Date: Wed, 19 Dec 2007 01:10:25 -0500
From: keybedder@aol.com
Subject: Weekend Warriors

WEEKEND WARRIORS by K. Nitsua. Copyright 2007 by the author.

He thought he'd never get away from work that afternoon, but at last he was
out the door, in his car, and heading down the road away from the city. Ron
Wilcox breathed a sigh of relief. He was good at his job, and he and
everyone else knew it. The bad part about that was that other people
assumed he'd be there round the clock to bail them out when they got into
trouble. The looks he'd gotten when he'd announced he was heading out early
for the weekend, as if he were leaving them all in the lurch on purpose.

Well, they could deal. He was free at last, and badly needed to get rid of
this pent-up stress. Spending some time with his buddy Wade was just the
way to do it. It had been so hard to arrange this afternoon. He still
couldn't really believe they had pulled it off. A smile of anticipation
rose to Ron's lips and he drove a little faster.

It was a long way out to Wade's place, a good hour's drive. The scenery
changed from access roads, fast-food joints and strip malls to grassy
ranchland dotted with a few houses. Fences ran along the road and there
were occasional cattle grazing. Ron began to relax. He thought of the
encounter that lay ahead and his cock twitched in his pants. He reminded
himself not to get too worked up too soon. They had all afternoon.

He turned off the main highway onto a narrow county road, then turned
again. He slowed down and watched the gates on the right carefully. He
hadn't been out here all that often and didn't remember too clearly where
the place was.

He shouldn't have worried. There Wade was, standing at the gate to his
ranch, waving frantically, the big, goofy grin Ron knew well by now on his
face. He came running to the driver's side window as he brought his car to
a halt.

"Hello, hello," Wade said when Ron rolled the window down, panting with
excitement. He almost always sounded out of breath. "Thanks so much for
coming on out." He stuck out a rough hand.

"Don't mention it, buddy," Ron answered, shaking it, as always feeling
charmed and embarrassed by Wade's obvious delight at seeing him. "Glad I
could make it."

"I've been waiting out here just in case you didn't remember where the
place was. Let me open the gate and get you on in here."

He rolled the car just inside the gate and let Wade in. They drove slowly,
bumping and jouncing along a dirt track choked with weeds. This was his
friend's second piece of property, inherited from his family. Once it had
been a working ranch, but Wade had long since stopped keeping it up. He was
holding on to it until the property grew valuable enough to sell to
developers, he had told Ron, but this was so far out in the countryside it
would be a long time before that happened.

"Got everything ready for you, buddy," Wade said, clapping him on the
shoulder. "Mats are out. Gatorade in the cooler if we get thirsty."

"Bet we will. It's hot today."

"Sure is. Good day to strip down and get some exercise, eh?" Wade grinned
and his eyes glinted. Ron nodded, his mouth dry with excitement.

A few minutes more of bone-jarring driving and the mobile home loomed into
view, old and decrepit. It stood next to a small stand of trees, a disused
stock pond some distance away. Ron stopped the car as close as he could and
they got out.

They stepped through waist-high grass around to the other side. A set of
rickety wooden steps led up to the door. In front of them was the square
padded mat, bright blue against the grass, regulation size.

"You got that thing out yourself? I could have helped you."

"Didn't have anything else to do. Besides, you're my guest." Wade looked at
Ron, a slight smile on his face. "You ready?"

Ron shrugged, trying to stay casual, though his heart was pounding and he
could feel his cock straining against the confines of the elastic pouch
under his dress slacks.

"No time like the present."

Wade had already bent and pulled off his shoes. He stripped rapidly down,
almost flinging off his work shirt and jeans onto the steps. His uniform
today was a pair of bright red Speedos, his favorite gear. He had a bit of
a belly, but otherwise was in fine shape, his biceps and pectorals bulging,
his chest and stomach covered with dark blond hair.

Ron's body in contrast was smooth, his muscles built through gym workouts
rather than hard labor. He undressed more carefully-he didn't want to mess
up his office outfit. He left his shoes neatly lined up near the wrestling
mat, socks balled up inside. He hung his shirt on a nearby branch, then
unbuckled his belt and stepped out of his trousers. A warm breeze rustled
through the trees. It felt good on his bare butt. He was wearing what he
always wore for their bouts, a black Safe-T-Gard jockstrap. He heard Wade
whistle behind him.

"Looking good, pretty boy," he said, as Ron hung his pants next to his
shirt and turned to face his opponent.

Ron snorted. "Who you calling pretty?"

Wade crouched in his opening stance, his tongue darting playfully
out. "You. Ready to get your ass whupped, pretty boy?"

"We'll see about that." Ron lunged forward and grabbed the back of Wade's
neck. They struggled locked together for a few moments, neither gaining the
advantage. Ron thought he saw an opening and tried to hook his leg between
Wade's. He let out an "oomph!" of surprise as his opponent somehow turned
the tables and took him down instead.

They rolled on the mat, every muscle in their taut bodies visible, grunting
and shouting in their struggle for dominance. Ron felt Wade's hard cock
pressed against his thigh through the nylon. He was enjoying this as much
as he was. He looked at his friend grinning above him, felt his hot breath
on his face.

"Give?" Wade asked.

"Fuck you!" With a supreme effort Ron broke Wade's hold and they went at it
some more. Despite everything, though, his opponent managed to pin him a
few moments later. They broke apart and sat on the mat, panting. Wade
grasped his shoulder.

"Good round. You're getting better, buddy."

"Glad you noticed. I'll win the next one."

Wade snorted in mock contempt. "You and who else? You ready to get beat
again?"

"As soon as you lose those panties and fight like a man."

Wade's eyes shone. "You got yourself a deal." He stood, peeled off his
Speedos and tossed them aside. His thick, uncut cock hung in front of his
pendulous balls, framed by a thick pubic bush that blended into the hair on
his body higher up. Ron stared, unaware that he was licking his lips.

"You too, Junior," Wade commanded. Ron obeyed, staring into his opponent's
eyes as he got up and slipped off his jockstrap. His circumcised cock was
long, but not quite as thick as Wade's. Now that it was free it slanted out
from his crotch at an angle, conical head darkening.

Wade came up to him, smiling. Ron was puzzled until he felt a big, rough
paw grab his organ.

"Lookit here. Half hard already," his friend said, his hand moving.

"Quit it. Only the winner gets to do that."

"So?" Wade mocked him, continuing to stroke. "What's your point?"

Ron stepped back, freeing himself, then slapped Wade's hand away,
hard. "Ow!" Wade protested. "That hurt."

"Try it again and see how much more it hurts."

Wade's eyes flashed, real anger mixed with his good humor. "You threatening
me?" He bent and made another feint at Ron's privates. This time Ron
grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm upward. With a roar Wade freed
himself, rushed in and encircled his waist with arms of steel, trying to
lift him. Ron fought to stay upright, then changed tactics and fell
backward, taking Wade to the mat.  He quickly rolled on top of his
opponent, but Wade was faster, getting on his stomach before Ron could pin
him. Still, he had the advantage. He ground his hips into Wade's butt,
dry-humping him with his by now fully hard cock.

"I like this position," he said into Wade's ear. Wade didn't bother to
answer, but suddenly jerked to his knees, trying to roll out and
escape. Ron got an arm around his neck in a half nelson. In the blink of an
eye he had turned Wade onto his back and pushed his shoulders to the mat.

"Shit!"

Ron grinned down at Wade, panting, enjoying his victory. "You look good on
the bottom." He bent and gave him a quick kiss. As Ron started to raise his
head, Wade grabbed the back of his neck and forced him down again. Their
lips and tongues ground and clashed together.

"Fuck you're hot," Ron panted when they finally broke apart. He could have
abandoned the match right then, but Wade shook his head.

"Not yet. Two out of three, buddy."

"Okay," Ron grumbled good-naturedly. His muscles were already aching from
the unaccustomed effort. "You country folk just don't quit, do you?"

"Uh-uh. Up on your feet, yuppie boy. You'll get what's coming to you soon
enough."

They separated and rose, more slowly this time, both their cocks swollen
semi-hard in anticipation. Ron brushed his tousled hair from his eyes and
focused on his opponent. Wade nodded. "Submission style this time,
boy. Fight to the finish. Tap out if you can't take any more."

They came at and grabbed hold of each other once again. Their muscular arms
encircled each other in a tight embrace. Sweat dripped off their glistening
bodies, dappled by the afternoon sun filtering through the branches above
their heads. They were two naked gladiators fighting for the prize.

Wade had a death grip around Ron's waist, and to his dismay Ron felt
himself being lifted into the air. With a cry of triumph Wade dropped him
to the mat. Ron scrambled to recover, but his adversary was too
quick. Steely hard legs wrapped themselves around his neck and began to
squeeze. Ron emitted a choked gurgle as he tried to break the leg
scissors. He grabbed at Wade's thighs, then tried to get an arm between
himself and his opponent's limb but failed. Dizziness washed over him as
the pressure against his windpipe cut off his oxygen supply. With the last
of his strength he tapped out against the mat. The viselike grip around his
neck relaxed and he collapsed face down, drawing air in great gulping
breaths.

"Had enough?" he heard Wade say. Ron nodded, still unable to speak. Strong
hands grabbed him underneath his shoulders, pulling him upright and turning
him around. He looked into Wade's eyes, now deeper and darker with a new
emotion.

"You're mine now, boy," Wade whispered to him before he clamped his mouth
onto his. He broke away and stood, his cock inches away from Ron's face,
fully erect, moist purple head free of its foreskin. Ron rose to his knees
and conceded defeat. He grasped Wade's thighs and took him into his
mouth. Rough hands gripped his head as Wade thrust his hips forward.

"That's good. Suck it."

Ron slid eagerly back and forth on the hard shaft, gagging a little as it
bumped the back of his throat. He ran his tongue around the sensitive area
just beneath the crown, lapping up Wade's salty juices. His own cock jutted
stiffly in front of him, aching for its own release. He let Wade's cock go
for a moment and let it trail on his cheek, wetting it, as he cast his gaze
upward. Wade smiled down at him, his face framed with his hair glowing
golden from the afternoon sun.

"Down your throat or up your ass?" he said.

Ron smiled. "Both."

Wade laughed. "Don't know if I can manage that." His voice thickened with
lust. "I love your cute little butt. Get in position while I get the
stuff."

Ron obediently went to his knees, his arms extended straight down to the
mat. He cast a glance over his shoulder as Wade went up the steps into the
mobile home. He admired the broad v-shape of Wade's torso, the muscled
shoulders and powerful arms. Without meaning to he found himself thinking
about the first time they had met.

He had assumed Wade would be like the others who had answered his online
personal ad, interested in wrestling only as a pretext for sex. Ron had
tried and failed for a long time to find another man who knew real
wrestling, the kind he had excelled at in college.

He had liked Wade's rough good looks and courtly manner from the very first
time they had talked in the rancher's modest living room. Afterward Wade
had driven him out here to this overgrown, deserted property and gotten Ron
to help drag the regulation mat out from the ancient mobile home. Ron knew
then that Wade was as serious about grappling as he was.

There had been sex that first time and every time since then, not nearly
often enough for either of them. But that never came until after some
serious competition. Ron didn't mind losing today--he had won in the past
and would in the future. The thought of what was about to happen made his
knees tremble.

Wade emerged just then, holding a well-used tube in his hand, nothing
else. Ron couldn't remember when they had decided to swap sperm as well as
holds. It had cemented the growing bond and trust between them, to raise
the stakes like that. He had driven back to the city more than once with
his ass clamped shut, trying not to let Wade's cum leak out and stain his
dress pants. He'd returned the favor a couple of times too.

Wade's grin was mischievous as he dropped to the mat by Ron, one hand
already spreading gel onto his dick, making it glisten.

"Eyes front," he commanded. Ron looked away, letting out a small gasp as he
felt Wade's fingers penetrate him with more lube.

"Skooch up a little," Wade said. Ron obeyed. He felt his buddy's hot breath
on the back of his neck, the blunt head of the thick cock pressing against
his greasy hole. Suddenly Wade's arms pinned Ron's hands to the mat as his
buddy shoved his cock through his tight ring and all the way in with one
huge thrust. Ron raised his head and screamed as pain knifed through him.

"Bastard!" He struggled to escape. Wade handled him easily, chuckling with
sadistic glee as he tightened his grip. His right hand grabbed the back of
Ron's neck and forced his head to the mat.

"Just relax and it'll get better, I promise," he said in Ron's ear.

"Fuck you." Ron was almost crying with the shock of Wade's brutal
entry-he'd promised not to be so rough this time. Rage battled with
humiliation as he realized that his cock was betraying him-it was jutting
out hard as steel beneath his subjugated body. Almost against his will the
pain began to recede. He took in air in great gulps, willing his body to
accept the invader.

Above him Wade relaxed his grip as he sensed Ron yield. The pole of flesh
violating him withdrew slowly, then plunged in hard, then again. Soon Ron
was struggling to keep his grip as Wade drilled him from behind. Moans of
pleasure rose from his throat, partly muffled by the mat into which his
face and chest were pressed.

He felt his conqueror reach underneath and grab his cock without breaking
the rhythm of his fucking. Wade chuckled in satisfaction. "You're liking
this," he observed. In another moment he pulled out and pushed on Ron's
side. "Flip over."

As soon as Ron was on his back Wade grabbed his ankles, bending him double
to expose his now relaxed and gaping asshole. His cock went in without any
trouble and his pubic bone began to thud against Ron's butt, making his
cock and balls shake. Soon Wade's thrusts increased to a frantic pace, his
cock almost vibrating in Ron's hole. His eyes squeezed shut and his teeth
gritted in a snarl of lust.

"Fuckin' take my load man! Ah...ah....Aaaah!" A shout of triumph rose from
Wade's throat as he went over the edge, his cock coming to life and pumping
spurt after spurt of its warm seed into Ron's bowel. "Oh fuck!"

Wade threw his head back, letting loose a shower of sweat droplets onto
Ron's chest, his mouth open in a soundless scream. He stayed in this spasm
of ecstasy for what seemed like minutes before he dropped his head, chest
heaving as he gasped for air.

Then he opened his eyes and grinned at Ron. "Your turn, buddy." He grabbed
Ron's cock and began to jack it, quick and hard. Ron's eyes closed and his
panting gasps turned first into grunts, then shouts of joy. Just as he
started to cum Wade shoved his knees forward, tilting Ron's pelvis
upward. He aimed the spurting rod he held in his hand directly at Ron's
face. Pearly white gobs rained onto his buddy's hair, ran down his chiseled
features and into his open mouth. By the time Ron opened his eyes his face
was a gummy mess, his five o'clock shadow clotted with congealing spunk.

His cock still buried in Ron's ass, Wade lowered his face toward his
buddy's. He cleaned cum off of Ron's face with his tongue and fed it to him
in languid, sticky kisses. Finally they were finished. Wade pulled out and
let Ron stretch his legs. They lay on the mat, their bodies limp and
relaxed, still loosely tangled together. The summer breeze cooled their
overheated skin, dried the sweat and cum.

Wade raised his head. "Damn, it sure is hot."

"How about some of that Gatorade?"

"You bet. I'll go get it out of the cooler. You stay right here," Wade
said, patting Ron's chest as he rose stiffly to his feet.

"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere," Ron said, smiling. At the moment he
didn't care if he ever went anywhere again. The city, his job, in fact his
whole life, all seemed a million miles away, just where he wanted them to
be.

He turned his face up to the afternoon sky. He had been stripped naked, had
his ass whupped and been fucked within an inch of his life. The weekend was
off to a great start.

END