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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.