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I’d been anticipating the oil match for months, since I planned the trip to Canada. MadeInCanada (MIC) and I oil wrestled a few years before, and I was sure that this match would be even hotter. Earlier in the day we had a great match in my hotel room, but the main event was to oil each other up and see who would cum first.

After laying out the mats we both stripped out of our shoes, shirts, shorts and bikini briefs - we were naked, standing barefoot toe-to-toe, cock-to-cock. MIC poured some vegetable oil on my back and chest, handed me the plastic jug and began rubbing the oil over my body. I did the same to him, placing the jug on a nearby stack of papers.

My hands moved over his shoulders and to his back, rubbing the oil all the way down to his ass, with a couple of my fingers lubing his crack. MIC did the same to me, while kissing me on the lips, neck and ear. Our hands moved to one another’s chest, then down to the waist and finally our cocks and balls. I picked up the jug to get another palm full of oil to liberally apply more to MIC’s cock, and poured some into his palm to do me. We took turns kneeling down to rub the oil that was dripping down our legs onto our quads, calves and feet.

Both of us were now all boned up as we grinned at each other, locking arms to engage in the struggle. My foot slipped out from under me, but as we were locked together we both fell to the mat.

Oil wrestling is a lot of fun since you end up slipping and sliding over one another. No one can usually apply a hold for very long, since it’s relatively easy to escape. The best strategy is to get your body behind your opponent in a rear naked choke hold while wrapping your legs around his waist which gives you the most leverage. I did just that to MIC, taking my free hand to rub his ass, using my middle finger to feel his hole. I could tell he liked the sensation as he stopped struggling for a moment and let out a sigh.

I removed my finger from his ass and wanked his cock. I felt his body tense as my palm moved over his greased cock and my fingers lightly tickled his oiled up balls. MIC’s cock was getting much harder when he fiercely struggled free of me. I fell face first on the mat. As I tried to get up my hands and feet slipped on the mat again causing me to fall forward giving MIC the opportunity to jump my back. He did just that.

Now it was his turn. MIC wrapped his left arm around my neck while his right hand massaged my ass. I knew what was coming. I felt his finger deep up my tight hole. At first it hurt a little, but then as I relaxed and he got deeper I felt my cock grow. He had me wrapped up with his legs as I had him just a minute ago, and then he started to nibble on my ear.

My weak spot.

I felt myself melting again. Shit! That’s when MIC moved his hand from my ass to my front and started to wank my greased up cock good. I realized I wouldn’t last long so struggled to get free. I got to my knees as he got to his.

We were both breathing heavy facing each other. We locked arms again, our heads pressing against one another’s shoulder. I reached down between MIC’s legs and picked him up, flipping him down on the mat. “OOOOOOFFF!” he exhaled, kicking and struggling. I tried to apply a cradle but his slick body proved elusive. The mats were as slippery as we were. It was crazy slipping and sliding all over the place.

“Fucker! I’m gonna show you whose the better wrestler!” He said.

“Bring it!” I answered diving at him again.

I landed on his chest as he fell on his back. I flipped him over and straddled him in an attempt to apply a crab but lost my balance, as the soles of my feet were just too slick to hold MIC in place as he thrashed about to get loose. Then it was my turn on my back with MIC sprawled out across me. He was working my lubed cock and balls good while I took a moment to get my breath back.

“Mmmmmmmmmm” I squirmed feeling my cock swell to a rock hard state. I felt his palm slide up and down my shaft and then over the top of my knob every third or fourth stroke. My toes curled as my legs tightened.

“Fuuuuuuccccckkkkkk!” I gasped.

“Give it up!” MIC yelled. “I feel your precum leaking Brian!” I felt his fingers massage my balls to well me up more.

I had to get away. I mustered all my energy to buck MIC off me. He went flying allowing me to tackle him from behind and go to work. I had him in a leg scissors with access to his package. I worked him really hard again.

“You like that bitch, don’t you!” I taunted.

His eyes were closed which was a good sign, except he was wiggling out of my hold. He formed a sly smile when he opened his eyes, escaping my hold. We were both on our knees again.

We kept at it for another good 20 minutes applying hold after hold to one another, stroking each other’s cocks to keep each other hard. Eventually though we’d slip out of one another’s hold. We were both getting a little tired – and we weren’t as slippery as the oil had rubbed off some.

“Hold on,” MIC said, walking on his knees over to the jug. “Let’s put on a little more oil.” He was hard as a rock as was I. We poured oil onto each other’s chest, our hands quickly going to one another’s cocks and balls, this time more aggressively working each other.

“AAAAAAAUUUGGGHHHHHH” I exhaled

“RRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHH” MIC groaned.

He leaned against me and I fell backwards. MIC crawled up my chest putting his hands over my nose and mouth so it became difficult to breathe. I shook my head to one side and the other to get some fresh air but had trouble. I felt like I was going out.

Suddenly MIC flipped positions so he was 69ing me, but wrapped my head into a fig4 scissors. His legs pressed my face into his ass, so I tried to rim him best I could. I squirmed under him as he sucked and wanked my super hard-on. I felt myself welling up again when he stuck his finger in my hole while wanking me.

That was it. My cock hit the point of no return.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” my body convulsed as I sprayed my man juice all over the mat.

“Good match, stud!” MIC said, milking the last drops out of me as I continued to squirm from the sensations.

"Fucker! You got me again." I croaked, recovering from my orgasm.

MIC just smiled at me.

A few minutes later MIC would enforce the stakes we agreed to. It was a hell of a match. One of these days I hope to get him. But today wouldn’t be it.

I had asked him to wear one of his sexy Speedos for our next match, which was months in the making, as madeincanada (MIC) lives in Toronto—a place that I don’t often frequent. He arrived at my hotel room, we embraced, after which he stripped down to a fucking hot blue N2N pouch low-rise bikini with a half net/mesh back exposing his tight little left butt cheek. His member hung nicely in the pouch, begging me to fondle it before we got down to business.

My dick grew inside of my aussiebum royal blue bikini brief as we groped and kissed. His fingers lightly cupped and worked my balls while I alternated between brushing my fingers across his nylon-clad cock and using the heel of my palm to apply more pressure. I also cupped his balls through the nylon. MIC groaned as he grew harder, and I felt my heart rate and respiration increase.

In the middle of a deep kiss I pushed him down onto the bed in an attempt to mount him, believing that surprise would help my cause. While I outweigh MIC by a good 30 pounds, he has always been able to melt and consequently dominate me in our wrestling matches. MIC’s wrestling skills are superb, but that hasn’t deterred me. I know that I should be able to dominate him as I’m a good athlete while not a great wrestler, but my muscle and weight advantage have always instilled unfounded confidence when I’m against him.

But he somehow knows how to get the better of me.

As quickly as I jumped on him he somehow reversed me. Finding myself mounted and on my back I knew that this wasn’t a great start. Our plan was to wrestle back and forth for a time in the hotel before going to MIC’s place where we would have the main event—an oil match—first to cum loses.

His hands locked down my wrists, his weight pressing down on me, immobilizing me—at least temporarily. “You’re in a familiar position I see jobber,” MIC taunted. I struggled to reverse, but his surprising strength kept me pinned on the mattress.

“On the mats you’ll have a tougher time with me stud,” I cautioned. “I’m sunk into this mattress so it’s hard to reverse you.”

“Always an excuse for you jobber,” MIC replied, lowering his face next to mine. I knew what was coming next, as he kissed my neck and ear, his tongue tickling and exploring me. Goose bumps formed on my skin as I audibly gasped.

Shit! I thought. I was melting again.

He kept me down like that for what seemed like an eternity. I was mounted, with his hips grinding me in numerous attempts to grapevine my legs as I struggled to resist. Our nylon-clad dicks jousting felt great to both of us, as we were hard as rocks. Suddenly I found myself schoolboy pinned. MIC reached back, aggressively working my package with one hand while he pulled his hard cock out of his N2N, stuffing it into my mouth.

“Suck THAT jobber!” MIC chortled, clearly enjoying his command. Having no choice I took his cock between my lips, at the same time feeling myself well up, my balls growing hard, starting to pull back into my body. His back arched and he exhaled as I ran my tongue under his knob.

I attempted a reverse by lifting my hips and legs in an attempt to get my feet around his head and pull him down off me. He dodged my feet. That’s when he decided to teach me a lesson. BAM! I got gut punched!

“OOOOOOOF” I grunted in pain, tensing my abs and pulling my knees up to shield myself from another round. MIC pushed my knees out of the way and hit me again. Then again. I kept trying to guard myself with my knees only to have him push them out of the way and punch me again. “UUUUGGGHHHH,” “UUUUNNNHHHHHH” “OOOOOF” I struggled. MIC wasn’t hitting me too hard that it killed, but hard enough that I got the message.

“You have enough?” He asked.

“Fuck….” I replied. He climbed off me, letting me up.

“I’ll give you another chance,” he said. I didn’t really want it that way, feeling humiliated.

I nonetheless rose to my knees on the mattress. MIC had this shit eating grin on his face that I desperately wanted to wipe off. We were both still hard. “Let’s change into other gear,” MIC said, grabbing his backpack. He threw out a Stars and Stripes thong for me to wear while he put on a Canadian maple leaf Speedo. MIC is an unabashed Canadian national, proud of his nationality. He loves to abuse his American counterparts.

Shaking my head, I slipped out of my Aussiebum and put on the thong while MIC stepped into his red, grey and white Canadian national Speedo. Adjusting my package, MIC stepped behind me, running his hands on my bare ass cheeks. “You’ve always had a nice ass!” he said, then suddenly pushed me forward onto the bed, mounting my back, putting me in a full nelson before I knew it.

“FUCKER!” I yelled. I thought we were going to do more back and forth in the hotel—it turned out it was ending up more of a kick Brian’s ass in the hotel warm up to the oil match to come.

MIC just laughed at me in response, grinding his package into my ass. Then he started with the neck and ear kissing again. My dick was welled up. I soooo wanted to cum. I was able to roll out from under him though, and get him in a headlock. I torqued him as he wrapped his arms around my midsection. He tried to squeeze me in a sort-of bear hug but it had no effect.

I was really squeezing his skull hard though. Finally I was inflicting some damage on him. “You give?” I asked, continuing the squeeze.

No response.

He was wiggling, and I was trying to hang onto him but our bodies were slick from sweat. Damn! He escaped my hold.

We were back on our knees, locking our fingers of each hand together. That’s when MIC pulled me forward, a trick I fell for the last time we wrestled, so it frustrated me when I fell for it again! As I lurched forward landing on my stomach MIC quickly mounted my back, pulling off my thong in one move, and pulling his off as Speedo well.

He torqued my left arm behind my back, causing me to howl in pain. Just as I was considering how to get out of this mess, he wrapped his right arm around my throat, pressing his flesh into my neck. I was going to go out so I tapped. “I GIVE! I GIVE!”

He released me and threw me down on the mattress. I was still on my stomach. “Get on all fours!" MIC barked. I did as told. With both hands he spread my cheeks apart and spit into my hole. He started to rim me.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuccccckkkkkk” I gasped.

He had also reached around me and was working my dick hard. The rimming continued for quite some time. I was his. I didn’t care what was going to happen anymore. He stuck his middle finger into my tight hole, feeling around, trying to get it to relax and expand some. “Like that fucker?” MIC asked.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm” I groaned. From my all fours position he rolled me over, straddling my face in a 69 position. He stuck his dick into my mouth again, while he took mine in his. “OOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” was all I could mumble. He got me super hard then started to alternate sucking and wanking me. He was going in for the kill.

I felt my balls tighten. MIC must have noticed that too as his fingers lightly tickled their undersides. He pressed into the flesh between my balls and my ass. I was welling up for a huge explosion. Meanwhile his cock was growing in my mouth.

He started wanking me forming an “okay” sign with his index finger and thumb, quickly stroking me right under my knob. When I would get a little dry he’d wet me up good by sucking me for a minute then go back to wanking. I was slowly squirming from the sensations. It wouldn’t be long now.

“You are my bitch fucker” MIC proclaimed, continuing the stroking.

I couldn’t suck him anymore as I was breathing too heavy. “AAAAAAAAAANNNNNHHHHHHHHHH” I groaned releasing a huge load.

“YEAH THAT’S IT!” MIC said, rubbing my juices into my abs and torso. I let out a huge groan from my climax.

MIC was now sitting on my face, wanking himself. His short staccato breathing made it evident that he was close as well.

Exhausted, I grabbed his right foot, massaging his sole. I could feel his body shudder as he neared his own climax. “AAAAHHHHHHHHHH” he yelled as he shot all over my torso. It must have been a huge load by the way it felt. He rubbed his jizz in with mine across my body.

He slowly changed positions so now in a schoolboy pin on me again, his knees next to my ears. Smiling broadly He took his wet, deflating cock and stroked it across my face. I grimaced as his jizz dripped over my eyes, nose and mouth.

MIC collapsed down on me, his face next to mine. It felt good to have his hot sweaty body on top of mine, our deflating, wet, sticky packages in contact with one another.

“So you wanna head over to my place for the real action?” MIC asked, smiling.

“Man do I want this oil match with you! You’re gonna get yours when we do this” I said.

“You’re my fucking jobber and will stay that way…” MIC replied….

Via text messages we engaged in some serious trash talk and figured we were pretty compatible. We had similar stats, interests and were both horny for a sub/erotic match. The accusations and self-serving predictions of victory were going back and forth, each of us drooling for the match.

Mike had mats, he informed me, and invited me to his home. While I was driving to his place however, is when this match got REALLY interesting.

A text message buzzed my phone. I pulled into a parking lot to read it. As I did, my cock started inflating:

"When you get to my house the front door will be open. I'm going to be in a back room. Turn to your left - you will find my master bedroom. A towel and a bottle of water will be on the bed. Help yourself. Get changed into your Speedo. Then come out into the living room where you'll find the mats. Text me 'Ready' and I'm going to come out a minute after I receive your text. No chit chat. No small talk. We just get right to it. We will have time to talk after."

Dusk faded into the dark of night by the time I pulled into Mike's driveway. I sat in my car for a minute, re-reading his instructions, the white/blue light from my iPhone's screen the only illumination. The whole idea of these instructions to open the match was totally hot - but I felt a little nervous. After all, I never met this guy before and had no idea what he was really like. Should I do this?

I had read his recommendations on Meetfighters. He seemed like a great guy from what everyone said. I was convincing myself it was safe. Sure, I decided, this was gonna be fun! I grabbed my gear bag, exited the car and headed towards his front door.

The door was unlocked, just as he said. Upon entering I gently shut the door, but it made enough noise that I'm sure he knew I was in his house. A single lamp in the dining/living room dimly illuminated the area around his two blue mats that were Velcroed together, and looking left I could see the master bedroom he described, so I entered it, turning on a light as I did so. As promised, a neatly folded white towel and cold water bottle were on the crisply made king size bed. A framed photo of Mike and who I guessed was his very hot muscular boyfriend sat on a nightstand.

I emptied the contents of my gear bag onto the bed, searching through my brightly colored assortment of speedos, singlets and thongs for my royal blue aussiebum Speedo, which Mike had previously requested that I wear. He had texted a preference for it since that's what I am wearing in my Meetfighters profile photo and he said I looked hot in it.

I kicked off my flip flops, slipped out of my T-shirt, shorts and calvin klein bikini briefs, and stepped into the blue aussiebum, tying the drawstring. While stuffing the rest of my gear back into the bag I glanced into the mirror on his dresser to make sure my package was adjusted properly as I was already somewhat boned up due to the anticipation. I noticed a small wet spot of precum was already evident. Damn!

I took a deep breath, slowly exhaling my nervous energy as I walked out into the living/dining room. Mike had moved the table and chairs up against a wall, leaving room for the mats. In middle of the table two tubes of lube, one silicon based and the other water based, lay in a large decorative bowl. I stepped onto the apparently new mats, my bare feet feeling good on them. I texted him from my phone - "Ready!", afterwards placing the phone on the table.

I anxiously rocked my weight from my right to left foot and back again as I waited for him to enter from the back of the house, flexing my toes into the soft mat. Waiting for Mike seemed to take an eternity, as the quiet of the house eerily played on my nerves. I believe this was the atmosphere he hoped for.

I heard the creak of a door from the back of the house and faint footsteps. It was finally about to begin!!! My heart raced at the approaching sound of his bare feet on tile. From out of the dark kitchen a figure emerged - I finally saw him. He looked just like his profile picture - bald, muscular, and had on a sexy navy blue pouch speedo with aqua piping. I noticed that he was slightly taller than me when he stepped onto the mat.

We were now toe to toe. Looking directly into his eyes I confidently grinned at him but he returned a determined scowl! He looked serious!!!!

SHIT!

He lunged at me. We locked up our arms - his triceps felt powerful - each of us pawing for the other guy's head - trying to grab the back of it and force it down. We were both somewhat successful as we fell to the mat together, grunting and breathing hard.

"This is hot as hell!" I thought to myself. We were already getting sweaty. I rolled on top of him in an attempt to mount him and get the first sub. This was gonna be one hell of a match...

I defeated Bill the last time we wrestled, and did not let him forget it. Every chat. Every telephone call. Anytime we were together, I brought it up. He tried to take it all calmly.

But I knew. I had him going. Just as I like it. I love to trash talk.

The last time I rubbed a victory in, he really handed me my ass in our next match. I was hoping for a different outcome this time.

So when he threw me down on the hotel room mattress and mounted me for the third time in this match without me so much as having a single sub against him, I knew that I was in trouble. Not that he dominated me in three straight falls, it was how easy he did it. I’m a muscular, strong guy, and he man-handled me as if I were a twink. In the two previous falls he had scissored me into submission and bear hugged the life out of me.

Each time I was subbed under our special first-to-cum loses match rules I had to let him put me in the hold of his choice while he sucked, massaged and wanked my package for several minutes. Then after the allotted time we would begin wrestling again. After enduring each work over my will to fight would fade. My cock was throbbing and all it wanted to do was shoot a big load.

This third fall he threw me down on the mattress yet again, wrapped his legs around my right leg, immobilizing me while he put all of his weight on my torso. With his free hand he massaged the outside of my Speedo. It was all I could do not to shut my eyes and just relax.

I was squirming under him in my now very sweaty shiny black pouch Speedo, him in his camouflage pouch Speedo, grinding his cock into mine. I tried to arch my back to get him off me, but to no avail. While I was trying to escape, Bill quickly slithered his arm under my shoulder, grabbing my hand before I could extend it, then with the other arm he locked me in, torqueing my shoulder . I had no choice.

“I GIVE!” I yelled in frustration for the third time this match.

An evil grin formed on his face, his nose inches from mine. He hadn’t released my shoulder. I was still resisting, and boy did it hurt.

“LET UP!” This time more agitated, I barked.

He released me to the point where it didn’t hurt that much, but still had my shoulder torqued, and I remained immobilized. Just the way he apparently wanted me.

“What is this Brian? Three?” he mocked.

I didn’t answer him. He was still slowly grinding his cock against mine. It felt good but I didn’t want to let on.

“Three times…” he continued. “To your – NONE?!”

I squirmed some more but to no avail. If I struggled too much he just applied more pressure to my shoulder which made me stop.

Holding me in the same position, he got close and kissed my neck. Then my ear, slipping his tongue around the outside of it, then into it. I felt my man juices rising up from my balls and into my cock. He squeezed the outside of my Speedo with his free hand. I slowly kicked my bare feet – sliding them down the mattress and spreading my toes – not because I thought it would help – just because I felt the need to adjust my body.

“I see we have some precum…” he said, now fully releasing my shoulder. He reached into my Speedo, pulling out my cock, and sucked it for a few seconds. With one hand he slowly and lightly ran the tips of his fingers around my six pack, then down my Speedo to where he would cup my balls and give a gentle rub or two. I twitched from the sensations.

“You need to start the timer.” I demanded.

“You’re in no position to demand ANYTHING, Brian.” Bill replied, climbing off me. I laid on the mattress prone for my third workover which is a certain loss in a first to cum loses match. I knew I was a goner. It was just a matter of how I was going to lose now. It felt like just a few wanks would send me into an orgasmic cum explosion.

But Bill had other ideas.

He squatted next to the bed. I lifted my head up, still lying down waiting for my punishment, “What are you doing?”

He emerged grinning, holding a strap to tie me down with.

“Oh SHIT! No way!” I exclaimed.

“Why not?” Bill chuckled. “I won the sub, and I can do what I want.” He tied my left ankle down, pulling the knot secure. He tickled my toes causing me to laugh and squirm. With a firmly tied down ankle I couldn't escape. I felt my cock grow harder.

“FUCK!”

“Oh, this is going to be FUN!” Bill laughed as he pulled down my Speedo causing my hard on to bounce against my stomach. He then proceeded to tightly secure my right ankle, after which he then forcefully tied each of my wrists to the bedposts above my head.

I was stretched out like a star-fish, barely able to move. “Shouldn’t the timer had started?”

“There’s no more timer, Brian!” Bill explained. “You’re mine now.”

“I didn’t surrender by giving you the soles of my feet!” I protested. When either of us felt like we couldn’t go on any longer and wrestle another fall we would rub the soles of our feet on our opponent’s leg.

“You are near the point of no return.” Bill said, as I shook my head. “Don’t deny it - just look at your cock standing at full attention! Anyhow, this is it.” He climbed on top of me, 69 style. The restraints tugged at my wrists and ankles. I was completely immobilized. This was really hot. Our sweaty bodies stuck together as he put my head in a figure 4 hold between his legs. My nose pressed up against his Speedo-clad ass made me feel all the more helpless since I couldn't use my hands to push him away to give me some breathing room.

He squirted some lube onto his fingers and went right for my hole, using his other hand to massage my balls while he wrapped his lips around my member. I felt a quick little orgasm, but not a gusher. It was a pre-orgasm. Bill must have felt it too because he interrupted the sucking to briefly release my head so I could see him turn to face me with a grin before going right back to the torture. I was totally at his mercy, and he definitely wasn't going to show any to me. Every hot button of mine that he knew of he pushed.

“OH GOD!” I exhaled between quick shuddering breaths. It wouldn’t be long. Both of us knew it. I squirmed but couldn’t really move with the restraints. The whole scene made me feel delirious with physical pleasure.

Bill paused to remind me of our stakes. “You cocky son-of-a-bitch,” he said as lovingly as those words can be said, leaning down to kiss me on the lips. “I am going to have so much fun drilling you when you shoot – but not until after I give you a cum kiss.”

That was it. My body quaked in anticipation. Bill went back to sucking me and working my balls. I tried to squirm around but was held mostly in place by the restraints. Then I felt the tremors start – I was quickly reaching the point of no return!!!

I let out a primal howl - something from deep inside of me - “AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHH” while convulsing under Bill's body, futilely pulling at my restraints. My whole body quaked. The orgasm pulsed up in waves from my toes all the way up through my balls and out my cock. It was one of those great feelings where you just seem to keep exploding more and more cum. Bill took the huge load into his mouth.

He kept milking me until it tickle-hurt like all get out – which was even worse because I couldn’t move to get away! He just kept wanking causing me to bellow "STOP PLEASE! OH PLEASE STOP!!!" The last time he did this to me I pulled my knees up into a fetal position to protect myself but here the tight restraints left me prone and vulnerable. Thankfully after what seemed like a full minute of milking me past my orgasm he let go.

The humiliation, however wasn't over. As is his modus operandi – he pivoted and leaned in for the big kiss. His tongue reached deep into my throat, depositing all of the cum I just shot. I struggled and gurgled from it, eventually swallowing my own load. I was utterly and completely disgraced as was his plan all along.

Still tied down on the mattress, I was breathing heavily trying to recover. Sweat was pouring off me from the entire ordeal.

“I’m going to untie you – but only long enough to flip you on your stomach,” Bill instructed through his satisfied grin. “then I’m going to tie you up again until I unload into you.”

My body spent, I could only offer token resistance as Bill flipped me over, securing the straps on my ankles and wrists. Now my bubble butt's crevice was exposed. He left enough slack for me to pull my knees under my torso to give him a good angle to insert himself. My wrists remained tightly bound, my arms outstretched over my head, leaving me in a yoga-like position on the bed.

I heard him squirt lube onto his fingers and I audibly gasped as he generously applied it to my waiting orifice, lube dripping from my ass. I heard the fwap fwap fwap of him wanking himself harder and then the unmistakeable sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open. Moments later I felt his wrapped cock lightly graze my ass then playfully stab the back of my nuts. He moved his hard on up and down my crack, teasing me. For good measure he slapped my ass several times, laughing while he did it.

“Get ready Brian, mmmmmmmmmmmm" Bill moaned in anticipation of his winning stakes. His breathing became shallow as his hands spread my cheeks open and I felt the pressure of his firm manhood begin its journey into me.