Stevie's blog

We both lay on the old dirty linoleum floor gasping for air, exhausted. Blood, sweat and pre-cum cover our dirty nude bodies. This erotic wrestling match for top has been going on for a long time, almost an hour now. We have not taken any breaks but there are times we just get still, locked in each others tight grips and holds as we try to recover. Then as if on cue, the struggle continues.

This battle is a grudge match, winner determined by the one who can penetrate the loser. It is basically a {removed} fight. I want to beat and humiliate him and he desires to do the same to me as we punished our long lean naked bodies. Our cocks are being abused, scratched, twisted and pulled. Hair and nipples are being yanked without mercy. We both are moaning and uttering threats, curses, and insults at each other as we struggle for the dominant position. So far it's pretty even as both of us are about the same age and have the same stats. 6 feet tall, 170 pounds, tanned and toned. We are both strong but beginning to fade. The strongest one will prevail.

I am so tired but I must press on. He seems to be weakening as we roll around on the ugly floor in the basement of this old house. The place has not been lived in for years but it still has electricity as evidence by the cobweb covered single hanging dim light bulb. There are dead bugs and trash on the filthy floor as we roll around trying to establish some kind of position on each other. I can smell old urine in certain spots as we grapple.

Suddenly I have him on his back as we simultaneous squeeze each other in a bear hug. His long tanned legs wrap around my waist as I lay on top of him. We have both been in this position before during this skirmish but this time he seems winded. I try to pull my knees up and and lift his body off the floor. I am weary as well and it takes all my strength to lift him off the ground and then slam him down again. We both grunt and curse as I do this several times. My knees are bleeding as I bring him down again, his head and back hitting hard. His legs release and I quickly labor to bring them up over my shoulders. His bare legs and feet are up over shoulders now, exposing his ass. He groans as I pin his shoulders against the grimy floor, too weak and hurt to put up much of a struggle.

I feel relieved as I finally have him in this dominate, humiliating position. It's been such a long and intense fight, my resources are spent as I prepare to penetrate his hole. But something is wrong, my cock has lost much of it's erection from the struggle. I try to go inside him but it only bends. It also hurts because it's been bruised and battered during the contest. We both attacked each others cocks, hoping to wound and cause the other to be impotent, just in case we were in a vulnerable position like this.

I began to move my hips, rubbing my flaccid penis against his smooth hole and ass, trying to stimulate my weapon to get hard enough to finish him off. He soon figured out what I was trying to do and even though he was weak, he uttered more insults at me and my battle weary cock. Soon I could feel my cock getting harder but as I did he began to struggle beneath me. He got his dirty barefeet on my face and around my neck and started to choke me, I reached up to pull them away. We fought in this position for several more minutes and I was successful in pulling them away but lost my balance and he rolled me over on my side. We quickly fought for top position as our arms and legs tangled in a flurry, our slick bodies clashing for control. But while on his back earlier the rest did him well. He seemed to have renewed strength and mine was now gone.

I now find myself under him as he pins me to the soiled floor. At first I wrap my legs around him and try to hold on but i'm too tired. I push up on his chin to try and roll him off. He struggles but is able to maintain. He puts his hands around my throat and I do the same to him. It's obvious I am too weak from this long fight and I stop the mutual attack and try to pry his hands away from my windpipe. I begin to get light headed as I fight for air. We grunt and curse each other as I begin to gasp for air.

I must have blacked out for a moment as I find myself in the same exact position I had my foe in earlier. My legs and feet are dangling above his shoulders as i'm pinned to the floor. My ass is up, my hole exposed. I smell old urine as I look up at him. I see the old light bulb hanging above us, and the old wooden rafters from which it is anchored. My rival is breathing heavy as he tries to regain his strength again. I struggle to get him off me, trying the same move as he had earlier with legs and feet but I can't seem to get to his face or neck. He is able to keep my feet away. I can feel his cock trying to get inside me. It is hard but not hard enough to penetrate. The battle has affected his cock and hopefully the damage I did to it earlier served it's purpose. I was able to open up his {removed} with my nail. I know he is in pain as he tries to force his cockhead into me. He curses as I fight back by tightening my hole.

It's been a long time as we stay in this precarious position. My back is hurting and my legs are beginning to cramp being up over his shoulders. I struggle in vain as i can't escape. His cock is still trying to force it's way into my hole. I try desperately to keep it tight but I feel his cock break through in his last push. Ugghh, we both groan, his cock is rock hard but obviously hurting from the wounds inflicted in it. My hole hurts as well, probably because of the lack of lubrication and also when he fingered me earlier in this vicious encounter, digging his nails into my vulnerable hole. Slowly I feel his hard cock slip inside of me as I try to resist. I curse and spit at him but most of the spit just goes back on my face. Now that the head of his cock has gotten in and he is not in as much pain, but I am. We both begin to moan, but for different reasons.

I am spent, my body is almost limp and weak, beaten from our intense sexfight for dominance. He is battle weary too but continues to fuck me. The room is strangely quiet. I can hear our breathing mixed with sounds of his cock being slowly pumped in my ass. I can feel the moisture of the floor on my back. It is wet from sweat and blood. I can feel the grittiness of the dirt under me as well. I still can smell the stench of urine mixed with our manhood scents and who knows what else. My flaccid cock is bleeding from previous attacks earlier in our fight. It is also leaking precum. The fluids mix and run up my chest to my neck. My legs are numb from being high above for so long. I can barely wiggle my feet and toes above him. It seems like he has been fucking me for an hour but in reality it has only been 15 minutes now. His breathing increases as he begins to moan louder. There is nothing I can do except wish it was over. A stream of cum begins to flow from my battered penis. My ass is on fire. With increased thrusting he makes a loud groan and releases his load inside of me. I can actually feel his cock throb and his seed go deep inside me as he finally drains his load.

We lay motionless in the same position. I try to push him off but still cannot. His cock stays deep inside of me. I curse him as he spits in my face. Finally after a few more minutes he begins to slowly pull out. My ass continues to burn as I moan in agony. My legs go down, very numb, my back aches. His cock is still hard but red. The tip of it bleeds. I can feel a puddle of blood beneath me. We both lay on the floor side by side trying to gather some kind of energy to move. I want to get away as soon as possible but i'm so sore, so tired. He begins to slowly stand over me. He holds his wounded cock and is silent. I soon realize he is trying to release a stream of urine on me. He is cursing as he struggles to let it go. I begin to crawl away but he follows and soon is able to {removed}. His hot stream is weak at first but eventually gets stronger. He soaks my head and body, it seems like he goes on for several minutes. Finally he is done.

I don't know when he leaves but he takes my clothes with him. It is summertime in Arizona so i'm not cold but I leave this old house naked and wounded, physically as well as emotionally. I hate him and can only hope to get revenge.