by Randy Dragon
Email: hornyfiredragon@googlemail.com
The three entered the building and went to a door with the sign board "Competitor's Gym". The teens guided their swaying prey to one of the benches and dropped the drunken wrestler on his back. He just chuckled happily, while his boots were taken off revealing his bare feet.
Howie grabbed one of the ankles and lifted the heavy-muscled leg. He looked skeptically.
"Do it!" Don was urging, while he struggled to peel the skin-tight T-shirt from the muscle-packed shoulders.
"I am sorry, I … I can't ... it's ... it's ... smelly", Howie was desperate.
"Oh come on, don't be such a sissy. If you need to, so clean him up. Alcohol is a good disinfectant." Donald urged impatiently.
"Where do I find alcohol in that place?" Howie wailed.
Don rolled his eyes and pointed at the six-packs. Howie's face lit up. He opened one can and poured the beer over Ramon's left foot. Still reluctantly he took the big toe into his mouth. Don was watching in fascination.
"... aaaand? How does it taste?" Don asked.
"Mmmhh ... not t-oo bad." Howie eagerly licked the beer and played the flexing toes with his tongue. Ramon chuckled louder and tried to pull his foot away in order to avoid the ticklish sensation.
"N-n-no ... tickles," he giggled.
Donald opened another can and poured the luke-warm beer over the topless Ramon, starting at the pecs and ending at the hard six-pack-abs.
"Que coo pasa? Wh-hadzz ... dzziss" the wrestler slurred.
"Relax, man." Donald replied and started to rub the beer into Ramon's skin. Embracing Ramon's head with his thighs, he bent forward and cleared the little puddle that had formed in the hunk's bellybutton.
Ramon chuckled again, but he did not push him away. Slowly Don worked his way up across Ramon's six-pack, leaned forward and nibbled boldly at the protruding man tits.
"Aaahhhhh ... me he perdido ... oooohhh", lustful moans escaped from Ramon's lips while his body arched.
Donald continued his massage by kneading the heavy pecs and – having discovered that Ramon responded so well - squeezed the hard nipples between his thumb and index finger. Meanwhile Howie had soaked both feet with beer. Ramon had willingly lifted his legs and enjoyed Howie's tongue playing with his toes.
"See, it works!" Donald grinned and pointed at Ramon's groin. The skintight leather was stretched tight across the outline of the massive bulge that had developed in front of Ramon's lap.
The Latino's head lolled from side to side. With eyes rolling and lascivious groans forming in the depth of his throat, he was caught in the erotic stimulations. Donald pulled a small white and blue box from his pocket and took two blue rounded-diamond-shaped pills.
Ramon hardly reacted when the pills were shoved between his lips. Don fetched a beer can, deftly pinched the Mexican’s nose and emptied the last gulp inside the gaping mouth. A short cough and the drug was swallowed.
"Viagra, to keep him primed for the whole night", Don commented with a mischievous grin. " ... I think it's time to examine this male's reproductive system, don't you think, mate?"
The two teens peeled the tight pants from the legs of the semi-conscious hunk, leaving him clad only in his scanty bikini thong. The fat cock strained against the fabric, obviously longing to be freed. Howie boldly lifted the calves onto his shoulders. He playfully slapped the ass and when it lifted, he pulled the skimpy fabric down the thighs and over the ankles letting the legs drop right and left of the bench.
"I'll keep it as a souvenir," he claimed his trophy.
The stripped wrestler lay flat on his back on the bench. He was drunk as a skunk and didn't even realize that his sexy underwear had found a new owner.
"The chick will be here any time," he heard Don whispering into his ear. "Get ready stud, don't disappoint her. She wants your hard prick, fucker, she needs it badly." Don quoted from his brother’s booklet.
He pulled Ramon's wrists across his chest. Fingers started playing with nipples, while the spread legs resting on heels on both sides of the bench spread a little further apart. His scimitar-like curved man-tool rose in all its glory rock-hard from the nest of curly black hair that sat on a clean-shaved nut sac. The hefty shaft was wrapped in a huge amount of caramel brown foreskin that usually covered all the mushroom-shaped head. However, now with the hunk in a state of arousal, the completely retracted foreskin was stretched to its limits and the pecker was throbbing slowly in the rhythm of his heartbeat.
"Uuuhhh .... sííííí … delicioso," he moaned while he continued to stimulate himself. His hand traveled down and seized the pulsing shaft.
"Hurry up, quick get the cam." Don urged his friend. He couldn't get his eyes off the gorgeous hunk who was turning himself on.
Howie took the camcorder from his bag and aimed at the moaning wrestler.
Ramon was slowly stroking his dick. When he pulled the foreskin down, the slit on the tip of the dark-red mushroom head opened, as if it wanted to gasp for air. With each upward stroke a drop of clear fluid was released that quickly formed a thin gooey string connecting to his six-pack abs.
"Awesome!" Don whispered and pointed at the blue vein protruding alongside the meaty shaft.
"Look at these packed balls, there is plenty of juice for the project." Howie added happily.
First indications showed that the butch body prepared to switch into fucking mode. The hunky wrestler was breathing heavily. His groin was itching. He was barely aware of the two teens and didn't register the camera which was recording him, working himself into a sexual frenzy. Deep in his horny, intoxicated mind he knew that something was wrong, but the sensations from his fingers twisting his erect nipple and the hand traveling up and down his cock were overwhelmingly exciting and excruciating delightful.
Howie went for a close-up of the contorted face. A mistake!
Ramon looked irritated at the teen in his school uniform and at the camera lens with the blinking red dot signaling the recording function.
"Wh-what t-the fuck ...?" Ramon was suddenly sobering up. Partly waking from the Tequila induced stupor, he reluctantly stopped stroking his baby maker.
"What's going on? Hey, stop that you pervert maricon..." he tried to lunge at the shocked Howie.
At that moment he felt something wet engulfing his sensitive dick head. Don was down on his knees and closed his lips over the purple pole.
Ramon still struggling with the mind numbing combination of sexual arousal and dizziness started an attempt to push Don's head away, when Don grabbed the hunk's nut sac with a firm grip.
Ramon froze and when Don rolled the warm, sweaty balls in the palm of his hand a wave of reignited arousal swept through his body forcing him to slump back on the bench.
"Fuuuuck, noooo ... shit, that feels gooood, mierda, yeahh!" he grunted while his head lolled back.
Don released the throbbing dick from his mouth and grinned at Howie, who watched with open mouth: "Now watch this."
"Wait I need to fix this ..." Howie mounted the camcorder on a tripod," we need to keep this all as evidence for the findings."
Don put the tip of his finger at the broad upper side of the cock head and bent the resisting meat-roll down between Ramon's legs. Wanting to know what was going on, the drowsy Latino raised his head. Don released his finger and the swollen dick snapped back up, slapping against the chiseled washboard abs, making Ramon sink back with another guttural grunt. Don repeated the trick several times and finally Howie agreed to try it as well. Again and again the throbbing dick snapped back and forth getting even harder until it stayed extended to its full 11-inch size. Howie fixed the pulsing organ over the wrestler's six-pack.
"Wow it reaches higher than his belly button," he said in honest admiration.
Ramon moaned and writhed in frustration and again he managed to wriggle himself from his stupor. His body rose again into a half-sitting position. Don tried to push him down, but now the hunk was resisting.
"N-nno, let me ..." he growled angrily.
"Suck his dick, we have to keep him turned on," Don urged his friend.
"I can't. He is cuming!" Howie protested.
"What, so fast?" Don asked in disbelief. He had hoped the muscular athlete would have more stamina.
"See", Howie pinched the dick head between thumb and index finger and squeezed until some glistening drops appeared again in the piss slit.
"Uuuuurgh! Shiiiiit!" Ramon hollered, collapsing back on the bench with his back arching in lust.
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