Golden Grapplers

Written by The Mule, edited by Stefan, Art by Steve with guest picture by Silverjow

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In response to a reader request for more "older vs. younger" matches I thought I would recount this adventure I had not mentioned yet:

I went to The Gym (which I won't name for legal reasons)  owned by a gentleman known to Blog readers as: Muscle Daddy (see Daddy Issues Part I and Part II ). I hadn't been to his gym in several months, since there are other less shady establishments, that I prefer, and since his daughter, who I used to bang, no longer works the front desk. Muscle Daddy, the Gym Owner, is something of an oily slime ball, if I hadn't mentioned that before.  Anyway due to incidents at my preferred gyms, that were ENTIRELY NOT MY FAULT, I have had to resort to going to THAT GYM, for several weeks, until things cool down.  

So, there I am at SLIMEBALL'S GYM doing my thing, and minding my own business! There is just men there, around this time of the day, and not many of those, so the dress code wasn't in effect, and I had my shirt off. I was finishing a killer workout, only to see Muscle Daddy come out the locker room. Since it's his gym there is never a dress code for him. And like a lot of older guys, he don't give a fuck about walking around naked in the locker room.   

Hey Mule, I was heading to the sauna, join me. I got a favor to ask 

Later in the sauna, Muscle Daddy, the Gym Owner fills me in about his latest business venture. He has been doing a "Senior Sneakers" program for over a year. It was an aerobics program for senior citizens. The members of the class ranged in age from 71 to 94. He had like 50 people signed up for the class which is 3 times a week. The attractive part of the program for the gym owner, was that Medicare would pay for it, so every month the gym receives a check from Medicare for the 50 class membership fees. Even though Medicare is paying for 50 memberships, only about 4-6 oldies show up for it on any given day. And half of those use walkers and one is even in a wheelchair. The "instructor" is actually the snack bar cook. The class consists of playing a video and yelling at the old folks "faster, harder, etc." because you need to make it hard enough that the oldies won't want to come back for a few weeks.

While I was absorbing this scam without comment, the Gym Owner explains his new venture. It is a class he calls "Golden Grapplers" and it's a wrestling class for senior citizens.

"I've heard you have done some of that kind of wrestling, Mule...." he mentions smoothly.  I winced, thinking about my hot bout with Muscle Gramps!  "Why don't you come to my class this week and help me out...."

I call this venture, 'Golden Grapplers'

I hear you have done some of this kind of Wrestling, Mule 
I winced, thinking about my bout with Muscle Gramps!

Yeah, what the fuck...why not?

"Yeah, what the fuck...why not?"-- I said aloud,  "At worse I will get a good laugh out of it..." I think.

Gym Owner tells me to get there for noon Saturday so we will have time to "warm up" before the 2:00 PM  class.

THREE DAYS LATER...

Saturday Morning at Mule's Condo Mule jacks off...

My phone alarm went off on Saturday morning and woke me up as I was about to fuck the living daylights out of  Muscle Daddy. I had dreamed about wrestling Muscle Daddy.  What a wrestling match that was. Loser gets fucked and he lost ... big time. I had caught him in a bearhug and squeezed him till he was shouting "I give up!  and begged for me to stop! " 

(art by Silverjow)

I stretched out my mighty arms. I wiped the sleep from my eyes. I yawned as I stretched some more. I scratched my massive  chest. I threw off the bed covers revealing my huge erection. All nine inches of my thick manmeat throbbed upright as I stroked it. I muttered, "This one's for you, Muscle Daddy." Using one hand to massage my nipples, the other to masturbate my pulsating muscle meat. I closed my eyes and began to jerk off to wrestling Muscle Daddy. With firm, strong strokes from my powerful hand I began to jack myself off as I relived my erotic wrestling dream. I visualized myself in the squared circle with Muscle Daddy, both wrestlers naked, having torn each others trunks off during our titanic match. 

Your Mule has a lot of images in his mental spank

Your Mule has a lot of images in his mental spank back from when he wrestled Muscle Daddy as a favor to his Daughter, Trish, back when he was still banging her not so tight pussy.  Hard to believe that was over two years ago.  Your Mule still remembers every detail vividly. 

Are you impressed Mule?  Am I more man than you were
 expecting? Is the ex-D1A  football stud really going to 
compare his physique  with a former Pro Bodybuilder and Mr. Colorado?

This  body of mine isn't just for winning contests on a stage,
 Buddy.  I am going to use it to kick your ass.  But I promised 
Trish I would put your body on display while I do.
  As you know, my Trish loves muscles!

UHHHHHFFFF!!! my fucking abs.. dial it back a notch
 dude, that hurts!--I groaned!

It's an  abdominal stretch, Mule.  Its supposed to hurt.  How
 about another big groan for Trish.  She loved that.

I know a few display holds myself.    Let Trish see her Dad's big
 bulging muscles flex and strain while you try to get out of my 
hanging surfboard!

Aw, yeah.  Trish loves this.  I can smell her wet pussy from
 across the room.    Trish  thinks her Daddy is as hot as fuck.  She got a 
hand in her panties and is finger banging herself at the sight of
 her Daddy's Champion physique suffering.  

First time for Trish to see her Daddy manhandled and dominated?
'Cause that's the 4th orgasm she has had since we started.  

Your done, Man.  I won, you lost. Too bad.  Stay down and 
sleep it off while I fuck Trish. I don't need you trying to 
cock block me

'Sup? Sugar tits.  I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.  
Now, let's Fuck.

I catch him in a bone crushing bearhug, smashing Muscle Daddy's long, thick cock back up against his own rippling rock hard stomach, shoving it deep into his own sculpted abs. The Muscle Daddy bellows out in frustration of being trapped in my powerful arms. I am humping the Muscle Daddy's big cock unmercifully as he dangles helplessly in my mighty arms. 

“Ummm,” I groaned as I thought about busting Muscle Daddy's muscle butt with my mighty cock. 

I spread Muscle Daddy's legs far apart as I sink  between them. Muscle Daddy, with no strength left, cries out as he feels my monster sex pole tear past his ass lips to invade his  asshole. Using my mighty glutes like jackhammers, I fuck Muscle Daddy's muscle butt long dick style with repeated barbaric thrusts deep up into his butthole. He's begging for my big dick now. The Muscle Daddy's head convulses back and forth on the mat with each violent penetration as I keep up my savage fucking.

"OH YEAH!" I yelled as I started to shoot my load. Thick ropes of hot, creamy jizm blasted from my fuckpole as my legs and thighs shook from the power of my ejaculation. "OH! OH! OH! OH! YEEEEEAH!!" I yelled as load after load gushed from the slit of my cockhead, its mass quantity falling back down on my eight pack abs, coating me in a blanket of cum. When I stopped erupting, I laid there breathless and exhausted, having-- as usual-- put all my energy and might into jacking myself off. "Ahhh!" I sighed with pleasure. A smile of self satisfaction caressed my lips. 

I reached over to the nightstand next to my bed to retrieve a towel I always kept there to wipe the cum off my body. I could probably sell my cum rag to a sperm bank for $2000 for it's quanity of genetically superior DNA. When I was through cleaning himself up, I slowly crawled out of bed. As usual I noticed my naked reflection in the full length wall mirror that hung in my bedroom.  I smiled. As happens most mornings, I couldn't resist the temptation to pose my magnificently muscled body. "You're so puny next to me, Muscle Daddy," I crowed as I recalled my dream. "No wonder you lost to me. I'm too much of a man for you … Fuck, you've got it all, Mule" I told myself. "The whole package!” I cooed. Playfully I kissed each of my massive biceps. "Yeah,  I will be using this body to kick some ass this afternoon!"

I check out my naked reflection in the full length 
wall mirror

Fuck yeah! It's no wonder you lost
 to me Muscle Daddy!

I'm just too much of a man for you, 
old man! 

Man, you've got it all, Mule, I told myself.
The whole package!

I am gonna use this body to kick 
some ass this afternoon!

 I smiled as I blew a kiss to my reflection. Then I started toward the kitchen to get some breaksfast.  Rubbing out a big load always leaves me famished.  My body was craving protein so my balls could replenish my supply of baby batter.


Saturday early after noon at the Gym

Nice and quiet, perfect from some naked wrestling,
 bro on bro, mano a mano!

“Where’s all your body hair,” I asked as my eyes slid over Muscle Daddy's incredible muscled award-winning and boner inducing  physique. There wasn’t a stitch of hair anywhere on his body other then his dark black pubes. Each rippling muscle was clearly defined. His striations were clearly pronounced, covering his whole body like a three dimensional road map. I had to begrudgingly admit to myself that Muscle Daddy did have a phenomenal body. His physique was on point for a pro show, he looked stage ready.

“I thought I’d shave down smooth and clean for this new class we are starting” answered the now formerly hirsute Muscle Bear.  These rubes are paying lots and are expecting to to wrestle a real bodybuilder. But as you know, being a bodybuilder yourself, you cannot have any body hair. It conceals your definition too much and all your hard work will be for naught. Body hair hides definition. It cast shadows and covers up the true magnificence of your body. If you truly want to be a champion in this sport your body has got to be as bald as a billiard ball. The judges want to see every part of your physique without any obstruction or interference.

"I know what the old phaggots that signed up for the class want. It's probably a life long fantasy  for these closet homos to wrestle a famous former champion Pro bodybuilder, such as myself. That's reason I asked you to help kick off this class. We are both  almost the same  height and almost the same built, although I am more shredded and closer to contest ready than you are right now. But they won't be disappointed in a young muscle stud like you, that's for sure.  You know they are gonna eye-fuck the shit out of us. Just the sight of our splendiferous muscular physiques will have the old queers popping boners for the first time without Viagra for decades. They won't be able to wait to get their hands on these magnificent bodies when the wrestling starts!"

Somehow, I was feeling like I was being pimped out more as a muscle ho' than being a volunteer wrestling coach for senior citizens.  I should have expected this. Once again Muscle Daddy was showing his slimeballness. But I let it slide.


"Your right about showing your definition. Your fucking muscles are popping like crazy.  Looks like you oiled down too. You got me admiring. Makes you look younger, too. Fuck, from the neck down you don't look any older than me,"  I responded.  But to myself I was thinking: "I liked all his thick dark body hair.  It made him seem even more manly somehow, even more dangerous and threatening. More virile!  It was part of his overall persona. He was a real man's man.  But still, now that I see him all shaved down, with that gorgeous muscle popping and rippling, I have to admit, he is still as hot as fuck. Maybe even hotter."


Muscle Daddy interrupted my lustful reveries with:

"Let's get down to that warm-up before the class arrives."

I was expecting a friendly little warm-up wrestling session before the class arrived. And nothing I like better than wrestling like the Greeks did, all naked and primitive. So when Muscle Daddy stripped all the way down I was only too happy to do the same.

I may have been expecting a friendly match, but Muscle Daddy had other plans. Before we even shook hands he jumped on me like a polar bear on a wet sea lion. He had me all locked up before I even realized the match had started.

All talk and no fight, gives Mulie boy a sore ass!

Take it easy man, this is supposed to just be a "warm-up" I cried out as he was trying to wrench my shoulder out of its socket. " What you doing brah...Your gonna  dislocate my fucking shoulder, dude... go easy man! That fucking hurts..."

"It's supposed to hurt! I been waiting to get your big ass back on the mats.  I got a score to settle with you, Mule..." --Muscle Daddy growled. 

Yeah, this is supposed to be a warm-up but you are cold as ice,
 the oldies will be more of a challenge than you!

"My "warm-up" is gonna be kicking your muscled ass...."  Muscle Daddy continues gloating, as he mounts my back, trapping my arm behind me with an arm bar.  He firmly grabbed hold of my wrists  behind my back. I gasped, struggling too late to pry my arms away. Muscle Daddy began forcing my hand up higher and higher to between my shoulder blades, into a position it wasn't designed to go, making me cry out in pain. "Fuck, that hurts!  I ain't that flexible..." I groan. 

Don't be such a whiner, I don't you remember you being
 so moany and groany!

Still mounted and arm barred, I turn to look up at my powerhouse opponent, just in time to catch a glimpse of Muscle Daddy’s massive fist, a fraction of a second before it smashes into my jaw. BAMMMMM!!! My head explodes and I see fireworks like the 4th of July just as everything goes dark. 

I am out on my feet, before I hit the floor.  A flash knockout! I go completely limp, and I land face first on the mat, knocked the fuck out. by the thunderous punch. Fuck! The  KTFO was as much humiliating, as painful.  My ego took a bruising. Finally...head clearing...my eyes open, but I am severely dazed from the power of the big muscle brute’s punch.  I am pissed as my body moves into the fight mode but as I try to rise up my body refuses to cooperate. OWW....What did he hit me with?......Everything is spinning ....can't think straight.

A powerful punch to my Jaw and it's lights out for  your
 Mule.  A flash knockout cinches the win for Muscle Daddy

"Stay down and save yourself more pain and humiliation!" Muscle Daddy says, standing victoriously over his defeated foe. "I've been working on that  right punch for over a year...I practiced till I was able to punch through a concrete block...That's right, big boy... I Knocked You The Fuck Out.. with a single punch...and I can do it again...let that thought sink in, Mule.."   Through the brain fog, I could hear Muscle Daddy gloating, as he surveyed my prone body, but I still couldn't move. "Look at you, muscle boy, all laid out in front of me, like a Sunday picnic. You just had your ass kicked bigly, by me. I owed you that beatdown..." Muscle Daddy boasted, triumphantly. The synapses in my brain was firing neurons telling my body to move, but nothing was happening. I was laid out flat, like road kill.

That's it,you're fucking done....now to collect my TROPHY!

Yeah, I kicked your ass, Mule......just like I should have the first time.

I kicked your ass, Mule...

Just like I should have the first time!

Now to fuck you harder than you fucked my girl, Trish!
 That pussy belonged to ME and you knew it!

I should have toyed with you more before knocking you out...I enjoyed humiliating and destroying you.  But as much as I am looking forward to another sparring session with you...we have some other business to take care of first.

"And now the rest of the payback.  I remember you begging for my dick while pleading  'Please don’t stop!' The last time we fucked, so I know you're not gonna mind this part at all, Mule. Yeah, I am gonna enjoy making you my bitch again...get on all fours, Mule, its time for some full nelson anal doggie style. I'm gonna ride you hard and rough..."

" Now that's a view I recognize. You still got an award winning ass, Mule! The hottest ass I ever fucked, and believe me, I have fucked a lot of asses...." 

"Just go ahead and take it, man. Spare me the running commentary!" I grumbled. "You won rights to my ass fair and square.  So take my ass for a spin around the block, man. I know what you can do with that big cock of yours.  I've seen it in action and taken it first hand. It's not like I am likely to forget that after our 3-way MMF with Trisha  after she convinced you and me to turn our Alpha bull pussy wreckers on each other. Yeah and don't think I didn't figure out that YOU used her as pussy-bait.  Luring young studs like me in, to make sure you got your fuck contests, so you could continue to compete as manly macho male after your bodybuilding days had passed!"

Flashback to the MMF three-some with Trish, Muscle Daddy,
 and Mule 2.5 years ago 

 Note to Readers:  Now don't y'all judge me! Not many muscle studs can say that a former Mr. Colorado  sucked and fucked his brains out while a hot chick watched.    Trish didn't even have to declare a winner.  When  by the end of the night,  your moaning Mule is  the fuck boy on the bottom calling the massively hung older Musclestud on top ..."DADDY", well who won goes without saying.  Too bad I lost a hot piece of ass because of that, there was no way I could bang Trish again after that.

That's a view I recognize. The hottest ass I ever fucked...

Prepare to be boarded Matie, I am going all Butt Pirate on
 your deliciously muscled ass!

Brace for impact!

Yeah, that puppy slides right in, I guess it has been busy yielding
 to other cocks since I had it!

Fuck the  2 p.m. buzzer.  Muscle Daddy pulls out, and towels off just as the Class arrives interrupting Muscle Daddy's plans...

What were you two up to, in here, all naked?

What's popping, sir? How's that Grandson of yours doing?

There is a familiar face in the class. "What's popping, sir? How's that Grandson of yours doing?" ( see story: Muscle Gramps  for the details of that match.) I couldn't remember the old man's name but I sure remembered his spine snapping bear hug. My back hurt just thinking about it!

Your over-confidence will be your ruin,
 this day!

WHOA...he's no slouch...
he is fucking strong

 UNGGHHH.. OWW  That really hurt
I could be in big trouble here

Can barely ....catch my... breath!

I am going to enjoy bear-
hugging you into submission 

HUHH... That all you got?

Been a while--I said amiably, as I secretly thought:
  Not long enough!

Yeah Mule, this old timer was telling me the other day how he
 almost kicked your ass!

Almost kicked my ass  is a polite way of saying I kicked
 HIS ass! Almost is FOR LOSERS!

I slip into something more appropriate to help with the class, my best pair of speedos.   The best way to get good at wrestling is by wrestling, so we get right to it.  Muscle Daddy squares off with Muscle Gramps while I roll with an old timer whose name I did not bother to catch, who I will call Grizzled Grappler.  The old-timer was very proud of the fact that he had been All-State Collegiate wrestling champion back in '66.  I am sure tidbits like that got him much admiration at the Lions Club, but I was not impressed much by 5 decades old Glory Days bragging rights.  The gnarly old buzzard  also claimed to be  a retired Marine Colonel who had done some "security consulting" after he had retired from the Corps.

Grizzled Grappler

The first part of the match was frankly embarrassing for Your Mule.  I severely underestimated the speed, strength and wrestling skills of the Grizzled Grappler and even as I upped my game, over and over again, without trying to hurt the Dude from the Paleolithic, I kept ending down on the mat on my back.

Grizzled Grappler: A furry muscular
Ex-Marine in his Vietnam era military
 issue jock strap

The furry muscular Ex-Marine Colonel stood there in the center of the mat, in his white military issue jock strap. The Grizzled Grappler protested, “Those are not wrestling trunks. Pros may not wear singlets but they don’t wrestle in their swim trunks either.”

I replied, “Well these speedos are closer to pro-trunks than that stupid old school bare ass jock strap you're wearing. And anyway, old timer, that bulge in your jock ain’t much is it?”

Grizzled Grappler protested: Those are not
wrestling trunks. Pros don’t wrestle in their
swim trunks.

"Come on.  Let's see what you got!!" the Grizzled Grappler said. anxious to get started.

I can tell I am not moving as well as I usually do. I am still feeling the effects of the knock-out punch I had taken from Muscle Daddy only minutes before.  But even though I am not at 100% peak fighting form or strength  I figure I can handle this old dude easily.   I could probably take him with one hand tied behind my back even after the damage I took in the previous match. 

I was expecting a traditional wrestling  match, but instead the Grizzled Grappler  charged me as soon as our match started. Bent over in a football tackle, he drove a series of shoulder blocks into my rock hard stomach. Using all his weight, the musclebound oldster followed this up in  classic American football style with a series of  shoulder slams, into my cobblestone abs, spearing me in the gut with his right shoulder.  His spear did little more than vibrate my cobblestone abs.  Realizing this was not going to be a scientific match but more like a WWE fight, I caught my opponent as he continued to try to fold me by  ramming his shoulder into my armor plated mid-section.

"That's going to cost you," I snarled.  I flung my mighty arm up in the air  then  hammered my sledge hammer fist across his broad muscular back.  "Fuck!" I thought. "This was to be a friendly match, not a war, you crazy old coot! How do I get myself into these things...?"

I was expecting a traditional wrestling  match, but instead he
   charged me as soon as our match started, bent over in a
 football tackle, spearing me in the gut with his right shoulder

That's going to cost you! I snarled. I flung my mighty arm up
 in the air then hammered my sledge hammer fist across his
 broad muscular back

The Grizzled Grappler circled around looking me over from head to toe and sarcastically said, “You ain’t got much hair on that chest boy! Real men have hairy chests. How much punishment you think that chest can take, son?”

In a flash, the Grizzled Grappler applied a double pec-claw to the over-hanging pec shelf on my massive chest. He dug his fingers deep into my beefy pecs causing as much pain as he could. Digging deep into my bulging pec muscles, he was really working it for everything he could. I was in agony.

When the Grizzled Grappler let go of his pec-claw it was such a relief that all I could do was stand there with my arms crossed across my aching chest. The Grizzled Grappler stood in front of me, as I clutched my throbbing chest. Suddenly my muscular opponent swung and landed a surprisingly powerful fist into my rock hard, but unflexed gut. The slug to my gut caught by surprise and it doubled me over as the wind was forced out of me."OOOF!!!" I grunted. "OWWW..I didn't see that coming!" The fatigue from my earlier match  was working against me.  I never would have gotten caught by a punch like that if I was at full fighting form. My legs feel like rubber and I am too weak and slow to avoid a barrage of blows to my mid-section.

'You over confident young fool.  You let your guard down. You are just like all millennials, you are soft and slow...I expected more from you" the Grizzled Grappler chastise me, brimming with confidence from having succeeded in folded me in half.

As I doubled over, The Grizzled Grappler grabbed me in a punishing Side Headlock, parading his young challenger around the mat like a prize pig at the county fair. My face was buried in the Grizzled Grappler's armpit. As I struggled to breath all I could smell was the manly pit musk mixture of sweat and testosterone.“How’s that feel, young pup?” The Grizzled Grappler asked, and then bulldogged me head first to the mat. 

The Grizzled Grappler bulldogged me to the mat and worked
 his way to  the top mount position.  He had me on my back in
 a full body pin! It's not just about strength, muscleboy!

How’s it feel to be pinned, young pup? 1-2-3 times Grizzled
Grappler slaps the mat, counting me out as I kick and struggle
 on the bottom in vein

“Get up!!! Fight like a man!!” --he demanded just for added insult. I struggled and managed to get up on all fours. "Fuck!" --I thought. "This ancient mofo, not only got old man strength. but he knows some pretty sharp moves, too. He handing me my ass..."

The Grizzled Grappler drew back and kicked me in the ribs with all of the force that he could muster. I rolled over onto my back moaning as I clutched my injured ribs. "UNGGHHH.. OWW  That really hurt..I could be in big trouble here;.." I thought.

“ Quit being such a fuckin wimp, boy! Come on boy! You need to toughen-up” he scolded. 

"...UHHH...Everything spinning... but I got to get up... got to finish this quick before he can finish me...How can he be taking this??  I'm wearing myself out while  he has taken my best shots with ease!!!" I think, trying not to panic.

Grizzled Grappler  is a much better fighter than I thought 

I don’t know what kind of fighting experience he has, but the

 old dude has already demonstrated some good moves.

I’ve seen enough to know he’s pretty damn fucking good! 

//

/I am definitely feeling the combined effect from the two 

consecutive battles. If I was expecting this to be easy I was

badly mistaken. This match is proving to be as hard fought as

the other and my big frame is taking even more punishment

Shut the fuck up, kid! Take it like a man. I'm just showing you
who the boss is, boy! Age and experience beats youth and size,
every time!

The Grizzled Grappler grabbed me by my hair and pulled me off the mat so that we were face to face.

“I believe you were making some unfavorable comments about what I have between my legs. Well maybe I don’t have as much as you do, but it seems to me that a donkey-dick like yours just makes for an easier target, don’t you? You like showing off that big bulge don’t you? Yeah you just want everyone to know that you've got a big dick. Well I got news for you kid. Havin'  a big dick don’t make you a man. In fact, that horse-cock of yours is about to lose you this fight! Besides it ain't the size, it is knowing what to do with what you have, in the bedroom...and in the ring!”

 The Grizzled Grappler drove his fist right into my crotch with a French uppercut! It felt like my unprotected cock and balls had been struck by lightning. The pain was excruciating. His punch was just as strong this time, as it was when he had delivered the sneak gut punch before. Once again, I was rolling around on the mat. The old man had a hell of a right! I'm talking young Mike Tyson! I wasn't sure how many punches of that  caliber I could eat without being taken out, but in any event I didn't want anymore his right fist, that's for sure.

"Fuk...my fuking nuts...uhhhhhhhhh...jubus fuk...."  I was moaning and cussing as I lay on the mat, clutching my throbbing balls.

“Shut the fuck up, kid! Take it like a man!" --the furry muscular Ex-Marine Colonel barked. "I'm just showing you who the boss is, boy! Age and experience beats youth and size, every time!"

Grizzled Grappler delivered a sneak uppercut to my
 unprotected bull-sized  nuts!  I fell to the mat, moaning &
 cussing and clutching my throbbing balls

Grizzled Grappler wanted to  finish me now, and wanted to finish me with a sole move:  the bearhug.  It was his belief  that a bearhug was the greatest demonstration of one man’s domination of another. He would enjoy crushing my mammoth muscle bound body against his own muscular body, forcing your mighty Mule to surrender. The seasoned muscleman clamped his arms around me, gripping into the  small of my back. He grunted as his grip tightened. I groaned out in pain.  I felt his nips jutting into my own as our mighty pecs and nipples bulged and ground together.  He wrapped his arms around me, bear hugging me! Hard belly against hard belly, massive thigh against massive thigh, and bulging pouch against bulging  pouch. Chest-to-chest and bulge-to-bulge, just staring into each other. When I feel our big pouches press together, I know we're both getting into it. With our crotches pushed together,  each man was able to assess the other's manhood. Both were equally impressed.  Old bull versus young bull.  We are both hard.

He  squeezed, hard. I felt like  the prey of an anaconda.  I could feel my ribs bending and my  ribs creaking under the pressure. I could not breathe. I was  trapped in the  front bearhug. He tightened his hold on my low back while still increasing the pressure of the bearhug! His huge   biceps peaked into into my ribs. I was being crushed! The  senior  stud squeezed with all his might.

"AAAAAHHHH!!!!" I yelled as felt the sudden burst of crushing power.


“Yeaaaah! You like my bearhug?!” the older stud quietly snarled. "If I can't break your back, I'll just squeeze the life out of you! Maybe break a few of your ribs!!!" he barely raised his voice when he spoke, making his threats sound chilling.  

“Oh man... That’s intense!” I grunted, truly impressed by the older man's power. 

Our massive bodies were dripping with sweat. Our muscular abdomens rapidly inflated and deflated against each other as we attempted to gulp in oxygen to fuel our muscles, and our huge pecs made suction noises from the perspiration between them as our chests mashed together. 


"Here's a taste of what's in store for you!" he added as he ground his swollen crotch into my package. "Yeaaaahhh!" he laughed. "You like that, Mule? Huh? HUH?" he asked as he squeezed me tightly. 

 My spine was put under a pressure like I was in one of those car crushers in a junk yard. The experienced Grizzled Grappler kept my  chin over his  right shoulder, to prevent me from headbutting my way out of his hold. All I could do was  throw  punches to his back,  which bounced off his thick Dorian Yates sized back with no damage.  I struggled to free myself, putting my hands on the older muscleman's  massive shoulders and arching my back to break his devastatingly crushing hold.  He squeezed more and more with his python arms. My back was at the breaking point as he squeezed, forcing the last air in my lungs out. 


The older strongman continuously poured on more pressure. My back and ribs were being systematically softened up for the kill. My  breathing was being constricted, preventing any oxygen from entering into my mountainous chest.   “Give up!” snorted the powerful muscleman.  His  squeezing force  was unbelievably powerful.  He was showing me how it felt to be bearhugged without mercy by a man with  strength on par with my own. He was destroying me handily. Grizzled Grappler's strong arms  were steadily, inexorably driving me toward submission and ignominious defeat!

I was trapped in the Grizzled Grapplers mighty spine and rib
 breaking bearhug! His powerful arms  were steadily, 
inexorably driving me toward submission

The veteran muscleman wrapped his powerful muscled arms
 around my back applying a bearhug with his fist digging into
 the L5-S1 vertebrae of my spine, numbing my legs

In a quick and powerful move he lifted me off my feet, and
  gave a mighty squeeze to his bearhug. My ribs bent and 
creaked under the pressure as I struggled to breathe

The old muscleman's strength was incredible. He was
 crushing me! You're breaking my back, I moaned. 
You're gonna break me in half... !!! 

I submit! --I roared out in pain. Fuck it! I SUBMIT!!

I fought with all my remaining strength but to no avail.   “You’re really strong, boy” --Grizzled Grappler whispers to me. "But you're almost done. Give up before I break you in half!"  He's right... I can't take much more.  With that, the Grizzled Grappler once again applied all his might, nearly snapping my spine. I'm finished... I can't take anymore

"Ugnnhh...no more...you win!!! I submit!!!" --I roared out in pain.  "Fuck it! I SUBMIT!!"


Grizzled Grappler released his beefy prey. I dropped to the canvas in a heap of exhausted muscle at the feet of the powerful older man. I have nothing left... I can't get up ... he has beaten me with his bear hug. OWWW...Where did his strength come from?

"This is almost too easy. I expected more of a challenge from you," the Grizzled Grappler said, as he strolled casually over to the water fountain for a drink. 

When he finished at the water fountain, he casually strolled over to where I was still laid out on the mat,  adjusting his enormous erection in his jock as he did. Upon reaching my heaving body, the muscular round one victor  put his foot on my ass and struck a classic double biceps pose. 

“Yeaaaaah. Look at this shit. Look at this shit!” Grizzled Grapper snarled  as he showed off a classic golden age bodybuilder phsique. “You’ve got NOTHING on this, son! You’re right where you belong – groveling at my feet.”  Grizzled Grappler
 slithered his way across my sweat-soaked skin so that he was laying directly on top of his beefy opponent. His  swollen manhood buried itself deep in the crevice of my ass, with only the thin layer of our my trunks and his jock separating them, and his muscular abdomen fit perfectly within the cradle of my lower back. With one muscleman lying on top the other, both breathing heavily and sweating profusely while wearing only the tiniest amount of clothing, things were getting as hot as hell between me and this old muscle stud.  This old fucker was turning me on!  I was lusting after that thick mature muscle.  

Grizzled Grappler lowered his head over my shoulder to view my face from the side. "I could end this right now," he sneered as he thrust his erection deeper into the crack of my posterior, straining the fabric between them.  I'm not going to lie, by now I thought the older muscleman was as hot as fuck. His domination of me with the bearhug had tapped into my submissive side. 

"I could roll you over, smother you with my crotch, and pin you," he continued. "Or, I could slap on some kind of chokehold right now while I have the rear mount and put you out like that!" he said as he snapped his fingers in front of my face and smiled. "But where would be the fun in that?" 


Grizzled Grappler dismounted Mule and climbed to his feet, adjusting his cock in his pouch again, which was now painfully enlarged and aching for release

 Your depleted Mule slowly struggled up onto all fours. My legs trembled uncontrollably, as I tried to stand. "You ready to go again?" the Grizzled Grappler asked as he calmly toweled off with an ancient threadbare YMCA towel from his gym bag. "The class is supposed to be two hours, so we got 45 minutes left. Plenty of time to continue our match. You are no match for me. But try again. I am enjoying this."

" It's my turn now, you old fossil.  I will beat you to a pulp.! " I snarl with returning confidence.  I learned my lesson.  He's no slouch...fuck if this ancient fuck  ain't almost as strong as me.  I've just got to keep the pressure on him...got to  put everything in the next round.  Time to go balls out. It's Clutch Time.

"So you do have some fight left in you after all. Excellent. Then let us  continue. I will  make you submit to me again!" the Grizzled one grinned.

"We'll see about that.  You're about to be on the receiving end of some major elder abuse...." I snap back.

You all will be happy to learn, that the second part of the match went much better for your Mule, it wasn't long before I had the Grizzled Grappler down on the mat!

I admire your fighting spirit, but you are outclassed here,
it is isn't 1936 anymore!

Careful there old timer, I don't want any brittle old bones
 to shatter!

1966, 1936, what's the difference?  It is all long in the past,
now simmer down!

Save some of this energy for the Golden Girls back at
 Shady Acres!

It is alright to tap out Old Timer, no one will think less of you!

I promised I wouldn't hospitalize anybody in this class,
don't make me out to be a liar  Mr. All-Collegiate 1916!

Pretty spry for an old guy, I will give you creds for that
King Tut!

Damn, you still got a whole lot of fight left in you Methusulah,
 you almost pulled a turnabout there!

But I am younger and stronger than you, and you are
NEVER breaking free, Father Time!

You are probably too ancient to understand the reference,
Founding Father, but a voice just said FINISH HIM!

It was all over, but the screaming, and there was plenty of screaming and groaning by the Grizzled Grappler, as I upped the pressure, until he finally conceded defeat and tapped out.  When I helped him to his feet, he was not so tall and straight with the marine bearing he had had before, but more like an old man moving out to yell at kids to get off his lawn.

I was feeling pretty cocky after beating the old-timer, when in through the door came: KUNG-FU GRANNY

Sorry I am late, the cats were a handful today!  Ohh I want to
wrassle that big young blond feller! RAWRRRRR!

"That's it, I am OUT OF HERE!"-- I yell, as I storm out.  Turns out it was the last class for Muscle Dad as well.  After 3 falls straight to Muscle Gramps, he felt so humiliated, he turned the class over to that victorious Geezer and the Grizzled Grappler. I hear Muscled Gramps and Kung-fu Granny are dating now!

They are well-matched!

*****************************

Pillow Talk- Part III

Latter that night, at the MuscleDaddy household, MuscleDaddy is deep in conversation (not the only thing he's "deep in" if you know what I mean) with his daughter (and my ex-slut), Trisha.

What do you want to hear about first Trish?
How I kicked your ex-boyfriend's ass or how I fucked it?

MuscleDaddy stood behind his daughter as she assumed the doggie position and he lined up his massive cock with the opening of her dripping, smooth pussy. “You ready to  feel a real man's cock in ya, baby?” MuscleDaddy asked, leaning in and tonguing Trisha's ear. "You know your Daddy wants  to hear  his bitches scream when I break a bitch open, right baby?

“You ready, bitch?” MuscleDaddy growled to his daughter.

“Yes! Fuck me, big Daddy!” She screamed

His daughter was a renowned slut who  craved big cock, yet she still squealed her lungs out when her Daddy had a turn at stretching her pussy.

“Ye-Aghhhhhhh!” Trisha  screamed from Daddy shoving his monstrous knob deep in her pussy. "Yeah, my little bitch came just from me entering her! Try doing that Mule!” he thought. "Nice job, baby! Your Daddy is proud of you.  I got six inches of cock inside you, but we still have another 4" to go!" Daddy laughed as he grabbed Trisha's hair and pulled her head back to arch her back as he pounded even deeper, going balls deep into his screaming daughter, “That’s right, slut, take every fucking inch! I'm bigger than your ex-boyfriend, huh? Can you feel me stretching you? More than he ever could? I’m going to ruin you for your faggot boyfriend,  just to make sure you never get with him again. You’re won't even  to feel him inside you again when I’m done with you! I will make your vagina tunnel a cave. Mule's cock won't even reach the sides...”

Her Daddy was a hot and huge muscle stud with an enormous cock. And the feeling of that hung like a horse stud's huge cock  pounding at her clit sent Trisha over the edge as she fell into an orgasm  in a chorus of screaming pleasure, her body thrashing and convulsing. This slut, who was used to taking lots of huge cocks,  still had squealed and broke beneath the power of her Daddy's monster cock. "I bet Mule has never made you squeal like that!” her Daddy roared as he started slamming his huge cock into his daughter's twat!

Daddy's massively thick, powerful cock continued  pounding into his daughter' pussy. Trisha couldn’t believe that her pussy could possibly stretch that much!  You’re too fucking big! she moaned. Her  Daddy told her “This is what a real man does to a girls pussy!" 

Her massively thick and powerful muscle-stud Daddy growled  “I’m gonna blow a fucking massive load, you ready for it, slut?”  giving Trisha's ass a hard slap, leaving her with a big paw print shaped bruise. The sounds in the bedroom were the bed headboard slamming against the wall, their bodies slapping together,  Trisha's wild moans, and MuscleDaddy's own groans, grunts and moans.

Trisha imagined that she was being raped by a barbarian. The deep masculine grunts that came out of her Daddy's chest were so different from her high pitched squeals of delight. And the  cruel things he was saying as fucked her, calling her a slut and a bitch and even worse. Leaning over again, he locked his powerful arms around her and really started to fuck into her like a machine, leading to his final assault. His big, rock solid bodybuilder glutes flexed and unflexed, as his ass  moved up and down, up and down, picking up speed. The sight was amazing. It was going to happen!

Then MuscleDaddy let out a loud, guttural yell as his whole body shook. His huge balls retracted and  the muscles in the huge cock work to pump load after load into his daughter's pussy.

This time, when her orgasm hit, Trisha arched her back and squeezed every muscle in her super-fit lean athletic  body.  A clear, odorless liquid gushed out of her pussy's when her  orgasm hit. Her  release is like a dam bursting, a widespread gush instead of a focused stream.

Trisha had squirted! Female ejaculation.  Not many men can make their woman squirt.  Only a top-tier stallion with tremendous sexual prowess can dish out the clit stimulation it takes to make a she-boner blow.   MuscleDaddy was justly proud of his accomplishment!

 Her Daddy had raised up and back as Trisha had squirted! It was like she was  peeing while orgasming. The bed sheets were soaked under her. Daddy stood on his knees majestically in back of her while she calmed down, his thick cock still buried deep in his daughter's cunt!

"Yeah baby, you just squirted. Your Daddy just made you squirt. Your pussy sure likes Daddy's cock. You know that your boyfriend Mule will ever be able to do to you what I just did, right baby-girl? Make you squirt like I did. Make your she-boner ejaculate."

 “I know,” Trisha replied, “You’re more of a man than Mule will ever be.”

The smell of sex filled the bedroom.  The smell of Trisha's now gaping  cunt mixed with the smell of the testosterone oozing in her Daddy's masculine sweat.  Trisha was in heat from the  smell and from watching her Daddy's muscular, powerful bronzed body and his long virile and veined dick  in action.

Daddy piledrived his shining 10" cock  into Trisha's pink pussy, destroying it. MuscleDaddy said nothing but just grunted, emitting another deep grunt as he plunged balls deep his daughter again.

Trisha squealed into another orgasm  as her Daddy kept his

huge cock buried in her all the way, shooting volley after volley of his potent cum inside her.  Her Daddy was breeding her, impregnating her. FUUUUCCCCKKK!!! Daddy was the hottest muscle stud evar!!!

"I  knocked you up when I busted my nut in your cunt, baby.  Make sure you take your Plan B.  I don't need any retarded kids/grandkids in my life!"  Daddy told Trisha.

*************

Pillow Talk: Part IV

Daddy looked over at his daughter in her bed as he gathered up his scattered clothes.

He smirked down at the limp body of his beautiful little Trisha.   She was thoroughly exhausted. Her glassy blue  eyes could barely focus. Trisha's ass and pussy were sore from his pounding. Her big  breasts  were coated by his  cum. Daddy's man's juice was even drooling from the corner of her mouth. There was nothing romantic about Daddy's sex. Love-making was just satisfying his sexual urges. Daddy had the reputation to take what he wanted whenever he needed it. 

"Thanks for a great fuck, baby!" Daddy said as he pulled his jeans up over his huge thighs  and big bodybuilder ass. Trisha reached up to her Daddy's chest and playfully squeezed his muscular pecs. "Do you have to go so soon, Daddy?"  Trisha asked while her thumbs circled around  his hardening man tits.  "I tell you what baby..." Jake said hoarsely, " If you can get that big-dicked meathead Mule over here for a threesome, I will fuck him while you watch! Would you like that, baby?" Trisha almost squealed with delight at the thought! Her Daddy was definitely into threesomes and nobody dared to call him a faggot when he fucked the boyfriend together with the girlfriend!

"Daddy and I are going to have some 'fun' tonight. Would you like to join in?" Trish texted Mule, together with some nudes of her hot little self.  There were even closeups of her taking a big cock in her mouth, cunt and asshole. "Daymn!" thought Mule, as he looked at the pics.  Mule sprung a boner as hard as an iron pipe and his balls tingled. "Fuck, this horny bitch must be in heat!  Trish had always been a nympho and a tigress in bed.  He realized a threesome with his ex-slut and the slut's pop  was upper tier kinky. But he had split roasted the bish with Jake and did the Eiffel  Tower bro salute after, without any regrets tbh.    Whenever there was a argument between Mule's penis and Mule's brain,  his penis won every fucking time!

It took Mule less than 15 minutes to get to Trish's place.  He saw her Dad's vintage Porsche parked out front of her place.  Mule could hear the sound of loud, rough fucking through the door, so he let himself in and went straight to the bedroom.  Both were naked in the bed  when Mule entered.  The room reeked of the smell of sex.  He frowned seeing the bald head buried between Trisha's thighs.  He recognized that thick muscular  back stretching  down to the dimpled melon-shaped muscle butt. "I guess they decided to start without me. Looks like I got some catching up to do!" Mule thought as he peeled off this tanktop and dropped his jeans, stripping nude in less than 8 seconds.

masturbated like we were trying to make the cut at Team USA's
national jerkoff trials

forceful, aggressive, fucking 

a few porn
cliches like "Fuck me harder, Daddy!" and "You like that big dick slamming
your tight little ass?"

now it was leaking precum nonstop. I got out some lube, dropped my briefs,
wrapped my fist around my dick and started a slow pump, getting close, then
backing off, trying to last as long as they did, which wasn't easy

I watched his back muscles move and his glutes tighten as he conquered her pussyhe dove down in between her legs and began using that expert tongue of his again. He didn’t spend too much time at her vag but paid special attention to her asshole

"Spread those cheeks!  Show me your hole!"
"Yes sir!"
"Yeah, get your tongue way in there."
From the sound of things, Jake was soon eating Trish's asshole and Trish
was loving it.  

Now that I knew Jake was
licking the opening to my ex-sluts ass and pushing his tongue into
her asshole, I pumped my dick faster and gripped it tighter.  

looked down at me, grinning.  I think he knew I was liking this.

He
was a total stud, with a cock to match

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