Date: Sun, 12 Aug 2007 17:43:30 -0500
From: charles Turner <cbru49@gmail.com>
Subject: the competitors 1

If stories of alternative sexuality, incest, bestiality, watersports,
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The Prize

Artie is a hair under five-two and one hundred and ten pounds.  Kin is five
three and one hundred and twelve pounds.  The guys have been competitors,
opponent and friends since their parents enrolled them in Kung Fu classes
ten years ago.  They alternatd getting their belts, first Artie then Kin
and then Kin and Artie.  They were in ninth grade when they both decided to
try out for their schools' wrestling teams.  Artie was studying at the
Lutheran school on White Street and Kin was at the much larger public high
school.  Alhough they were the smallest two boys to try out at their
respective schools they both won a starting position in the 88 pound class.
Throughout high school they met on the mat nine times, eight in regular
school meets and once in a city championship round which Artie won and they
he went on to win the state title three weeks later with his friend
cheering him on.

At first they had found battling each other silly since they had met at
Kung Fu exhibitions where they could easily hurt the other.  However, after
only the second time on the mat they started whispering small wagers while
waiting for the ref to blow his whistle.  Through the rest of their years
in high school and on into college the wagers became slightly more serious
but never of any great consequence as neither boy had money to lose or the
inclination to get tossed from the team for gambling.  The wagers had
started out as silly as having to wash and iron their opponent's ji to
walking the other's dog.  Once they were in college the wagers had gotten a
little more serious, the loser might have to streak through the winner's
school cafeteria or be led around all day with a dog collar and leash.
Through all the years and losses Artie and Kin remained friendly, months
after neither boy won a position on the Olympics team they decided to try
out for a new Extreme Fighting Team that was forming in their hometown
thinking they could finally be teammates.

Artie won a position, but the coach of the team didn't want two rookies and
got Kin a try out with a team where he knew his counterpart.  Soon after
that the friends were again competing, although the consequences were more
dire as they were allowed to use wrestling, boxing and martial arts
techniques they had learned and were being taught by their coaches.
Although they claimed to still be friends, Kin had become somewhat
resentful of the fact that Artie was considered by the gamblers to be the
better fighter of the two.  With that resentment came more serious wagers
between them, from being introduced to each other's sisters to a few that
began to verge on the sexual and exhibitistic.  Kin had made the initial
offer, the loser of the bout scheduled on Labor Day would have to kneel at
the winner's feet inside the cage and kiss his crotch, by the time both
friends accepted the bet it was agreed that the loser would only touch his
forehead to the winner's covered crotch.

Kin wasn't gay, but he had often thought about pressing his cock and balls
into Artie's mouth when they were on the mat.  But Artie is gay, he is my
lover and has been for the last year.  We met our senior year of college, I
was his practice dummy.  The coach wanted his wrestlers to practice with a
partner that was in their weight class so I was paired up with him even
though I'd never won a match between us.  We had been on the mat three
times when I knew that Artie was doing more with me than he needed to do to
win, he was rubbing his dick, balls or ass in my face, on my hands and
against mine.  The night before the team was to leave for a Thanksgiving
weekend tournament in Philadelpia he asked me to give him a second match
after the heavy weights left the gym.  It was my job to get him ready for
the tournament, so I agreed.

By the time we made it to the locker room I couldn't have hidden my
erection with two towels.  It is not something that is that unusual among
wrestlers so I wasn't too concerned about what his reaction might be when I
stripped off my singlet.  He was still seated and untieing his shoes at the
locker next to mine.  I guess he'd already checked that the coach and our
teammates were gone, because without looking around the locker room he
pulled me to him and drew my seven inches deep into his throat.  I'd had a
few blowjobs before that, but had always preferred fucking; I wasn't one to
turn down a willing mouth, especially when it was doing as nicely as
Artie's was.

Artie had worn me down, so although I was horny and enjoying his mouth
working my cock in and out I was not going to cum quickly.  I stood with my
arms against the locker as Artie enjoyed himself and pleasured me.  After
about ten minutes he got up and pressed down on my shoulders, I managed to
get the message out that his was only the second guy's cock I'd ever sucked
but he didn't seem to care.  I need to step back a minute, Artie and I'd
seen each other in the shower and locker room and the dorm shower maybe
fifty times in the three years plus we'd been in school so I was completely
surprised when I couldn't swallow his whole cock.  The cock that had
appeared to be the same size and girth as mine swelled and elongated until
he easily had three more inches in length and another inch in circumference
that I didn't have.  I couldn't get it all into my throat, but I knew I
wanted him to try fucking me.

I broke away from his hands.  He looked hurt for a minute, however when I
motioned him to follow me he grinned.  The coach kept some body lotion in
the last locker outside the office for those of us that would occasionally
get our knees scraped because we were practicing too much without knee
pads.  I found the bottle, squirted it on the fingers of one hand and
rubbed it into my already opening ass.  A moment later I squirted some in
the palm of the other hand and coated Artie's erection from the pointed
head down to his nearly orange pubes.  When I laid down over the end of the
changing bench Artie threw a towel on the concrete floor and moved in
behind me.  From the first quarter inch until the last I was hooked, all I
wanted was Artie to master the art of fucking.  My newest hero didn't last
an extreme length of time, I only cared that he was in me and filling me
with a hot load of cum.

In the showers we talked more about things outside of wrestling than we had
in three years.  I was ready to depart the showers and sit on the commode
when Artie pinned me against the shower room wall and sprayed me from tits
to knees with a odiferous load of bright yellow piss.  As he exitted the
shower he told me, "I always mark my territory."  When I had cleaned off
and got back to my locker he was gone.

I wasn't an official team member so I wasn't allowed to ride on the bus to
Philadelphia or stay with the team in the hotel for the weekend.  I spent
the two nights I was there at my middle sister's apartment.  She was too
excited to see me to allow me time to get with Artie.  More than anything I
wanted to tell him that he was right in marking me; if he wanted me, I was
his property.  Back at school on Sunday night I was thinking about the work
I hadn't done for my pyschology class when without knocking Artie walked
into my room and dropped his pants.  I was getting the idea that he would
want to use me before we would talk, it was the pattern we fell into for
the next month.  I wasn't completely unhappy with the way things stood, but
I wanted more from him than a hot load of cum and a piss chaser.

After the Christmas break I had returned to school early, we were hosting
the class A wrestling championships and I had committed to helping the
coach in whatever way he needed.  New Year's Eve was Tuesday night and the
tournament wasn't starting until Thursday so some of the first wrestlers to
arrive were sitting around in a house one of the fraternities that had
given us permission to use for entertainment until school resumed, the
hundred -eighty pound starter belonged.  None of us were drinking heavily,
but we all had a few beers.  About eleven thirty I must have reached my
limit because I started to feel depressed about not being alone with Artie.
There was nothing I wanted more than to feel him sliding that big dick up
my ass and his tongue in my mouth.  I wandered away from the other guys and
went outside.  In the northeast potion of the United States it is cold on
New Year's Eve even on the warmest occasion, I hadn't thought about the
weather and had left my coat inside.  Miserable, I thought about going back
for my coat or heading back to my dorm room when I felt Artie's arms wrap
around my chest, after all the times we'd wrestled I didn't need to see him
to know who it was holding me.

"Wrestling season will be over in six weeks, will you move into my
apartment with me, once it's done?"  The idea that he didn't want his
fellow wrestlers to know about us warred with the idea that he wanted me.
Wouldn't he keep in touch with any of the guys after the season?


It was as if he could read my mine.  "I'm not ashamed of you, Gary, it will
just be easier if the coach doesn't know about us until the season is over,
he is a raving mad homophobe.  Last year he had two of our teamates
disqualified after he learned they had done each other in the showers, one
time.  What do you think he'd do to me or you if he found out we were doing
more than that?"  I understood that he too had been wanting more than the
time we'd spent together and relaxed with my back and ass pressed against
him.

"Will you mark me as your territory, now?"  Why I asked him that I don't
understand, I had turned my face to his and was staring into his grey eyes
and was running my hand through the orange hair I like so much.  Yes, I
enjoy having him piss on and in me, but it certainly doesn't make me his
property as he thinks.  As we listened to the clock being counted down in
the common room Artie opened our zippers and let the steady flow of his
beer diluted piss warm my excited cock and drawn up balls.  I would have
sworn to do anything he wanted at that moment.

Neither of us is very domestic!  The apartment hadn't been cleaned since
before Artie left for Thanksgiving, not leaving me many places to put the
few be-longings I had to move from the dorm into his apartment.  I don't
enjoy living in a mess and tried on a few occasions to clear out bags of
trash and clutter, but it didn't seem to help as the living room and
kitchen would be in the same shape the next day.  Whether by coincidence or
effort there were a few spaces that we both kept clean and clear, the bed,
the bathroom and our desks.

It was on top of his desk not the bed that I had my first chance to fuck
Artie.  Wrestling season had been over for four weeks and he had been away
for the weekend at a Kung Fu exhibition.  The night he returned to the
apartment he would barely talk to me, just an occassional grunt or no.
Artie had never been particularly violent around me although he was a
fighter, my pestering finally pissed him off enough that he threw
everything that was on his desk to the cluttered floor and tearing his
boxers open from the leg hole leaned over the desk and said "if you're
going to be such a pain in the ass, why don't you just fuck it?"  That had
been our one recurring argument, I wanted to fuck him and he wouldn't let
me; now he was giving me the chance?  I didn't wait for a second invitation
or give him the chance to change his mind, I was behind him and burying my
cock in his heat quickly not even taking time to remove the remains of his
boxers.

I didn't know what to expect.  Was he a virgin?  Would he hate me for
fucking him? What?  I had hit a slow long, comfortable stroke when I felt
Artie begin bucking in response to the invasion, trying to make me speed
up.  There was no doubt in my mind, he was enjoying the fuck as much as me
and wanted to feel the cum poring into his chute.  I hadn't jacked off over
the weekend while he'd been gone, when he won he would spend a long time
between my legs sucking and fucking and I wanted to be certain I had a
reservoir of cum built up for my man.  The feeling was too much for me to
resist, so I was soon shooting a hot full load in Artie's ass.  As I did I
felt his ass grab me and nearly tear my cock off, there was no doubt he too
was cumming hard.

Unlike when he fucked me, Artie was unwilling to talk.  It wasn't until the
following morning while drinking our coffee that he explained that he had
lost the match to his nemesis, friend and competitor, Kin.  He had lost
before and had never been that way, when I asked for an explanation he told
me about the silly wagers they had made since the time they were children.
He was on his third cup of coffee before he told me the bet had resulted in
the loser having to give Kin's dog a handjob while the winner watched.  I
was immediately interested, in high school I had spent many afternoons with
my dog and that of my neighbor, I had never told Artie about the sex games
I played with the two studs.  I never thought he would have the slightest
interest in the story of how I had lost my virginity, so I had fudged the
answer whenever we discussed our firsts.

As Artie sat there with his lengthening cock poking over the edge of the
table I knew that something had happened as he gave the dog a handjob that
embarrassed him.  It wasn't until he saw me looking at his hard dick that
Artie admitted that he had enjoyed feeling the power and life in the
Doberman's cock from the very first stroke until the dog shot his load on
Artie's bare foot.  "If you get me a big male dog I'll show you a few other
tricks you can do with a friendly stud."  Where it came from and why I
would come out to Artie about the practice I had tried so hard over the
past few years to hide, I don't know.  The only things I can think is that
I really wanted him to know about me or I was trying to make him feel
better about himself.  He was too concerned with his own pain to understand
what I had just admitted, it wasn't until later that afternoon while we
were studying that it finally penetrated his brain.

The anger, shame and other mixed emotions on his face made me fear that I
would have no place to sleep or live by the time the night came.  Yet,
underneath all of the emotions was the fact that he loved me, even if he
didn't know everything about me.  Sitting across from each other at our
desks I finally told the story of my life to Artie, until that time he had
said that it didn't matter to him that I had other dicks in my mouth and
ass as they had taught me how to handle his.  And, that is true if you
believe having a Doberman mount you is in any way similar to having a man
that loves you slide his dick in your ass.  The one similarity is that both
Sam and Artie believed that they owned me and would fuck until I was open
enough for their pleasure, one huge difference being that Artie marked his
property with piss, Sam never did, a second was Artie kissed me and Sam
only licked my face, ass, cock and balls.

He didn't know how to respond to my story.  For the next three weeks Artie
and I were a bit tenative around each other and spent a little less time
together than we had before sharing our tales of bestiality with the other.
When Artie decided to drive to his parents to celebrate his mother's
birthday and Easter it was a nice break from the tension.  I didn't go home
for the long weekend, thinking that I would do better if I would spend most
of the time in the library researching a paper I needed to finish writing.
Having been introduced to watersports by Artie I had chosen to write about
urology as the professor claimed it was a perversion and I wanted to make a
case against that idea.  I had amazed myself a few times in my assortment
of classes by taking these odd stances against what the authorities at the
college must have thought would mostly be automatically accepted precepts;
isn't that one of the goals of college, questioning everything you are
told?

Reading scientific and non-scientific papers in the library for three days
waiting for Artie to return I developed a thirst that could only be
satisfied in one way.  I considered scouring the restrooms for a volunteer
but each time I rose from my seat the fear that Artie would somehow find
out that I had 'cheat-ed' on him or that another's piss would weaken my
love for Artie broke my resolve.  Back at the apartment I was able to
engage in a practice that I would never have tried before Artie had taught
me the pleasure of being showered in piss.  I lay back in the tub and
feeling the cool porcelain against my back and buttocks sprayed the piss
I'd battled to hold in for the previous two hours over my chest, face and
stomach. When I do that it is difficult to get much in my mouth, but I
certainly can cover most of my body.  I didn't expect Artie to come home
until the following afternoon, but when I heard the front door open I knew
he was back.

I could have stood up and showered, but I lay in the cooling piss hoping
that Artie would come to find me.  One other time he had found me bathed in
my own waste and ordered me to open my mouth and slowly filled me and then
played his weakening stream over both my tits and my balls, the two places
he'd learned I most enjoyed the spray of his hot golden liquid.  When he
walked into the bathroom I couldn't have been more surprised, at his side
walked the whitest dog I'd ever seen.  Artie looked like he was prepared to
speak, but seeing that I was laying in a pool of liquid gold he smiled and
dropped his sweat pants.  He hadn't worn underwear for the drive back so he
didn't need to remove it as he aimed at my face and let loose with a stream
that would have hurt had it hit any where other than my mouth.  I tried
hard to swallow all that Artie was giving me.  I didn't succeed, when I lay
back I found out that it hadn't mattered; Artie told the dog to lick and I
was the object of Lance's full attention.  I had never felt a dog do what
Lance did and my dick stood waiting for either his tongue or Artie's mouth
to finish me off.

When I was mostly clean Artie stepped into the tub with me and flipped on
the shower. For fifteen minutes we didn't speak, Artie and I were happier
to be together than either of us was capable of expressing in words.  With
my ass cheeks gripped in two hands I lay my head on his shoulder and tried
to relax while he pushed two fingers from each hand into my ass, he managed
to make it up to the second knuckle.

"I brought Lance back with me so you could have a cock at hand when I'm not
here, babe.  From the way he licked you off I think the two of you will
soon be great friends.  You won't forget that I'm the one that loves you,
will you?"  It was the first time that Artie ever spoke to me about love.
My gratitude would have spilled from my eyes if I hadn't taken the
opportunity Artie presented and laid down with my chest on the side of the
tub, baring my ass to either he or Lance; not caring too much who was
first.

As the one hundred and sixty pound dog mounted me I worried that I hadn't
chosen the best place to show Artie what I would do for him.  I needn't
have worried, the dog gripped me low on the back and balanced me to the
point where my chest was not feeling the pressure.  I had thought the extra
length and girth of Artie's cock was exciting and filling, I would never
have expected that his dog would fill me fuller than any man.  As Lance's
knot found a way to grow in my ass Artie moved back into the tub and raised
my mouth to his cock and tried pumping as fast and hard as his dog.  It had
been nearly four years since I'd had a stud pumping hot watery dog cum into
me.  I thank whatever god exists for those few moments in life when not
only can you feel the cum entering your mouth and ass but shooting from
your own dick.

It took twenty-five minutes for Lance's knot to shrink enough to pull from
my stretched hole.  Artie was shocked that Lance came a lot more than the
dog he had given a handjob.  When I had cleaned myself out and washed off
the long white hairs I crawled into bed with Artie and with my head upon
his chest tried tell him how happy he had made me.  I was glad that he was
more willing to discuss what had happened than he'd been when he was the
one involved.

Like Artie, I professed my love for the first time that night.

We graduated two months later.  Artie's grades and classes didn't really
qualify him for much and unless I was willing to go for an advanced degree
mine was not worth much more.  For the first month after school was out we
both tried finding jobs that we thought we'd like, for the second month we
tried for jobs that paid enough to rent an apartment and come August Artie
auditioned for the position of feather weight fighter on the Extreme
Fighting team.  While we waited for an answer I took a part-time position
at a Twenty-Four Hour Gym, I have a minor in Physical Education so I am
qualified.  We were fortunate in that both of our parents were willing to
send us enough money for the rent and what I was earning bought the food.

If we weren't somewhat depressed because of the job situation we could have
had a pleasant time as we were becoming more and more comfortable with our
cocks, asses, fucking and piss, and with Lance and I giving Artie a show
once a week.  Once Artie started practicing with the team his depression
lifted and learning his position on the team he soon was ready to
experiment more with me.  Our life once again became playful and loving. I
hadn't wanted to go, but Artie enrolled me in a class to learn Jujitsu
along with him.

His coach had told him that he needed to learn more martial arts than he
knew if he wanted to be successful on the tour that was going to start
soon.  The team had their first match at home and the second only an hour's
plane flight away so through September Artie was home everynight.  When the
coach of Artie's team learned that I had been his workout partner in
college and was going to the Jujitsu classes with him he asked me if I'd be
willing to do it again.  It only took me one visit to the training gym to
tell him that I had no desire to get in a cage and let anyone beat the hell
out of my body.

We hadn't spent any money on furniture when we moved to the city so our
apart-ment had a bed and a sofa we'd had while in college.  I don't know
where they came from, but Artie had padded the living room from wall to
wall with wrestling mats.  There were many evenings that he and I spent
hours practicing wrestling moves or Jujitsu until too tired to crawl to
bed.  On the rare occasion that I had managed to get him in a hold that I
could hold for more than a few minutes Lance would come to his aid.  That
damn Great Pyrenees would topple me off the top by sticking his nose in my
butt or licking my nuts, even on occasion joining in the pile of naked
flesh.  Artie and I had decided when we were practicing that we would no
longer wear clothes, I loved being able to grab a handful of his cock or
balls and he loved grabbing me by the butt and spreading my cheeks.  There
were numerous nights when wrestling would only be onsidered foreplay, as
one or the other of us would end up with a dick or ass more involved than
hands and arms.  If I thought we'd been wrestling long enough or wanted to
quit I would involve myself with Lance; sometimes sucking his dick, but
more often getting myself into a position where he would automatically
mount me. The dog had been rescuing Artie for two months before he told me
that Lance had been trained to defend him because his parents had thought
he was too small to defend himself even with the training he'd had in Kung
Fu.

The night of his first match I stayed at home, too worried to go to the
arena to see him put his life on the line.  It was probably the one match I
should have gone to see.  In the second period he was able to force his
opponent to tap out.  When he arrived home that evening he only had one
bruise, it was under his right arm where he had been unable to avoid the
top of a foot.  That evening was one of the most tender in our history,
although one of the times he fucked me he bucked and humped like his dog,
howling in triumph.