over his "stud" opponent and laughed. "I've gotcha," he said arrogantly.
Jayson pushed his big muscle-cock into my shocked but still handsome face. "Suck it, Suzie Q," he demanded. I have to confess, a teeny little part of me wanted to comply, which only aggravated the dominant portion of my mind, fueling me to increased resistance. However did I mention just how damn strong that punk-ass kid was?
I winced as Jayson applied his upper body strength and held me on my knees in submission. I was getting beaten by a younger but more skilled and conditioned wrestler. Apparently kissing was not the only thing the 'Jaysonator' had mad skills in.
Jayson grinded his pecker into my face. "I said for you to suck it, Suzie Q."
He applied the pressure to this Mule's hands. I winced in agony, and my face fell forward against Jayson's muscle-crotch. Jayson laughed again.
It gave him intense pleasure to watch the older and bigger stud squirm.
I refused to either beg or suck. ¡No Pasarán! was my mental Che Guevaran war cry in defiance of smart-ass punks everywhere, I could not let this snot-nosed kid win, I owed to my generation! Go Millenials! I was not going to let this post-Millenial snodgrass get the better of me!
I dropped backwards and rolled, pulling the young muscle-teen toward me. Jayson was too busy gloating. He wasn't prepared for the move. As the teen's muscular body pitched forward, I used my feet to push the muscle-body high into the air and flip him over.
Like an acrobat, your Mule kept our hands locked together and arched my body upward, flipping over on top of Jayson
As I flew through the air and dropped down on top of Jayson, I grinded the musclecock down with my own formidable donger. I heard the teen cry out in shock and dismay as I straddled his hips and punched his cock and pinned him down.
I started working over the big muscle-dick. I put a powerful pump and grind attack on the young muscleman. Jayson fought back, our hard penises working against each other.
Your Mule pumped harder and faster. I used my renowned stud-power to whip Jayson's muscle-tool.
"Get ready to pucker those sweet lips of yours, 'Jaysonator' you will enjoy servicing my donger!" I said grunted breathily
"No way Suzie Q, I ain't licked yet, not by a LONGSHOT," he snarled back through clinched teeth.
The teen flexed his arms and started pushing up, trying to roll over. I used my lower body to fight the muscle erection that was stirring in my Benedict Arnold loins, allowing Jayson an opening to overpower my upper body. I got to put my ego in park and stop trying to out-wrestle Jayson. As much as I like to dismiss High School wrestling as sweaty muscular dudes dry humping each other for points, I am not even in the same league with Jayson when it comes to Catch wrestling!
Jayson rolled over on top. "Now who's got who, Suzie-Q" he grunted as he pumped his powerful hips against this Mule's man-body.
I scissored the teen to stop him from pumping his cock. Jayson's lower body squirmed against the scissors hold, and Jayson tried to grind my cock into submission. He used the power in his upper body to hold your Mule pinned to the floor.
I squeezed the scissors hold and which kept my 9'' dick muscle fully flexed and erect. With Jayson locked between my legs, the muscleboy's grind was puny and ineffectual.
Unlike most teens, Jayson's lower body was as well-developed as his upper body. His muscle boy-hips were taking the power of my muscle man-scissors; and, but locked between a man's legs, he didn't have the leverage or position to dominate his opponent.
Jayson grunted beneath the power of my legendary man-scissors. He could feel your Mule squeezing his muscle-erection with my man-tool. I was hugging the muscleboy's lower body so tight that Jayson couldn't even fight back; and his muscle-penis felt the Mule's penis rubbing it and grinding it.
The muscleboy wrestler cried out as this Mule put a crusher-squeeze on his big dick. Letting go of the pin, the teen wrestler struggled and writhed, his face contorted in a combination of pleasure and pain. Mule kept the pressure on his youthful opponent.
Jayson fell onto Mule's chest as the Mule's penis dominated the big muscleboy pecker.
Jayson whimpered. His lower body was getting whipped by the man-scissors. He had never experienced such pwnage in his young life.
He punched my ribcage with his fist and tried unsuccessfully to make me let go of the scissors-hold. He raised himself up and tried to separate my legs with his big teen arms. Both efforts were easily routed. Each time I simply applied more pressure with my sequoia quads and grinded the teen's muscular pecker that much more, I savored the moment finally feeling some revenge for my earlier comeuppance.
As I grinded against the muscle-cock, Jayson lost some of his fight and fell forward against the chest of his manly opponent. I lay there propped on my elbows watching my famed stud-scissors whip the muscleboy's lower body.
Jayson's muscular arms were going limp as he felt himself being thoroughly dominated by the my powerful legs and lower body.
Jayson began to groan as his cock started to throb. "You're whipping me off," he gasped. "Please, don't do it."--he sobbed. He sounded like a kid now, which he was. A kid with the skill and body of a wrestling god.
I tightened the scissors-hold. "Who's the boss, boy?...and who's the little bitch?" I asked triumphantly, continuing to lean back confidently on my elbows. "All I have to do is squeeze...and it is your donger who will be singing the Hallelujah Chorus"
Jayson lay on top in submission, his handsome young face against your Mule's shoulder. I could hear the young muscleboy gasping for breath as he struggled to hold back his wad.
I tightened the scissors hold and Jayson grunted. He was past a struggle for strength as he lay with his lower body locked between my legs, his muscular upper body limp. I continued to grind our big dicks together. I could feel my Mule penis whipping the musclecock. Jayson didn't resist as I felt his lower body slump in submission. I had whipped the fight out of him with my stud-squeeze.
Jayson realized he had one last shot at redemption, and clawed at my pecs, twisting my nipples in a last effort to force me to release my deadly scissor hold.
Unable to break the teenager's strong grip, I returned the pec-claw. I grabbed Jayson's muscle-chest and dug my own fingers into his beefy muscled pecs. Jayson flexed his pec-muscles. I tried to dig in, but the teen's flexed muscles were too hard. The brawny teen was showing why he was a Seven State Wrestling Champ.
I felt my own tits getting brutally twisted by the teen's powerful grip. My scissors-hold loosened just as Jayson had anticipated; and the teen scrambled out of it, keeping the claw hold on his muscle man opponent.
The muscleboy wrestler climbed up on top of your Mule and grinded our cocks together as he squeezed my massive pecs. I lay beneath the powerful, aggressive young teen, feeling myself in submission to the pec-claw.
"Had enough?" Jayson asked me.
Our eyes locked together. There was no mercy in Jayson's handsome young face. His eyes glistened with the full vigor of young teen manhood. Then Jayson once again locked lips with your Mule in the lad's signature closer against which I had no real counter. I yielded to the seductive power of those lips allowing Jayson to cradle me in a powerful hold as I lost all interest in the match with only those expert kisses on my sex-mad mind.
Jayson gave a long wet tongue swipe across the face of this smitten Mule and let go of his hold and stood up. I lay on the floor regaining my breath -- and my composure. The muscular young wrestler stood with his legs spread out. "Come on, Suzie Q " he challenged. "My cock strength versus yours. Teen boy versus girly man. You have any fight left in you are are you thoroughly whupped and whipped?"
Jayson's monstrously big dick stood erect dominating the room. He felt confident. I got to my feet. His cruel taunts having an invigorating effect and dissipating the fog left in the wake of those amazing kisses
We came to grips in a final cockfight, teen-tool against man-tool.
Jayson squeezed your Mule with those big teen muscles and grinded our cocks together. I felt the musclecock attacking my erection. I fought back, using my lower body strength. I felt my penis resisting the muscleboy's attack.
Jayson rippled his abdominals and his erection powered up. As expected from one of the top high school athletes in the USA, he had tremendous muscle control. I felt the power of the muscledick as it grinded against mine.
I put all my cock-strength on Jayson. I centered my manhood into his groin and wrestled cock to cock against the muscleboy penis.
Our dicks wrestled furiously teen to man. Jayson kept rippling those abdominals and using his muscleboy strength to his advantage. I fought back with my manly lower body.
As we pumped and grinded each other, my penis began to feel the superior power of Jayson's muscle-erection. The teen was pumping his big dick and grinding our Priapan dongers together. The youngster's raw sexual prowess and stamina was astounding.
I could feel myself getting whipped. Cock to cock, the muscleboy wrestler was again proving that his dick was too fucking strong for mine. WTF!
One on one, teen vs. man, dick to dick... I was actually LOSING. I felt myself getting whipped off. I struggled to hold back my load as Jayson went for the muscle-crush.
"Give it up, bro!" Jayson taunts. "You can't hold out! You know you wanna cum. Give it up to the champ! Cum on bro, let's see that thick and juicy cock shoot off!"
The teenager locked his crusher-hold on this big blond muscleman and I cried out. Jayson was beating me, how was it even possible that this KID was beating THE MULE in a cock fight. Were we in bizarro world? I knew I would have to draw on every inch of my Mule power to break out and turn the tables on this cocksure teen. Then Jayson, with my body being pressed so close to his, sensed the energy pulsing through my body. He would not be able to withstand another assault and countered by planting one of his signature closer kisses on your Mule and that was all she wrote.
Under the power of that kiss, I released my bearhug and my arms fell limply to my side as the muscleboy wrestler exuded his superior manhood over me. All that building Mule battle energy flowed up into my brain exploding in erotic fireworks. I was his for the taking. My penis felt the muscle-whip. I intellectually wanted to pound Jayson's back with my fist in an effort to break the teenager's crusher-squeeze, but my heart put my brain in a full nelson, and under the magic of his kiss, I felt my body paralyzed from the C2 vertebrae on down. Jayson pumped up his muscles and made himself even harder. He knew that he had his man, the cocksure teen had won and I surrendered to his overpowering manhood and succumbed.
My penis began to throb and squirt again, shooting load after load of cum all over the place. My body writhes and bucks with the intensity of my orgasm. Jayson, the muscleboy wrestler, had dominated this big bad Mule. Jayson added a Mule notch to his unbroken string of victories and held on to the title belt.
"Bro, you need to add to your list of "shortcummings" that I can last longer than you in bed, musclehead!" Jayson tells me with a laugh. The energy has been drained out of me. I feel so weak...I can't imagine how much testosterone I had lost when Jayson drained my balls dry.
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| Mule-Bro, you need to add to your list of "shortcummings" that I can last longer than you in bed, musclehead! |
There on my muscular ass, I was spent and drained not only of sperm, but my vigor and alphadom. Mr. Fucks-Like-a-Champ then went on to snatch my man card when he said: "Oh we are not done Suzie Q, not by a LONGSHOT. Your lips and tongue still have some work to do." When I looked up hopefully, he shook his head, "Not here Suzie Q" he said pointing to his magical lips. "There!" he demanded, pointing to his fully erect triumphant monster cock. "Blow me!" came the command. I cannot lie to my readers, I serviced the magnificent conquering cock of the young Champ with enthusiasm and gusto. Did I mention what a PHENOMENAL kisser he was....?
The following weekend Jayson coordinated his visit to his sister to coincide with mine. When Nurse Sis left, Jayson crawled into bed with me and the WWE of sex was on fast and furious. I had an hours long make-out session with the teen Casanova that had me feeling like the lead cheerleader being seduced by the star high school quarterback. Jayson licked his sister's fresh pussy juice off my cock, tasting his sister's pussy second hand. "Mmmm....fuck that pussy tastes good..." he said, sounding a little jealous that he was only tasting his sister's pussy second hand. "Next time fuck sis in the ass bro, I want to taste her ass too...really taste her bung hole - not just licking the skidmarks in her panties..." I, in turn, taught the lad some sexual holds and maneuvers that blew his young mind while we recreated the battle between Anakin and Obi-Wan with our meatsabers. Jayson finally agreed not to call me Suzie Q anymore, if I agreed to always call him the Jaysonator. So that is what I call him now... Did I mention what a PHENOMENAL kisser he was....?
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| Jayson coordinated his next visit to his sister to coincide with Mule's |
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| Jayson was a PHENOMENAL kisser |
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| Mule-bro, you want to wrestle for stakes? I will put my tight virgin bung hole on the line! It's pure cheery, brah, I aint ever had anything bigger than a chick's finger up inside my shitter. Come-on, cuzz let's fight for top! You will either tap my azz or I will tap urs! And No stinking rulz - anything goes! |
So to make a long story short, Jayson grew on me fast. He follows me around like a Labrador puppy. Kinda like a little brother. Except we fuck. I still haven't topped Jayson. I STILL haven't had the pleasure of taking that sweet,sweet young bubble ass yet, but that monster donger of his claimed mine...with me as his bottom-bitch in the same full nelson anal hold that I had used on his sister to make her fall for me. He gave my backdoor fuck chute quite the workout. Not since Coach Chesnick had popped my ass-cherry back in high school have I been so thoroughly bottomed. Even with the master seducer, Jamal, I get to ride the bull. Still Jayson says he is open for a rematch. I just need to find my own signature closer as devastating as the Jayson Lip Lock. I think I need to consult with Jamal on this, before I decide to take on the Jaysonator in a cock fight again.
FURTHER READING:
If you liked this story, may we recommend The Cock Contest Round One and Round Two ; Kicked by a Mule Part One and Part Two; and How Mule Got His Groove Back.
If you like Jayson you might like Jayson v. Jamal:The Seduce Off and Creepy Clowns.
this is my kind of fight. I got 2 nutttz and each one i exploded. Thanks
ReplyDeletethis is my kind of fight. I got 2 nutttz and each one i exploded. Thanks
ReplyDeleteI love this so much. Seriously, please write more adventures between Mule vs Jayson. Cockfight tournament between all of them (including Jamal, Dan, Blake, Tyrone, or even new characters.) Love cockfights, first-to-cum loses, rape matches etc. Best of the Best Mule.
ReplyDeleteJayson is pretty busy with school right now, but who knows what the future may have in store; Mule is being pretty tight lipped about this. I am sure there will be more Cock fights in the future...and you never know what old favorites or new studs might present themselves as challengers or allies of Mule...I tried to pry it out of Mule, and he just whistled a happy tune. We will both have to see what real life adventures inspire Mule into new tales....but he told me to sharpen my editing red pencils...so stuff is coming!
DeleteStefan, You are brilliant!! I will be waiting for more.
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