Parking Lot - Part Three: Greased Wrestling

It looks like Dominator is ready to finish this. He releases the abdominal claw and lies across Jack’s chest for the pin. The referee counts one...two... Oh good lord! Come on, now. Dominator let up on him. He wants to punish him some more. He’s savagely beating poor Lumber Jack across the chest with his forearms. Somebody’s got to stop this.

Now what the hell is he doing? He’s straddling Jack’s hips. It looks like he taking Jack’s big hard dick and sticking it in his asshole. Somebody help this poor man. Look at him, lying totally helpless on the mat, while this maniac degrades him in front of his adoring fans. Dominator is forcing this beaten down man to fuck him right here in front of everybody. Now he’s got his fingers clawing into poor Jack’s belly again. He’s using his victim as leverage, so he can ride up and down on that big hard cock. Look at Jack arching his back and puffing up his powerful chest. There’s nothing he can do to stop this humiliating degradation - this unholy torture. Listen to him moaning in agony.

Now what’s he doing? He’s putting his hands on the man’s chest and - no it can’t be - I don’t believe this. He’s attacking Lumber Jack’s nipples with the dreaded titty twister. How much more punishment can this man take? Listen to him groaning from the agonizing humiliation. Jack is looking up over his chest to watch this sadist torture his defenseless titties. Look at Dominator bouncing up and down like he’s riding some sort of big dicked stallion. 

Jack’s letting out one manly groan after another. The poor man has been beaten to a pulp. He’s nearly lifeless, but Dominator is still not satisfied. He continues to degrade this magnificent man, ruthlessly abusing his powerful, throbbing penis. For some reason Jack is curling his toes. He seems to be going into convulsions. Could it be? YES, YES. Jack is shooting a huge load of cum into Dominator’s ass. Look at this glorious man writhe and flex his powerful muscles, as he drills that giant pole into his opponent. How long can he shoot? He’s still flexing and Dominator’s still riding him. Will the abuse of this defeated man ever end? Jesus friggin’ Christ, this must be the biggest load of sperm ever produced by mankind. What an incredible display of masculinity and strength.

When will The Dominator stop riding him? Hasn’t he tortured this man enough already? It looks like that’s about it. Lumber Jack is totally spent. He’s just lying there with his arms and legs flat on the mat, his chest and belly heaving. The match has got to end soon. This poor man has taken all the punishment he can handle. The Dominator will now pin him for sure.”

Gary brought us back to reality. “Stay there, Kenny. Keep me inside you.”

He reached up with his right hand and stroked my greased up cock. His own penis was getting spongy, but when his hand touched my dick, I could feel him inside me returning to full erection. I revisited everything that had just happened.

I recalled how when I had lifted him to an upright position to attack him with gut punches, he had slightly pulled his arms back and flexed his stomach muscles, as though someone was holding his arms. Breath heavy groans of “ooghs” and “ughs” accented the fake punishment he was taking. 

When I punched him in the sternum, he slowly fell backwards, crashing to the floor on his back and spread eagle, posing for me in a posture of surrender. Planting my knee into the pit of the stomach, Gary remained spread eagle, as though all strength had left him and his body was now defenseless. 

The response he gave me when I applied the abdominal claw was like heaven. He kept his ankles and wrists flat on the mat, but arched his back and raised up his rib cage. His fingers and toes twitched from the imaginary agony inflicted upon him. I could feel the powerful muscles in his belly tense up, as I cruelly ground my fingers into him. And the most stimulating part is that this wasn’t really fake. I slowly increased the pressure just to see how much he really would take, and he never did stop me. He just extended his lower jaw and struck a pose of incredible manly defiance, all the while groaning with masculine gutteral grunts of agony, turning his head “no” when I told him to submit.

Then I pinned him, my chest laid across his. Again he remained stretched out and defenseless, and I pressed down as hard as I could, relishing in the tips of his hardened nipples poking into me. Of course, the fake count reached two and I lifted off of him, not wanting the match to end. I loved the way he flexed his powerful pectoral muscles and puffed up his chest to receive the forearm smashes I gave him. After I finished pounding his chest and knelt beside him, I absorbed the masculine beauty stretched out before me. He laid there prone and defenseless, turning his head side to side with eyes closed, pitifully begging me to stop, “No, please, no more.”

I glared at his penis. It laid flat on his stretched belly, stronger and more powerful than could possibly be. Each heartbeat caused his cock to bounce up off the belly, only to return with the mushroom slamming into his rock hard muscles to stimulate him even more. Every second or so, the helpless man would contract and cause his dick to stand nearly two inches above his belly, as though it were looking for a hole - any kind of warm, wet hole - to bury it’s face into. He would hold that magnificent cock suspended for several seconds, then drop it back down to slam against his flattened belly and bounce again from the contact. All the while, his chest was heaving and occasionally flexing, as he pretended to be stretched helplessly upon the floor. 

I straddled his hips with each of my knees on either side. Gary now dared me to continue his punishment. “Go ahead, do your worst. I will never give up, you bastard.”

Grabbing the last can of grease, I re-lubricated my anus and for the second time in twelve hours, that incredible organ was inside my asshole. To think that for twenty years no one had been allowed near my anus, and now this guy had penetrated me twice in one day. Even I was amazed at how easily I took him as deep as he could go. I needed to reapply the abdominal claw so I could work him up and down, while also twisting and turning on him, just as he had done for himself in the locker room, stirring that coffee. I knew this is what he liked, and when I heard him groaning manly gutteral expressions of defiance, the muscles inside me convulsed and savagely squeezed his throbbing unit. 

He continued to pretend his wrists were hopelessly strapped to the floor, as he flexed his chest, arched the back and jutted out his lower jaw in a posture of masculine defiance and strength. What he said only furthered my excitement. “I’ll never submit. Beat me all you want, you sick fuck!”

So I perpetrated upon him the most humiliating of attacks - the titty twister. This took him to the edge and beyond. Sweat covered his face and head, which he turned side to side in uncontrolled pleasure. I could even see the hair of his arm pits, already matted with axle grease, becoming totally drenched with manly perspiration. His hips began to thrust upwards in unison with my buttocks coming downwards. The ignition had been turned and our finely tuned engine purred once more. Two entities became one to produce yet another incredible display of masculine power and ecstasy.

Manly groans accentuated the huge explosion of hot cum into my rectum. Did I stop or slow down? Hell, no! I increased the tempo of my up and down worship, bouncing on his powerful, contracting pole like a child on a trampoline. And his poor nipples continued to receive my merciless twisting, taking him to the most incredible orgasm I have ever been a part of. I refused to stop any of it until his body could take no more, which I was expecting any minute, but this incredible man continued to flex his muscles, arch his back and contract wads of sperm into me far longer than any man should be able. I could feel warm gobs of cum flooding my rectum, until I thought the manly fluid would come up into my throat.

My anal worship would continue for untold minutes. I don’t know where his mind was during this orgasm, but it must have been some place revisited from his youth, because he shot again and again like he had just discovered the magic of masturbation. How I kept from touching my own dick I’ll never know. Watching him give this incredible performance, the duration and magnitude, caused gooey streams of pre-cum to drip from my dick onto his belly. One touch would have caused me to shoot a wad through the wall of the room. Fortunately, my hands were still busy stimulating his nipples, as I continued to squeeze and bounce on his helpless penis.

Then the magnificent exhibition of masculine power was over. This spent man finally collapsed and the contractions were no more. My play by play had told him that I was now going to pin him and end the match, and this is where he interrupted and told me to keep his dick inside so he could jack me off. 

The bad news is that Gary only got to work on my wanger for about seven strokes before I shot cum all over him. My first explosion landed right in the middle of his chest. Subsequent spurts dotted him from the end of his rib cage, onto his stomach and belly, finally forming a pool into his belly button.

Then silence. Only breathing was heard, as we both absorbed the heavenly heights of pleasure we had just experienced. Both of us had our eyes closed, not wanting to leave the utopia we were in, but slowly, we returned to earth. 

Gary began to chuckle. “That was quick.”

I opened my eyes and gazed down at him, still lying spread eagle before me. “I’ve been waiting since you got here. I guess I was ready.”

“Holy shit, Kenny. My plan worked pretty good. Don’t you think?”

“Yeah, man. That was hot. Your dick’s still kinda hard. You wanna go again?”

“No. Let’s just lie here awhile. Ok?”

“I’ve got a better idea.” I lifted myself off of him and my asshole went “pop” when his mushroom returned to daylight. I grabbed a towel and wiped off the cum from his torso and the grease from my feet, then headed for the bathroom to release his incredible volume of sperm. 

When I returned to him, I took charge. “Roll over.”

“Uh, what have you got in mind?”

Sure, I felt like fucking him. In fact, between the axle grease smeared everywhere and the physical contact we’d just had, I felt like some crazed savage, lusting to shoot wads of cum from here to Timbuktu. But I knew he didn’t want that, and if he didn’t want it, neither did I. My top priority still was to make him a happy man, just like he asked me to do on our first night together. 

“Not what you think. You’re all greased up, so I thought I’d give you a rub down.”

He was ready for this. The poor guy had worked at double speed two nights in a row, just so we could have more time together. Now I was going to soothe him. He rolled onto his belly and rested the wrists parallel with his head, while I proceeded to massage those glistening, chiseled muscles. I started out with a light touch, but slowly increased pressure with my fingers running up and down his back. The axle grease allowed me to easily dig in deep and slide across his skin. 

I clawed my fingertips into his trapezoids and I could feel the tension slowly fade away. I pinched the muscles in his neck and heard him sigh a “mmm” of satisfaction. It took a lot of effort to get those hard working muscles to calm down, and I wore myself out doing it, but this to me was just as important as the sex. I knew this was a pleasure unknown to the man for countless years. Day after day for 22 years he had worked like a dog and, other than monetary, had received absolutely no rewards for his efforts. I felt like this man deserved even more than I could give him, but I was going to make sure that when we were together, I’d give him everything I had.

I completed his back and shoulders, continuing on to the buttocks and below. Not a word was spoken, as I finished working on him where I had started nearly three hours earlier - his feet. After I had slightly bent back his toes and massaged those strong arches and the balls of his feet with my thumb, I wrapped a finger around each toe, one at a time, and gave them a loving squeeze. Then I released him.

This beautiful man laid motionless before me, the only movement coming from his breathing. I wondered if he was asleep, but soon I saw him open his eyes and turn up the corners of his mouth in a pleasured smile. After several seconds, I broke the silence. “How do you feel now?”

Gary rolled over onto his back. “Come up here.”

I crawled up to him. As he bent the right arm and put the hand under his head, he tapped on his chest with the left hand, before locking it together with his right hand and forming a pillow for himself. “Lay your head right there.”

With my head on his chest, I draped my right arm over his stomach and waited. “You want me to rub down this side?”

“No. Let’s just rest awhile.”

I moved my head up towards his stretched open arm pit and buried my hand in the fur on his chest. Now I could see the profile of his face, as he gazed to the ceiling with a look of complete relaxation. I definitely had satisfied him today.

“Damn, Kenny. Do you treat everyone who comes along this good?”

“Only if they deserve it.” There was a long pause of silence. He began to smile, so I threw in another compliment. “You’re the first guy I’ve known that’s deserved it.”

“I don’t know what I’m going to do about you.”

“What’s there to do? I’ve got no attachments.”

“Must be nice.”

“Well, I’m just lucky I guess.”

I remained silent, hoping he might give me a little more information about his world. It seemed the perfect opportunity for him to open up to me, but as minutes passed, I let it go. “So, as long as you can fit me in, I can’t think of a better way to spend my free time.”

Gary reached over with his left hand and ruffled my already tousled hair. “I’m sure I can fit you in all right.”

And that was enough for me. We laid there and enjoyed the comfortable silence for nearly an hour. He drifted in and out of sleep every now and then, while I took pleasure in admiring his mighty chest, ruggedly handsome profile and manly snoring.

Gary decided when it was time to move forward. “Guess we better get cleaned up.” 

I got him a towel, washcloth and an extra bar of soap, then waited while he showered. I didn’t want to join him, because I knew I’d start something all over again. While I lathered away my axle grease, Gary rolled up our “wrestling mat” and stuffed the whole mess into the plastic sack, taking it with him when he left my apartment. It was only 8:00 pm and I wondered where he was going to kill three hours before work. He declined my invitation to go somewhere to eat, so I let him go. This was probably a good idea, because I doubt that we could have been comfortable together in public anyway. 

As for me, I grabbed a bite to eat from my kitchen and went back to sleep. Two hours did me good, because after my night watchman job ended, the new week would begin. Monday morning at 7:00 am would once more see me off-loading brand new vehicles for the railroad. And just to be consistent, I somehow managed to find time to jack it before clocking in at 11:00 pm. You know, sometimes a guy just has to keep a rigid schedule.

End of Part 3 ...