Delay in Dallas

Story by Writer-brah Mule, edits by Edit-brah Stefan, original art by Artish-brah Steve.

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I was sitting in the Dallas Airport waiting for my flight to Denver.  I travel regularly to Texas for work and usually it goes off without a hitch.  Then this HBB gets on the horn at the check in desk and tells us that the flight has been delayed because the pilot cut his finger and might require stitches.  WTF, I thought.  I have to be inconvenienced because the pilot got a paper cut? I wanted to give the pilot some REAL reasons to require stitches.  The check-in sloot had no information about when the flight might be able to take off.  I thought I was flying the FRIENDLY SKIES not the GODDAMN PUSSY SKIES.  I sat back down in one of those  uncomfortable undersized airport chairs with a petulant thud.  Then I heard a familiar voice whisper in my ear.. "Damn shame...but I have checked and there IS a later flight, care for a bit of energetic fun before hand?"  I looked up, my eyes meeting those of none other than Grappler Dan.  

Grappler Dan!  Bursting out his shirt with muscles even bigger than the last time!!!

Care for a bit of energetic fun before hand?

Now there was someone I hadn't expected to see again, small world.  I lit up like a Christmas tree, and it was not only because I was glad to see him.  I had been in a bit of a funk since Jayson had seized my man card and this was a perfect opportunity to have it re-issued.

Beats hanging around here, twiddling my thumbs!

Dan led me to  MinuteSuites over on Terminal D  (we were in Terminal E) where Dan rented an "Alamo" premier suite, for the "extra room" that we would be needing.  "Nice to see you again, Mr.  G-----", Becky, the very cute, smiling, blond clerk drawled.  "I see you have some reward points, would you like to use those today?"

"Sure" said Dan flashing Becky a killer, flirtatious smile that indubitably made her instantly moist.

"One hour or two?"  Dan looked over at me appraisingly, "Better make it two, we have a lot of work to do."   "Here is the Internet password," Becky said officiously, "Enjoy your stay."  I was about to ask when Becky went on break, wanting to tap that sweet Dallas cowgirl, but felt a tug on my arm, "Let's go Mule, time is a-wasting."  Becky watched us depart longingly, her eyes lasering our perfect ass bubbles outlined in the fabric of our trousers.

In the suite, I stripped down naked , and Dan took off his wedding ring and stripped down to his boxer briefs.  "What she doesn't know won't hurt her," he said provocatively. 

I’m going to best you again...Dan stated matter-of-factly
 as he stripped down for action

 We assumed our wrestler's crouch, muscles a-rippling.

Dan was a classically handsome  youthful 40-something, sure he  had garnered a few gray hairs in his blond mop since last I encountered him, but was still a total stud that had my cock throbbing.  He stood 6’2” and weighed 250+- of hard lean muscle, the guy must of been pulling less than 7% body fat... so a near mirror to my 6’3” and 260. Both of us were displaying solid six packs of iron-hard abdominals.

I won't take it as easy on you this time, though 

“I am sure glad I ran into you again, Mule. I never thought I was going to have the  chance to best you again, you were one of my more formidable challengers. I won't take it as easy on you this time, though. I’m going to completely destroy you for the next hour.” His pecs heave and the veins in his arms are throbbing. 

Dan says, "When you realize that you cannot go on, when the idea of continuing this match to its inevitable conclusion becomes too much, you can end the torture. I will stand in the middle of this room. You will crawl to me. You will kneel before me with your head bowed. You will present yourself  for my bearhug.  Only then  will I allow the match to end  and take my final prize. Do you understand?"  I gave a sinister smile, Grappler Dan was in for a surprise, this time it wasn’t going to be ME that was bested, that man-card was as good as re-issued. 

 I’m going to completely destroy you for the next hour

After some initial muscle posturing and circling, the two titans closed, each wrapping massive arms around his intended victim. I could feel his big dick on my rock hard abs ... as we were pressed close in our ‘vice-grip off’.   Wedged together in vice-like grips, we were both super-charged with combat hormones and each of us had erected a massive fully hard boner ... both of us honed and horned, our muscles straining as we jockeyed for advantage, which to Dan's surprise and chagrin, quickly shifted to me.

I proceeded to drop Grappler Dan in a series of throw downs, but he always managed to elude being pinned.  I was feeling very confident, this was going swimmingly well. 

I proceeded to drop Grappler Dan in a series of throw downs

Maybe just a tad....TOO EASY.  A fleeting, gnawing thought grew into deep misgivings.  I began to suspect he was toying with me, assessing the current state of my skills and trying to tire me, while he saved most of his energy.  I grabbed his arm and swung him into me wrapping him in a bearhug set to MY ADVANTAGE, although he endeavored to put me in a bearhug of his own.

Grappler Dan found himself captured in my deadly bone crushing vice grip, his own grip still pressed on the handsome younger Mule, but I was clearly winning this contests, and was increasingly growing confident of assured victory.  

"The great thing about these suites is they have a sound-masking system, which is good not only for masking noise from the outside, but will muffle the sound when you cry out in pain, Mule."

“You mean YOUR screams, right? I am winning this contest!” I growled.

But Dan took advantage of my momentary distraction to shift his arms and lace his hands  together in a giant sledgehammer which he pressed into the anvil of my back.  Specifically around the narrowest part of my wide back ... putting his fist right over the juncture of my L5-S1 vertebrae, and I let loose the shriek he had anticipated. 

...a giant sledgehammer which he pressed
into the anvil of my back...

 He squeezed hard, and it was like the crush of a junkyard car compacter  as he dug his fist into my L5-S1 locus. 

MMMM GOOD, you taste of defeat, MULE!

 My jaw swung open, and a huge gush of air rushed from my mouth along with a spray of saliva as I lost a lungful of air like a whale expelling air and fluid from his blowhole. As he dug deeper into my spine, I felt excruciating pain shooting down my sciatic nerve  and a deep moan of agony came out of my mouth sounding like a Moose mating call.

I have to break free SOON!

This was no longer a challenge of bear-hugs, but a one-sided vise, with your Hero hanging on for dear life!  I felt like a steamroller was flattening my spine.

Caught in a vise-like grip!

I felt sudden sympathy for all the toothpaste tubes I had worked over across the years. 

Pain radiated up and down my body...

Won't be long now!

Pain radiated up and down my body, spiraling down into my glutes, through the back of my legs, into my calves and then feet, so that my lower extremities rioted with pain for a moment, before both of my big legs went numb.

...both of my big legs went numb

Meanwhile in the other direction, it was like the amusement park high striker.  Well, the Mule was having his bell rung for sure, like Bluto in a High Striker! 

Grappler Dan continued work over your hapless Mule. I felt my muscles surrendering one after another, in a chain reaction of destructive submission. 

The punishment  was relentless. Dan flexed his cantaloupe-sized biceps; and they sunk into my sides compressing my ribs ... my arms dropped and hung uselessly at my side

 I had been here before, and know it did not end well.  I could not even form words, just a series of moans and groans.  Pressing our muscle-bound bodies together, Grappler Dan-- grunting with glee … slowly, ever so slowly, he built up the pressure, deliberately ratcheting up the horrendous torment like he was turning a dial.

"Yeah, I know ... you feel my power  ever growing, Mule ... while yours dissipates...but I remember just how tough you are, and I am going to have to amp it up a bit. This match will end with your destruction at my hands..." he hissed through clenched teeth.

With that, he suddenly released the bear hug.  He gives me a minute or two to get some air back in my lungs.

Dan walks up to me and flexes his mighty body. I follow suit. We hold our flexes and move into the center of the room, slamming torsos. I nod and smile a cocky smirk.  I’m over my initial shock, so I'm excited for this challenge. 

As we flex, Dan  nods his head towards his flexed left arm. He says, "You really think you can hang with this, Mule?" 

I look at his impressively cut bicep. It's definitely big and powerful, but it's also a ruse. Like a novice, I fall for the oldest trick in the book. With my attention diverted, Dan thrusts his flexed arm over my shoulder and around my neck. In one fluid move, he pulls my head down, plants his foot across me and flips me to the floor. THUD! As I crash down, Dan grabs my left arm and locks on an arm bar. He falls back, wraps his legs around my arm with his feet over my thick chest. Dan wrenches my arm hard. I moan as I gather my wits. I've been in arm bars plenty of times, but he is really cranking and twisting it hard. Dan lifts his feet and slams his size 13 feet  into my chest. He does it again and again. ARGH! I flex my pecs to resist, but that just diverts my attention from getting out of this hold. 

"Get ready, you're about to give, Mule!" 

"Nev --" Dan grabs my hand and quickly forces my hand back while twisting, sending a shock wave of pain through my arm. I scream out, "GIVE! GIVE! GIVE!" Dan releases my arm and stands up as I shake out my wrist. He plants his foot on my chest and flexes. I look up at him, in stunned disbelief. What the fuck happened? I push Dan's foot off my chest and sit up. 

Dan is still flexing as I stand up, still completely confused.  Okay, weird, but I just freaked out by the suddenness of his move. It felt like my wrist was broken, but I just overreacted. 

I give the guy his props. "Okay, nice move. That's one for you. Let's go." 

Dan walks up close. He says, "That was pretty pathetic. You couldn't even last a minute against me, Mule." 


I didn't realize I was going to have this kind of match. I pride myself in not getting thrown off my game, quite so easily, so I respond, "Yeah, yeah, you're a real tough guy. Let's go."  I recognize that whatever I thought was going to go down coming in, this isn't going to be what I imagined...not going to be a "fun match." At least not a fun match for the Mule.

We rise and circle. I’m wary now. I’ll be more careful from now on. It's not that big a deal. There's a lot of time and it isn’t like I need to win all the falls anyway. 

We lock up in a traditional collar-and-elbow. I move first, bringing my knee up into his midsection. He grunts from the move. As he bends forward, I move him into a side headlock. I squeeze tightly, but he just laughs. Dan pushes me off with ease. When I turn to face him again, I see him charging at me. I recognize that he’s about to launch into a crossbody, so I raise my arms to catch him and slam him. However, Dan is a step ahead of me again. When my arms go up, he drops down! 

Dan lowers his shoulder and dives forward, tackling me hard. I lose my breath as we slam down hard, my back taking the full brunt. Dan drives his 250-lbs into my abs then slides across my body, mounting me. As he sits on my stomach, Dan uses his open hands to pound my pecs. He's really going to town on them. I grab for his wrists and buck my hips to throw him off. 

I get a reminder  of Dan's power when he thrusts his hands down, even though I'm holding his wrists. He digs his fingers into my pecs and squeezes hard. I buck more wildly, but Dan stays on top of me. Dan's fingers dig deeper and deeper into my pec muscles. The pain is incredible, but I withstand it. 

As I lift Dan with my hips, he brings his feet forward, getting off his knees and planting his feet into a squatting position. When my hips go down, he rises, lifting me up with him by my pecs. I hold onto his rock hard forearms trying to relieve some of the pressure and shuffle my feet, but my pecs feel like they'll be torn off. I moan in pain, but I don't submit. 

...Dan maintaining his unbreakable grip on my pecs

We circle the room, Dan maintaining his unbreakable grip on my pecs. I kick at his abs until he suddenly releases the hold. My freedom is short lived, as he grabs my wrist and bends my hand behind my head.  I try to counter, but Dan quickly thrusts his right hand forward, pounding my chest with a devastating  Ox Baker style heart punch that flattens me! 

As I lay on my back on the floor, stunned by the heart punch, Dan drops down, planting his package on my face and reapplying the killer pec claw. He grinds and grinds as I scream helplessly into his package. 

I cry out my second submission, "GIVE! GIVE! GIVE!" 

"Mule, you’re easier than a fucking wrestling dummy.  I am your better in every way. I'm bigger, stronger and smarter. You can't win against me. I will make you submit over and over again ” Dan laughs.

Dan releases the claw, but spins around and sits confidently on my chest. I can’t believe that he has done it again. We’ve wrestled for only a few minutes since he released me from the bearhug, and the score is now 2-0. . Dan flexes as he straddles my chest then rises and moves to the center of the room again. 



This buff stud is sporting power and muscle even beyond my own. Anger pushes back the pain as I stand and face Dan’s rippling body again, this time I’m ready for him, “Let’s see you try that again!” I yell.

“How about it, big Mule! You’ve got all those big ripped muscles and a reputation as some bad-ass  fighter. FIGHT ME! Show me what a big tough guy you are!”  Dan taunts ..."Pansy-Ass! Some big bad fighter! All you can do is whimper and give when you get locked up by a REAL man!”

There is a lot of time and it’s only two falls. I just need to be more careful. 

Still, I’m feeling a little desperate and confused. I can't bounce my pecs, he has thoroughly weakened them. In our previous match Dan did none of this. I realize I need to focus. We circle around again. When we get close, I immediately charge. but Dan turns into me, catches me and lifts  me up across his  chest. 

With that, Dan drops me, bringing me down across his knee in a back breaker that almost knocks me out from pain. He bends my muscular body in half as I scream in agony. Dan presses hard on the backbreaker until my head is touching the floor. I dangle there, helplessly. All my muscles and training are for naught. 

Dan finally pushes me off his knee. I lie there. I cannot move.  I'm dazed and winded. 

I  saw Dan's massive body towering above me and felt his big foot powered by his huge bodybuilder quads as it smashes down on my stomach.   I flexed my abs hard but the pain was still agonizing and he doubled over with a scream.    I  looked up and saw the foot again, this time crashing hard into my bull sized  balls.   

With a sneer, Dan responded to my agonized scream. "Admit it, Mule, you’re beaten, finished.   I won.   This is it, Mule.  You’ve been waiting for this a long time.  This is the beating you wanted. You’re finished, Mule.  I can continue to beat the shit out of you.  You’re all mine. Or you can give and let me put you out of your misery."

"No more...." I moan.  "I give, I submit.  You win....". I give my third and final submission. It's  3 - 0 and I am done....  This isn't a wrestling match, it's an ass-kicking, plain and simple. Dan has dominated me. 

"Oh so the big, tough Mule is  gonna quit? Afraid of facing more of this?" He throws up a double bicep flex.  Dan was triumphant.   “That’s it, stud, let me hear you beg. Admit that you’re beaten, that I am the best.   Come on... beg, asshole!”


“OK, man.   I’m begging you.   I beg you to stop. I can’t take any more.   Please stop, Dan.   You win.  You’ve beaten me.”

Dan says, "Save your begging. You know how I am going to end this, Mule."  Dan moves his big arms into a bearhugging motion.  "Now, crawl to me on your hands and knees so I can finish you...." 


Dan moved to the middle of the room and  pulled off his boxer briefs,  so we were both now naked. My final crushing and destruction at his hands will naked male to naked male, dicks out,  primitive and animalistic.  He stood like a victorious gladiator just a few steps from me.  

 With every ounce of strength, I roll to all fours and  begin the long naked crawl towards Dan. 

Dan smiled grimly as he taunted the fallen Mule.“Crawl, you big muscled son-of-a-bitch.   I said I’d make you crawl.   Yeah, come on, Mule.   Bring it on.  You thought you were a big, tough stud.   Now look at you, crawling at my feet like an animal.  You're finished Mule.   I’ve broken you.” 

Dan stood watching me crawl.   It was an erotic sight... the beautiful naked  muscle god Mule, beaten  senseless, dragging himself in agony toward him.  Mule's naked chest and his exhausted muscles, stretched to their agonized limit, rippled and flexed, his strong face twisted in pain, as he slowly clawed his way over the floor to Dan.

 It takes me a long time to crawl such a short distance,  but I finally reach Dan's feet.

My hands wrap around Dan's ankles and I pull my body closer. He doesn't move as I use his powerful legs to rise up. It is only a few feet, but I may as well be climbing Mount Everest. My body is wrecked. My big hands slide up his massive legs, resting on top of his thick calves. My head leans on the inside of his knee as I need to take a break. Still, he doesn't move. My hand reaches up behind him and I grab a handful of his hard, round ass. I use it like a rock climber pulling myself up. Dan doesn't flinch as I am climbing him. My face rests on his cock and balls as I swing my knees under me. Finally, I am kneeling. I lift my head back and look up at him.  His arms are crossed over his thick chest. He is looking down on me, waiting for the inevitable. 


I feel Dan's incredible power as he lifts me up to my feet. “Uuuuuunnnng! Unnnnccch! Arrrrrrgh!" Is all I can get out as I feel his giant hand gripping my short blond hair. My muscular body hangs helpless in the muscleman’s grip as he pulls me upright forcing me to look straight into his smiling face. My body is broken, weak and useless following the destruction this big man has already unleashed upon me. “Please!” is all I can utter as Dan wraps his heavily muscled arms around my waist locking a fist into my lower back and lifting my body off the ground into his devastating bear hug! There is no doubt that Dan is enjoying every painful moment he is inflicting on me.

Dan has a rock-solid physique with massive arm muscles that feel more like cast iron. With each terrible flex the muscleman comes closer to crushing my straining body to extinction! Each deep breath causes the big man’s chest to expand increasing the pressure on my already badly damaged frame.  The man’s powerful arms are compressing my sculptured chest forcing me to struggle for even the slightest hint of oxygen! My own set of firm, finely crafted ab muscles press hard against an unyielding mass of rock-solid power. I flex and strain with all my muscle power and yet I’m unable to resist the unrelenting pressure. My lungs are on fire as I feel consciousness slowly draining from me.

With my body compressed so tightly against Dan’s massive chest I can feel the vibration of his voice even before it thunders in my ear, “There is no way you  can stand up to a man like ME! You've got some muscle on you, but you can’t compete against my POWER! One more good flex from these guns of mine and I’ll snap you in two, big man. Want me to break your back? And crush your ribs?” How about it, Punk! Do you want me to show you some REAL MUSCLE?"

I know Dan has more than enough power to do whatever he wants. The pressure and the pain are so great that I no longer care what he does, I just want it to be over!  Dan is  enjoying every whimper from my battered body. He is appreciating every agonized breath I struggle to take as though he is counting to see which one will be my last, 

Suddenly, the big muscleman loosens  his killer grip and while I am still in agony, and still trapped in his bearhug,  at least I CAN BREATHE! 

 Dan still had me locked tightly  into his signature  bearhug finisher. "You always knew it would end like this, and whether you realize it or not, this is how you wanted it to end..." Dan whispered into my ear and we stood body pressed to body.   In my mind,  I was now ready to be defeated.....as I willingly presented myself to Dan for  destruction.  

He continuously poured on more pressure. My mighty back, powerful chest and ribs had been systematically softened up for the kill. My breathing was being constricted, air prevented from entering into my mountainous chest. My vaunted stamina had been drained away from my body, like Dan had pulled the plug on a bath tub. My head rolled about my thick bull neck like I was a bobblehead.

Dan had turned me into a Mule bobblehead

He lifted me up  ... my eyes bulging while he continued compressing me like a trash compactor. I can take a great deal of pain, I am no slacker in that department, but this had gotten so bad, I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to maintain consciousness.

My neck hung over his back like a slinky, my jaw slack, drool dribbling out of its corners of my mouth and down Dan's spine. I started to go in and out of consciousness ... if felt like my ribs were going to splinter into shards any second ... I was totally helpless and … under HIS control ..."Again you have proven to be no match for me, Mule,” he gloated.  I felt like I was dying in his incredible embrace … inexorably heading  toward submission and ignominious defeat.

He was not only crushing my body, but my pride as well.  Over-matched by Grappler Dan, I began to feel submissive … drawn to Dan's superior power like a moth to the flame. I was seriously man-crushing on this powerful alpha male that was dominating me. It was the bromantic thirst all males feel when confronted by the superior power of another man. It is a mixture of hero-worship, awe and a need to share that enticing power, even if only in yielding to it.  I was his, in mind, body and spirit.

I was his, in mind, body and spirit

Grappler Dan understood all this, as my cock engorged, its long thick shaft pressing against my conqueror. He smiled knowingly. It was over, and He had won. He knew it and I knew it.  When he released me I fell on to the carpet.

...my cock engorged, its long thick shaft pressing
 against my conqueror

"I guess you want me to fuck you now, eh Mule?"

I looked up and nodded in a lovelorn stupor, expecting the refusal after the tease.

"Well, you may have lost the match, but today is your lucky day...you have been wanting this for a long time, haven't you Mule?"

I nodded again.

I guess you want me to
 fuck you now, eh Mule?

Today is your lucky, day!

Dan lifted me up in a fireman's carry and brought me into the bathroom, looking the other door as it was a shared facility.

  He lifted me into the shower and turned on the re-invigorating water.

As I looked up, my eyes skimmed the graceful lines of the strongly sinewy legs that had the definition of fine marble sculpture. I scanned the laddered abdominals that flowed seamlessly to his huge stiff, erect and swollen dick … my eyes slid back up to the massive pecs and big arms that were more than a match for my own, then my gazed fixed on the handsome head upon those broad shoulders. The strong jaw jutted triumphantly.  Dan comes in close, pressing himself into my back. I feel his huge hard cock leaking on my ass cheeks as he grips my shoulder and hair. Dan pulls on my hair and I feel his massive manhood part my perfect ass  as he forces his porn sized cock inside me , and then he lifted me up and plowed my ass in a standing doggy...and the rest of the fuckfest was kind of lost in a blur of semi-consciousness.  

He pounds my ass mercilessly. I moan involuntarily as he fucks me. In and out, long dick style, Dan  takes his final prize with aplomb. It doesn't take long before I feel Dan climax inside me. His entire body shudders and he falls forward, his muscled torso over my wide back. I hear him laughing as he lay there. We stay like until  his softening cock slides out of me. When he finally pulls his over sized cock out of me and backs away, I sag, exhausted.  Then I remember being carried  out to the pull out couch bed, to "sleep it off".

 I have wakened some unknown time later to watch as Grappler Dan put back on his clothes and his wedding ring.  I lay there in a euphoric haze until Dan slapped me out of my reverie.  "Wake up buttercup, our flight will be leaving soon.  I got to say I really enjoyed kicking and then fucking your musclebound ass!"

Once more I had been bested by Grappler Dan, but this time on the ground not in the air.  Still, THIS time he had the decency to fuck me into a Mile Hile Haze rather than leaving me unsatisfied and fapping.  "Something he learned in Vegas," he said, "one has to Carpe Diem."  I am down with that!  Dan fucks almost as good as he grapples, so WIN-WIN.  On the Flight Home, we once more clandestinely  rendezvoused in the lavatory while our plane was cruising at 30k.  We grappled, but not in the conventional sense, essentially Grappler Dan fucked my brains out once again.

Once more into the breach, as THE BARD would say!

Dat GLORIOUS ass is MINE! 

I'm STILL the man, eh Mule?

Don't despair, there is always NEXT time...

I was left sitting on the restroom toilet in a smitten haze draining my hose and shitting Dan's cum out my ass, while my ass was throbbing from the energetic penetration it had just received.  

After I made it back to my seat, the Flight attendant once again came by with a blanket and a card courtesy of Grappler Dan.  This time the card was his business card with his contact information.  Scrawled on the back was: "I fly regularly between Dallas and Denver these days, we must do this again soon."

So to make a long story short I didn't get my mancard back yet, but damn if this wasn't the best flight from Dallas I have ever been on. As for my mancard...don't you worry readers!  You know me, you can't keep a good Mule down.  Until then...there is the Jaysonator.  Did I mention what a PHENOMENAL kisser he is?

Back for some more Jaysonator action, eh Mule?

Mule v Slut's Lil Bro

Story by Mule, edits by Stefan, original art by Steve

This story was given an average rating of 4.8 Mules out of 5 by blog viewers

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.

Killer leg day

Squatting 600 lbs for a double...

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.  

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.

The kid starts a convo with Mule...

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..."

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--big neck, huge thick muscle ass, and legs like Redwood trees.  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 requisite
 Aesthetic Glutes 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. 

It was easily 8" or 9" inches flaccid, with girth like a can of coke. Jayso  was seamlessly  oblivious to the fact that he was  dangling his massive manhood right in front of me.  I tired not to let him see me checking him out, but It's hard not to stare something that massive hanging like a third leg on a baby-faced 16-year old kid.

My horse-cock that I always thought was big looked like a ten-year old's penis next to what Jayson had swaying between his tree-trunk quads. . My cock is very impressive thick 9 "inches when hard but right now after a hard workout I got a huge arm pump and all the blood is in my biceps and not my dick.  The 800 mgs of caffeine in the pre-workouts I took are doing their dick-shrinkage thing. And it was kinda cold in the locker room, and I been fighting off a cold and...umm.. a whole lot of other reasons too many to list here. Imma not gonna make excuses but  Bottom line I was feeling like my your Mule's manhood was  half the size of Jayson's flaccid cock

I know I was getting cock mogged by this freak of nature teen muscle jock. His massive cock, hanging  right in front of me, is even thicker and inches longer my own oversized rod.  As my body dysmorphia kicks in, I find myself being the one experiencing penis envy for a change.  I immediately hate the kid and his giant dick.

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. 

Jayson standing with his arms folded and his cock out

Jayson is hung like a fucking horse...

I feel like this kid is  challenging me to a dick measuring  contest

His cock is even  bigger than mine

"Let's see if you even come close to this muscle boy!"

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 like I already mentioned,  having just finished heavy arm workout, I got dick atrophy because all the blood is in my biceps and triceps 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. 

I drop my towel...
I feel embarrassed to show my cock
for the first time in my life ...
Jayson just smirks! 

.

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 you would be packing a monster!   But it's still a nice cock bro (no homo!), I was just expecting....more.

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. Man, I can't wait till I get my driver's license in two months ...

Fuck, I think, the driving age in Colorado is 16 so that means that huge cocked muscle stud is only.... but I don't finish my thought as I am distracted by the sight of the naked Jayson walking to the showers.   

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.

Fuck, you startled me man, I didn't know you stayed here....

Man you and sis were fucking up a storm

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.

Mule in a deep sleep after Nurse HBB leaves...

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?

Nocturnal visitation

A sleeping naked and vulnerable Mule  ...

Jayson's 'miring had turned to desiring...
and Jayson was used to taking what he wanted...

...And what he wanted was the Mule's phenomenal ass 

Jayson flexed in anticipation of  a sexual wrestling
 bout with Mule as he stripped off his skimpy briefs

His muscles were not the only thing flexing in anticipation
 of taking Mule down

Jayson had to admit that Mule's muscular ass was
 a trophy worth winning

Now as naked as his prey, Jason prepared to climb...

... 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.  

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. 

The triumphant teen showed off 
his muscular body

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.

Jayson was all teen jock muscle and it shows

Jayson flexed his canon-ball arm muscles 

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. 

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....?

Jayson  coordinated his next visit to his sister to coincide with Mule's

Jayson was a PHENOMENAL kisser

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.