This above all: To thine own self be true, for it must follow as dost the night the day, that canst not be false to any man." Shakespeare (Hamlet)
Each relationship, unique unto itself, must find its way and become what it will. We all make the journey. Enjoy this story of Steve and Alejandro (sounds like Alehandro -- Spanish). Though the theme of wrestling will be a key component in the early chapters and a continuing theme, the story is about relationships and being true to oneself.
Please do not distribute to other sites without permission of the author. Comments can be sent to firehosejoe@yahoo.com
From the previous chapter:
"Let's plan on a light lunch, my friend. That way we can take our time in becoming better acquainted and not be overly full when we wrestle. Again, I assure you, if either of us chooses not to pursue this further, I will bid you a good afternoon and hope that you will enjoy the hospitality of the hotel."
"I'm Ok with this, Alejandro. Really I am. So what do I need to do? Do I just check in at the hotel and go to my room and wait?"
"Yes, all you need do is announce yourself. They will be expecting you. The manager will be alerted and will show you to your room. Any refreshment you desire, all meals, all gratuities will be billed to my account. Take time to rest from your drive and I will plan to meet you in the dining room at, say, 1 p.m. Will that be acceptable?"
"Alejandro, I almost can't believe I'm going to do this but I am. Look for me tomorrow and I'll bring my own Speedo.
To Thine Own Self Be True Chapter Two
Steve didn't sleep well. Tossing and turning through the night, dreaming about a muscular older man, he wrestled through many dreams as he twisted the covers on his bed grinding his hard cock against the sheets and mattress.
Finally the alarm sounded and he smacked it, sat up and with feet on the floor finished waking up. He'd do a short run today, saving his energy for what he hoped would be a marathon wrestling match lasting into the night. Slipping into his runners and shorts he tossed on a T and enjoyed the cool morning air on his skin.
Finishing in just under twelve minutes he was back in his shower letting the tepid water cool his muscles and letting his dick rise on its own as he anticipated the day. Taking soap in hand, he scrubbed and after doing `parts and places' (a phrase from early childhood) he let his hands drift over his pecs with particular attention paid to the rigid nubs on his nipples. Running his soapy hand between his legs, he pulled at his heavy ball sac, rolling his nuts gently knowing to do more would lead to, well^Å he didn't want to waist a load against the shower tile. Drying off, he considered what he should take. Alejandro sounded so cultured, so secure in manner and speech.
Steve defaulted to dress casual comfort. Khakis and an Izod, with his Docksiders would be appropriate for a casual lunch. Along with his shaving gear and some briefs and another pullover, he grabbed a sport coat just in case he had to dine at the hotel. He was going to take Alejandro at his word that all would be cared for.
At ten o'clock he hit the road. Wanting to savor the moment, he took the scenic route down State Rt. 5 past the plantations along the James River. His cock stirred as if in anticipation. Never fully hard, it remained pleasantly swollen against the crotch of his pants. Passing Williamsburg he hit I64 and made his way to Norfolk.
Arriving a bit early, he walked around Waterside, enjoying the play of sunlight on the water. The heat of the day, magnified by the humidity, increased the swelling of his cock. He caught a few people giving him more than a second look -- both men and women. Returning their gaze with a smile and a wink he felt on top of the world.
Arriving promptly at noon, he approached the desk at the Sheraton.
"Mr. Daniels?" the clerk queried?
"Yes, I'm Steve Daniels."
"Welcome to the Sheraton Waterside. Excuse me a moment and I'll get the manager. He's expecting you."
Wow, this is the royal treatment, thought Steve. Moments later the manager came to the desk, greeted him and asked if there was luggage? Traveling light with a change of underwear and his suit in a gym bag Steve said no. Following the manager, they went to the concierge floor where Steve was shown to a small suite.
With mouth somewhat agape, he thanked the manager and fumbled with his wallet to give him a tip. Smiling and shaking his head, the manager reminded him that he was both a guest of Mr. Algara and the Sheraton.
Steve stood stock still for a moment looking at the back of the closed door, letting it all sink in. This wasn't a dream. It was really happening.
He went to the bathroom, took a leak, washed his hands and face and returned to the water front windows taking in the view. Laughing out loud, he fell backward on the bed, bounced and sat up grinning like a kid who got his wish on Christmas morning. Flipping through the channels looking at nothing really, Steve kept his eye on his watch just waiting for time to pass.
Finally at ten of one, he went to the bathroom. Checking his appearance once more in the mirror, he grabbed his tooth brush and cleaned his teeth. Gathering both his nerve and hotel key card he closed the door behind him. Pressing the elevator button he realized that the stairs would give him a few minutes to collect himself. Down five flights, he pulled the door open to a hall way opening on to the lobby.
With heart racing and a flutter in his stomach he had never felt, he approached the dining room. Giving his name to the hostess she gestured toward a window banquette as he saw a dark, swarthy, handsome man stand and walk toward him.
Alejandro walked toward him in a powerful stride, showing his powerful shoulders that tapered to a thin waist making Steve's breath quicken. The thick, black hair showed some silver only at the temples. His face was dark with beard even though clean shaven. Alejandro's deep dimple hid in the shadow of his chin. Steve never heard anything else the hostess said.
Alejandro was dressed casually; a silk-looking print shirt was cut low enough for Steve to see the forest of hair that stopped at the shaving line on his neck. His trousers, unlike poly-cotton khakis moved with sensuous grace as he approached. Steve caught himself looking at the crotch area for a hint of what might be hiding -- or better, might be wanting to get out. GET CONTROL Steve thought, jerking his face up and meeting Alejandro's smile with his own.
"Stephen! I am so very glad you came. Here, I've taken the liberty of choosing a table and ordering some hors d'oeuvres" Alejandro said as he shook Steve's hand and showed him to the table. Following Alejandro to the table, Steve couldn't miss the powerful looking mounds of flesh just below Alejandro's belt.
They stopped at the table before they sat down. Each man looked the other in the eye with an appraising yet challenging look and simultaneously they smiled.
Alejandro made suggestions from the menu and from specials of the day and ordered for both of them. Their lunch conversation took the typical turns of travel, weather and interests outside of work. Steve was curious that Alejandro never mentioned any kind of job specifically. With a Spanish background and subtle color to the accent of his speech, Steve expected he was in banking or some kind of import business. It didn't matter. By the minute Steve was losing any inhibition he had experienced considering the trip. Grinning to himself, Steve relaxed and looked forward to messing around with the handsome man sitting across from him.
Alejandro focused the conversation on Steve in the most natural way. Steve found himself willing to talk about his childhood, his love of wrestling, his years in college and the team he now coached. Still careful not to divulge any defining information, Steve continued to relax. He felt safe, really safe, to talk freely for the first time about his life, his passions, his hopes and plans in a context other than as a straight white guy.
Luncheon dishes were cleared and relaxed, they sat. Alejandro smiled at his guest.
"You are comfortable, am I right?"
"More than I imagined possible." answered Steve.
"So what shall we do now? Perhaps walk the waterfront, take a ride on the ferry to Hampton? What would please you my young friend?"
Steve looked at Alejandro and swallowed hard. "Can we go to your home," and in a softer voice he added, "and wrestle?"
"Yes, my young friend. We can."
Taking Alejandro's car they drove, making turns that seemed to constantly lead to the water. Finally they arrived at a pillared drive, lined with Live Oaks. Turning into a circular drive, Steve saw a home that was modest yet elegant. It was situated on a large double or triple lot giving privacy to the owner and his guests.
"Welcome, my young friend!" Alejandro said softly. "Come, let us go in."
The door opened to reveal a simple but elegantly appointed home. The open floor plan gave way to a glass wall that focused on the pool and entertaining area at the rear. Original art hung on every wall. Furnishings were obviously carefully selected and likely antiques. As his eyes took in the generous living space a man entered from what Steve guessed was the kitchen.
"Good afternoon, Alejandro."
A man, solidly built with the same thick black hair entered the room. His accent, also Spanish, was more pronounced than Alejandro's. His swarthy good looks, and smooth grace as he walked gave evidence of a man comfortable in his own skin and sure of his competence. Somehow he seemed a bit younger than Alejandro but Steve couldn't be sure. What Steve was certain about was the fact that this man seemed equally in charge of the house. He wondered fleetingly if they were partners.
It was, Guillermo Sanchez, Alejandro's majordomo. Steve would soon learn that Sanchez (as everyone called him who knew him and loved him) was the body guard, chauffeur, often cook, sometimes yardman but most importantly the overseer of the house and Alejandro's life in general if not in particular.
"Sanchez, please greet, Stephen Daniels?"
"Welcome, Mr. Daniels."
"Thank you." Steve replied, trying to find a new footing in this environment.
"Alejandro, before I leave is there anything you need?"
"No, thanks Sanchez. Not at the moment, but perhaps later."
"OK, just call if you do. Oh, there is a message for you beside the phone."
With that, Sanchez left the room through a door in the glass wall and walked to a building at the rear.
Alejandro explained, "Sanchez is my friend and employee. He lives in the building to the rear and actually has the best view of the water from the property. He attends to most of my needs in caring for the house, my travel, and is both chef and chauffer. Over the years he has become indispensable. Now make yourself at home. Can I get you anything?"
"No thank you." Steve said as he looked around.
"If you will give me a moment." Alejandro walked across the room. Steve watched the animal grace of the man. His muscles glided beneath the material of his clothing. Alejandro lifted the message and unconsciously extended his other arm and rested his hand against the nearby door frame. Steve could see the cords of muscle in his forearm obscured by the thick hair. As the short sleeve slipped down, the contour of the bottom of his bicep appeared. The hand was veined and had long fingers. Steve could only imagine being in the grip of those hands and arms. He felt his cock pulse and wave of heat in his chest.
Leaning over the small desk, Alejandro wrote something on the note. With his back bent Steve could see the packed muscle at the upper back and shoulders as Alejandro's back curved.
Finishing the note and turning, Alejandro saw Steve staring. Instead of his typical sunny smile, Alejandro returned the stare and felt the heat begin to build in his loins. He felt his balls draw up a bit and his cock swell in his boxers as it pulsed in desire.
Not a word was spoken. The desire both felt was plain on their faces. Steve unconsciously bit at his lower lip and his breath became short little gasps. His heart raced with anticipation and unbridled lust as he looked at Alejandro. His eyes wandered across Alejandro's chest and body. How many times had he boned up looking at muscular older men, coaches, teachers, men with whom he could only imagine wrestling, feeling their power, their muscled hairy bodies rubbing against his own?
Alejandro drank in the youthful virility that faced him. He had long ago given up on meeting someone so young with no agenda attached who shared his passion for erotic wrestling. He'd tried hiring young men from various agencies when traveling and was only left with a sense of dirt and disgust. The gossip mill ensured that the young hunks that chatted him up at the numerous foundation events he attended were thinking about his money more than him.
He allowed his eyes to rake over Steve. His square jaw and strong features revealed the detail of an athlete in its contours. Rope-like trapezoid muscles at the base of his neck were wedges of power. The broad square muscular shoulders tapered to a flat thin waist that promised ribbed abdominals. Alejandro smiled at the obvious bulge pushing out from Steve's crotch. Slowly he let his gaze draw back up Steve's body and met Steve's eyes.
They stood for a moment before Alejandro began to walk slowly toward Steve. He could feel his penis swaying in his shorts, could feel the heat in his chest and the tension in his gut. He wanted this man.
Steve took a step toward Alejandro and quietly said, "I want to wrestle with you, Alejandro. I've wanted to do that since before we finished talking last night. I've dreamt of it, thought of it the whole day."
Alejandro silently drank in the power radiating from this young lion. He swallowed, lest his voice catch in his throat constricted with desire.
Quietly he said, "Yes, we will wrestle. I have a place nearby that will suit our needs. Come."
They walked through the pool area and down a stone path to a door. Pushing it open, Alejandro let Steve pass through. Lighted with diffused glass windows Steve saw a fully appointed room with showers, changing areas and collegiate wrestling mats. There was a small area to the side where chairs were arranged around two small tables. He took it all in and looked at his host and smiled.
"So whadda we do next."
Alejandro motioned toward a semi-walled dressing alcove. Steve stepped around the corner and saw stained wood niches with hooks, small drawers at the base of each. On a wall between the niches was a place for padded hangers -- he imagined for dress clothes. The turned to face Alejandro with a questioning look and was met with a smile -- a different smile.
All during lunch and their brief car ride and during the visit in the house, Alejandro had continued to manifest the cultured, seemingly open demeanor, ready with the smile that made his face a mask of welcome. Now Steve saw a man whose eyes revealed fire and passion. There was a sense of presence, immediacy. He did not know if he was prey to his own passion and was projecting what he wanted to see in Alejandro, Steve slowly reached out and began to touch Alejandro's face. It was an unconscious gesture.
His fingers gently caressed the strong line of the jaw and stopped just shy of the cleft chin, dark with dense beard shaved close and smooth. Steve's reverie was broken when Alejandro took the hand in his own and placed it against his mouth, kissing it and wetting it with he hardened tip of his tongue. Steve felt an electricity flow through his body and his breathing grow shallow with the intimate gesture.
The realization washed over him that for the first time in his life he was with a man who was inviting him into the very matrix of desire that had fueled his libido for more than a decade. This was a man unafraid of physical intimacy, a man for whom passion would be expressed in gentle touch and with prodigious strength as they embraced in combat.
The voice was gentle, deep and velvet when Alejandro suggested that they would need to undress if they were to wrestle as Steve had requested. The reverie of the moment broken, Steve smiled into the open, inviting yet challenging eyes and reached for the hem of his shirt to lift it off.
Alejandro reached out with both hands and arrested Steve's movement. "Allow me, please. I would like to undress you." Alejandro asked, never breaking his gaze.
Steve's hand dropped to his sides and smiled his assent. Alejandro let his large fingers slide across the knit cotton as his thumbs traced a line bisecting Steve's abs and chest. Reaching the center of Steve's pecs his thumbs pressed in and began to trace the lower contour of the firm muscle there. Steve shuddered at the full pleasure that coursed through his body at the intentional touch.
Drawing his thumbs alongside his fingers touching Steve's lats, he began to press his thumbs and move across the center of Steve's pecs. On reaching the nipples he lowered his thumbs and began to circle the nibs pressing into the fabric.
With head back and eyes closed Steve reveled in the exploration. Alejandro's hands then reached down and grasped Steve's forearms and began to move his fingers up the arm until, under the sleeve band, he wrapped his fingers around Steve's biceps. He began to squeeze as Steve flexed his powerful muscle. He looked into Alejandro's eyes and they both smiled as each saw the strain on the other's face. Steve looked down at his biceps and began to curl his arms up letting the muscle increase in diameter and forcing Alejandro's fingers further apart.
The pressure lessened and Alejandro let his hands move to the hem of Steve's shirt. `May I' he asked with his eyes. Seeing Steve nod he slowly lifted the garment from Steve's body reveling in the defined musculature of abs, pecs, bi and triceps. He carefully folded the garment and laid it on the bottom of the shelf of the niche.
Alejandro then knelt on one knee and removed the Docksiders from Steve's feet. Reaching up and intentionally not rubbing the tumescent flesh that pushed against the fabric of the shorts, he unbuckled the belt and unbuttoned the waist band. Dropping his hands to Steve's ankles he let his fingers trace the insides of Steve's legs with a feather-light touch. At the hem of the shorts Alejandro let two fingers explore the skin beneath the fabric.
Steve felt his cock stiffen further as his abs spasmed briefly with the touch. Finally his fingers reached for the zipper and his shorts were lowered and removed. Instead of folding them Alejandro left them and began to let his face brush against the fabric of the boxers now tented and showing a stain. He pressed his nose into the crevasse of Steve's legs inhaling the hint of musk. With his nose he playfully batted Steve's hardness and finally, opening his mouth, let his teeth graze across the fabric enclosed muscle.
Steve's first inclination was to grab the back of Alejandro's head and pull him into himself. Just in time he remembered that this was only the beginning and let his hands rest gently on the sides of Alejandro's head, gently rubbing his fingers through Alejandro's hair. Alejandro reached up and began to pull slowly against the band of Steve's boxers. When the pubes were exposed and before the muscled shaft appeared, Alejandro let his nose explore the scent. Lowering the briefs further until they half covered the veined manhood, he let himself lick the exposed flesh, curling his tongue under the shaft and pressing against the urethra.
Finally he pulled the boxers off and the fully extended manhood sprang up, pulsing. Alejandro watched as a small drop of clear fluid emerged from the slit in the glans. As if looking at something previously unseen, Alejandro carefully looked at the entire organ not touching anything but letting his moist breath bathe the turgid hot skin. Withdrawing a bit he began to blow gently on the glans and watch with pleasure as the organ responded with a brief spasm.
With the tip of his tongue he began to trace the corona. At this gentle onslaught of stimulation, Steve's penis lurched as if it were searching for a place to enter. Alejandro remained still and waited till the organ was still. Another drop of liquid formed on the slit and Alejandro flicked the tip of his tongue and caught it.
He rocked back on his heels and slowly stood. Alejandro looked and smiled at his friend and said "you are a magnificent and beautiful specimen of manhood. Will you now undress me?"
Steve's chest and gut burned. His cock was straining in the sheath of skin, as if trying to grow beyond the bounds of flesh. He unbuttoned the print shirt Alejandro was wearing. Letting it hang from his shoulders, Steve let his fingers course through the forest of dark thick hair. Finding the generous buds crowning large brown nipples he rolled them between thumb and forefinger. He looked up and Alejandro's eyes met his.
Removing the shirt and hanging it in the wooden niche, Steve reached out and with both hands captured Alejandro's muscular pecs. Massaging them with his fingers and palms he enjoyed the dense muscle and the texture of the hair. He slid his hands up to Alejandro's neck, holding this thumbs just under the jaw and looked deeply into his eyes.
"You do know that I've never been in a place like this before. Never been with a man like this before..I feel like I'm burning inside. My chest is tight. Alejandro, I^Å.I.." biting his lower lip he let is head fall back a bit and let it wash over him again.
A moment later, Steve let his hands fall to Alejandro's shoulders and gently digging his thumbs into the upper pecs, he kneaded the cords of muscles that bunched across the shoulders. He remembered their brief contest of strength earlier as his hands wandered down to the biceps. He encircled them with his fingers was impressed with their size but moved on. Steve took Alejandro's left hand in his own and examined the fingers. They were long, well shaped and strong.
As Alejandro had done, Steve knelt and removed Alejandro's shoes and socks. He then unbuckled and unfastened the trousers lowering them to the floor. He let his face rub against Alejandro's very substantial engorged muscle, wondering at its length and girth. Rather than waiting, he hooked the waist of the boxers and lowered them too. The thick, long muscle didn't spring free but swelled once the material was pulled away. It hung heavily lifting itself with each pulse.
Steve gathered the clothing and folded it quickly but carefully as Alejandro had done. He knelt again and licked the base and underside of the shaft. He let his tongue explore the slit and corona and was rewarded with a muffled groan of pleasure and spasm of abs. He felt Alejandro's hands on the back of his head and waited. If Alejandro began to force him it would contradict his assumptions. The hands simply rested and in no way attempted to guide Steve's explorations.
Letting his face brush against the turgid muscle, Steve sank his nose into the dense hair on either side of the hard flesh. He turned and licked the length of the shaft and explored the other side. Lifting the muscle he let his nose nuzzle the low hanging balls. Reaching back to the muscled glutes, Steve pulled Alejandro's body toward him to revel in the musk and maleness of his friend. Pulling back, he opened his mouth to the glans and pulled it into him swirling his tongue and was rewarded with another sigh of pleasure from Alejandro.
He stood, placing his hands on Alejandro's chest, letting his fingers glide through the thick hair till his palms covered the impressive nipples. As his hands stopped moving, he looked up and met his partner's gaze. Alejandro placed his hands on Steve's shoulders and stepped closer to him till their faces were inches apart, their cocks touching.
"Stephen, the leisure of our passion has made me hungry for you. Yet, you are my guest and we have just met. An interesting contradiction, yes? So, shall we put on our trunks?" Steve smiled, realizing he had left his in the house.
"In the drawer there you will find a selection. Something will suit you, I trust." Alejandro said.
Steve pulled open the drawer at the bottom of the niche. There were numerous pairs of Speedos and folded jocks. He found one that would cling nicely and ignoring the jocks removed it and closed the drawer. He saw Alejandro smile.
He pulled up the red trunks, tucking his nearly erect organ into the stretchy material. Alejandro watched smiling, admiring. Reaching into his drawer, Alejandro took out a low cut black suit and stepped into it.
Alejandro took a step toward Steve, leaning in, closing the space, and quietly said in a voice thick with desire, "How will we finish this? It is the one thing we haven't discussed. One will win but what then?"
Steve continued to meet his gaze, felt the heat between them and wanted to submerge himself in the warmth. He said simply, "We'll see. Let's wrestle."
Steve walked to the center of the mat then turned to face Alejandro. His heart raced and his breath seemed ragged as he studied the man approaching him dressed only in the low cut Speedo. Alejandro's muscles seemed, to Steve, like those of a large cat. With each movement, they bunched or flexed naturally. He felt himself harden just looking at the man.
Since he had grown his pubes, Steve kept waiting for chest hair to grow though he waited in vane. Thinking back on puberty and his early years wrestling, he looked with envy at the boys who already had, what appeared to him, to be a veritable forest of hair on the upper pecs and in the valley between. These guys had treasure trails that led to bushy pubes and in many cases grown up dicks resting on heavily packed balls.
Fortunately, most of the guys had boners from time to time so Steve's didn't cause anyone to question. With no budget for singlets, most often the boys wore their gym shorts, jocks and socks. The shorts hid most budding boners from observers but the guys tied up weren't shy and didn't mind an intentional rub or grasp if the hold permitted. Always, there was good natured kidding in the showers after.
Steve could even remember the sweaty smell of some of the guys he'd fantasized about when jerking off. Dennis, one particularly built guy, was several inches shorter but packed with muscle and had pecs and abs covered with hair. His cock was a thick spike protruding from his pubes. It filled his jeans and Steve always enjoyed watching him tuck himself in before he zipped. Steve could only imagine what it would be like to see that spike fully engorged and be able to fist it to orgasm.
Steve began to stretch his quads with half lunges. The bulging quads seemed to explode through his flesh. His calves bunched into knotted masses of flesh which tapered suddenly to his ankles. Grabbing his elbows, he stretched his lats slowly. One then the other, repeating the movements, his eyes never leaving Alejandro's. Bringing his fists together in front of his pecs Steve slowly flexed his lats until they were fully distended to their hooded cobra-like contour.
Continuing to stretch, he hunched his shoulders till the mounds of roped muscle seemed to merge with his trapezoids. Locking his fingers together and reversing his palms outward, Steve flexed his triceps and lifted them over his head, reaching up on tiptoe to stretch his ripped torso and abs.
Alejandro felt his cock swell in his trunks. Surely this ripped stud was putting on a show for him -- challenging him. Alejandro spread his legs and slowly lowered his body, arms out stretched. To Steve's amazement he arms continued through his legs, the tops of his fingers just touching the floor. Muscles on either side of his spine caused a deep cleft. The flexibility of this man was stunning.
Alejandro slowly reversed the motion and for a moment stood. Steve could see the outline of the thick snake in Alejandro's trunk. Alejandro then lifted his hands overhead and locking them together began to stretch from side to side. At the end of each arc Steve could see the muscles in Alejandro's torso and lats bunch and bulge. Slowly Alejandro began to split his legs, letting his feet slide along the mat until there was less than four inches of space between his bulge and the mat.
`Damn!!' Steve thought. This guy can tie me up with his legs and make a bow with his arms and destroy me. Steve shook his arms and rotated his neck and stood waiting. Alejandro looked up as if just noticing him and smiled a knowing smile nodded that he was ready.
Alejandro had only wrestled infrequently since his days at U Chicago. Though there were not many men with whom he'd engaged in an intentional erotic contest, there had been enough to compare. Steve brought fight to him that he knew would test his strength. The candor and transparency of their on-line and actual conversation had convinced Alejandro that this man was more than honest in the expression of his desires.
What Alejandro was only willing to admit to himself occasionally, in dark moments of his brooding while waiting for sleep, was the desire to be partnered with someone with whom he could share passions and possessions. Sure he could `buy' a young man -- a boy toy, he thought with disgust; and, there were a few young attractive men he'd met during his travels to board and foundation meetings. He learned early though, the ability to do research on board and foundation members was easy. Nearly without exception, these men had learned that he was single, influential and financially independent.
When he looked at Steve, he saw a muscular, disciplined man, whose desire for another man was plainly evident in his demeanor. That they had met as strangers removed all chance of Steve's interest in financial gain. His lack of sexual experience with men was in its own way charming. Alejandro had no doubt that he brought prodigious wrestling skill to the match but he harbored a hope that Steve somehow wanted to be taken down, wanted to be made to submit to an older, more experienced man.
Alejandro lifted his arms and began to circle, interrupting his movements with slight lunges to take Steve off guard. With a sudden move, Alejandro rushed Steve and tried to circle him for a front bear hug. Steve quickly side stepped and looped his arms up and into a full nelson, quickly cinching his hands and locking in the hold. His adrenalin surged. Power seemed to course through his arms. His senses were tingling. Feeling the dense hair under Alejandro's arms caused his cock to pulse. Steve wanted this man.
Burying his face into Alejandro's back and drinking in the aroma of the sweating man, he faced fully his desire to find himself on his back. He wanted Alejandro on top, pressing their almost naked bodies together so that Steve could feel the muscled and hairy physique weighing him down. He'd had numerous opportunities, during his out of town cruising, to have sex with furry muscled men and had availed himself often. The critical missing element, he realized, was the absence of the unique virility that was accentuated by man-to-man naked struggle.
Alejandro shoved his arms down trying to break the hold. He leaned forward, continuing to press his arms down, throwing weight back and forth. Steve rode him, pushing Alejandro's head down further toward his chest. Alejandro lifted his arms quickly trying to power out. The aphrodisiac of muscle fighting muscle filled Alejandro's chest with a fire. He twisted again but, Steve held his grasp.
Wanting to get more control, Steve fell back to the mat pulling Alejandro with him. Rolling to the side, Steve quickly applied a scissor across the upper abs. Locking his ankles tight, he opened the scissor slightly only to slam it hard against the solar plexus. He was rewarded with a grunt as Alejandro tightened his abs to defend himself. Steve's legs rubbed across Alejandro's skin as he contracted his powerful quads. The muscle contest between men was pure eroticism for him. The course hair that met his quads made his balls tingle.
Like pictures flashing in his memory, Steve could see men he'd wanted to wrestle over the years. Closing his eyes he let the sweat, the muscle against muscle tension, the friction of chest hair rubbing against his leg fueled his passion and imagination. Here at last was a man who wanted the same things he did. His cock hardened into steel as he rammed it against Alejandro's side. Lost in the moment he felt himself morph into something more real, more like the sexual person he kept locked inside his imagination.
Steve came out of his sexual reverie and reminded himself again that this was not a timed competition but a contest to be savored. He pulled himself tighter against Alejandro's side. He flexed his legs, grinding his hard cock against Alejandro's lats. He looked across and saw Alejandro's cock swollen and pushing against the front of his Speedos. Easing into a new rhythm Steve banished the instilled need to quickly dominate and win points or a pin. Steve reveled in the skin contact, the contour of straining muscles and Alejandro's hairy torso. He lowered his elbows to increase the contact and flexed enjoying the sense of touch and power. Alejandro continued to push against Steve, trying to free himself while taking a measure of the man holding him.
The freedom to wrestle with no regard to being circumspect about his sexuality was nearly overwhelming. He acutely felt the conflict of the sexual need he felt when he looked at Alejandro and his desire to flex his muscles and let himself test and be tested by a man who understood the passions burning within him.
Alejandro enjoyed the smooth definition of Steve's body. The clean lines of muscle and the fluid grace of Steve's movements continued to fuel Alejandro's desire. The nearly hairless body glistened with a sheen of sweat. The contours were defined clearly as the light played across them. He could feel himself swelling.
Switching to a half nelson, Steve captured Alejandro's arm and pulled it high up Alejandro's back. The shoulder muscle knotted as Steve cinching the arm, he shifted his weight to secure it. Alejandro's back muscles tensed and relaxed as he tried to adjust and get relief. Steve's legs slid into a grapevine spreading Alejandro's hairy legs. The coarseness of the hair on Alejandro's upper thigh rubbed against Steve, the sweat from both men releasing pheromones was evident. Releasing the half nelson, Steve slid his hands under Alejandro's chin and began to apply pressure with the modified camel.
As their back's arched, Steve pressed his man muscle firmly into the fleshy meat of Alejandro's glutes and rocked enjoying the sensation. Pressing into the crack caused his muscle to throb and stain his red Speedos with precum. He imagined the holds being reversed, imagined himself on the bottom stretching up to meet the pulsing cock. He pumped harder not caring what Alejandro thought.
Sliding up Alejandro's back and resting his knees on the mat, Steve increased the pressure on Alejandro's chin as he watched Alejandro's powerful back muscles knot along his spine. Grasping Steve's hands, Alejandro tore at his fingers to gain a hold trying to release the pressure on his chin.
Steve suddenly released his hold and rolled away from Alejandro. Instead of standing, Steve faced Alejandro on his knees, legs spread for balance and waited. Chest and abs heaving with ragged breath, his cock swollen; he looked down and saw the stain. Alejandro rose to his knees and saw it also and smiled.
"As your passion burns hotter so does the demand of your muscle." Alejandro said nodding toward Steve protruding cock. Alejandro reached in and adjusted himself. When finished he groped the front of his suit and smiled at Steve. He reached back and briefly kneaded the muscles in his lower back. Steve, smiling, began to close the distance.
They tied up, trying to gain advantage. Alejandro shifted his weight and turned, taking them to the mat. He grabbed Steve's neck in a head lock and reaching out, caught an ankle and pulled Steve into a cradle. Resting his chest on Steve, Alejandro clasped his hands and pulled the cradle hold in tight. He spread his legs for stability. Leveraging his weight onto his toes and an elbow, he let his weight drop repeatedly on Steve. Alejandro imagined the pleasure of having Steve's legs spread and pounding Steve's man chute with his thick muscle. Steve's face pressed into the fur of Alejandro's chest. He began to lick and bite at the available skin. Alejandro groaned his pleasure. Shifting positions, Alejandro laced his muscular, hairy legs between Steve's and scissoring the freed leg, he stretched the cradle.
Steve's eyes were pinched closed as he tried to find a way to loosen the grip. He felt hot breath close to his ear, "Enjoying this, my friend? I am." Alejandro whispered. Steve opened his eyes and turned, their faces were only inches apart. He nodded and smiled. Alejandro rolled Steve onto his side resting his weight on Steve. The split left Steve's crotch exposed. Alejandro pushed himself up till his muscle was pushing against Steve's nylon covered sphincter. Alejandro chuckled as he heard the growl in Steve's throat. As his cock swelled, throbbed and rubbed against Steve's body Alejandro muttered "Yes, I'm enjoying this very much!"
With a final pull against Steve's neck, Alejandro released his neck while maintaining the hold on Steve's leg. With the other leg scissored Alejandro pulled him into stretch. He kept applying the pressure and slowly rolled his weight on top of Steve, pinning him to the mat while continuing the groin stretch. Their legs intertwined, sliding against each other like large snakes writhing in combat. Steve grabbed at Alejandro to find some leverage to loosen the hold but to no avail. Alejandro let his gaze rake across the hapless Steve, taking in the tensed muscles, the rivulets of sweat running down his legs. Steve's suit was stretched tight across his groin, the balls and line of his cock clearly defined. Alejandro felt his own cock surge. He wanted to rip the nylon from what fueled his fire and take Steve there, on the mat.
He knew his passion was nearly out of control and reluctantly realized he must release the hold on Steve's sweaty muscled legs. Tightening the hold momentarily he looked into Steve's eyes and saw there determination and will to fight. Releasing his legs he rolled over Steve's head and away. He stood and walked to get a towel for both of them.
Returning to Steve, Alejandro let his body sink with ease and grace into a seated yoga position on the mat. Steve watched and wondered at the muscle control required for that^Åwow, was he in over his head, he wondered. Taking the towel, Alejandro offered an arm to Steve and began to wipe his face, arms and torso. Taking his legs one at a time he dried them, ignoring the crotch area all the while watching Steve's face.
Steve's breath was returning to normal after recovering from the last pin. Being folded in on ones self with nearly two hundred pounds pressing down makes it hard to breathe. Alejandro's touch was not gentle, nor was it unintentionally rough. When he was finished he took the towel and tossed it aside. He reached over and cupped Steve's balls in his hand. Taking the hand away Alejandro surprised Steve by moving the hand to his nose and inhaling. "Sweat is the essence of combat." he said simply.
Steve recalled how often he'd run his fingers along his ball sac after a run, or surreptitiously after a wrestling workout and smelled the musk and sweat. How did this man understand so completely the desires he lived with everyday.
Alejandro lowered his body to recline, resting on an elbow. With his other hand he caressed with two fingers the outlines of Steve's jaw, and then moved to his pecs admiring the smooth contour. After tweaking the nipples gently with his nails, he let his finger nails, palm up, slide across Steve's abs. Steve shuddered uncontrollably. The sensation of light touch, the heat of his body and the growing erotic energy in his body merged. He looked hungrily at Alejandro.
Alejandro looked at him, "yes my young friend, I too burn with lust." Standing, he reached for Steve with both hands and pulled him up. Stepping back, Alejandro looked intently at his wrestling partner.
As the men faced each other their cocks were filled but not rampant. Alejandro's penis had mesmerized Steve. It was long and thick. It tapered toward the head. Because of its weight it hung angled toward the floor. Steve realized he was staring at the large bulge in Alejandro's black low cut Speedo. He looked up, a bit embarrassed and it seemed that Alejandro had read his mind. "We are not at school, young one. We are two men. Here we face one another, grappling, reveling in our maleness and desire for each other. Do not hesitate to look at me. I devour you now with my eyes, waiting for the time when I can consume you with my body."
Catching his breath and biting his lower lip, Steve could only nod his head and reply a simple "yes!" as his muscle swelled in his suit.
"Wrestle me, my friend. Wrestle with me" Alejandro said in a husky voice.
They circled, Steve wary from the punishment he'd just endured. Alejandro moved in quickly, catching him off guard. The front bear hug was quickly secured and Alejandro lifted Steve off the mat. He pushed his face into Steve's pecs enjoying the smooth firmness of them. He let Steve fall only enough that he could control the pressure and diminish the air Steve could breathe. He tightened the hold, his long fingers locked around the opposite wrist. He felt Steve's turgid muscle pressing against him and wondered what it would feel like if there was not the nylon separating their flesh.
He tightened the hug suddenly and powerfully. The result was what he expected. Steve's sudden expulsion of air put him at a disadvantage and gave Alejandro the opportunity to weaken him. Steve slammed his forearms against the furry mat of Alejandro's chest. He arched his back, all for naught. He pressed the heels of his hands against Alejandro's chin shoving with all his strength. But with each exhalation of air the pressure diminished the amount he could take in and he felt himself begin to weaken from lack of oxygen.
Alejandro, enjoying his control, walked around the mat letting Steve's body and weight bounce against his powerful grip. He watched Steve's biceps flex as he pushed for relief. Steve's legs were wrapped with ankles locked behind Alejandro but it achieved no positive end. Alejandro toyed with Steve, lifted his weight on his toes and then let his body drop, bending his knees, thus increasing Steve's agony.
Steve was seeing his own constellation of stars from the lack of oxygen. He could feel his body growing more limp. The pressure on his abs was unrelenting. He was near blacking out when he felt himself begin, it seemed, to fall.
Alejandro tossed the nearly limp body higher against his chest. Catching Steve at the waist, holding him with one arm and with the other supporting his head and neck, Alejandro slammed their bodies fall to the mat. Alejandro's concerns came in waves. Had Steve blacked out, what if he hurt him inadvertently? He raised himself on his knees and hands and looked at Steve waiting for some reaction.
Steve's recovery was quick. He was groggy and moved his head from side to side. When his eyes focused he saw Alejandro watching him.
"Are you hurt, my friend? Did you fall too hard?"
"Alejandro," Steve laughed a bit weakly, "it's going to take more than that to make me give."
"All is well then?" Alejandro asked as he slid his body into a front grapevine, locking in his feet to secure the hold. His arms grabbed Steve's wrists and pulled them both behind Steve's head. Their faces inches apart Alejandro asked, "are you sure you want to continue this?" Alejandro asked in a voice that challenged though was still mixed with a bit of concern.
"Darn right I do and I still intend to take you down! Now get off of me!"
Alejandro laughed, tightened both holds and began to grind their male muscles against each other. "If you can not make me, plan to stay here until I am satisfied!" Alejandro laughed in his face. A wave of heat mixed with desire for this man surged through Steve. It was what he had dreamed about. Watching his coaches during formative years, he had brought himself to climax often imagining being under their bodies, feeling their muscles press against him. In that moment Steve wanted more than anything to spread his legs and let Alejandro fulfill Steve's years of fantasy and desire.
Instead of yielding to the moment, Steve thrashed, tried to bridge but was unsuccessful. He humped back against Alejandro and felt his cock stiffening against Alejandro's assault. Their faces were only inches apart. Each felt the other's breath. Alejandro let his face fall closer. Steve could feel the heat of their bodies, the hair on Alejandro's chest matted against his own smooth chest. Steve closed his eyes and opened his mouth slightly and felt the lips graze his. He lifted his head to meet Alejandro's lips.
Still grinding against Steve's rampant muscle, Alejandro pushed their lips together. Their tongues wrestled. Their bodies thrust violently against each other. Steve wanted it to never end. He longed to lock his legs behind Alejandro and rolled on top of him, to bite him, lick him, twist his large hard nipples as he rubbed his hand through the coarse hair. He imagined pressing their bodies together and let their passions lead where they might. He wanted to prove his potency as a lover, to struggle with and excite Alejandro to the point that Alejandro would forcefully take him, ravage him and satisfy them both.
As the passion began to peak, Alejandro suddenly broke his hold and rolled off of Steve. Turning several times to create a space between them, he sat up, resting his hands on his knees. Steve looked up, confused; wondering if they had had crossed some unknown line. Again it seemed as if Alejandro read his thoughts, "do not concern yourself my friend. I was very close to my consummation of our passion. There is much more we can share before we give into our release. Yes?"
Steve rolled on to his back and shut his eyes. "I can not touch myself, Alejandro. I am so close."
"We will wait a moment then and see if, in this next round, you can best me. Yes?"
Alejandro sat watching his young friend mentally and physically collect himself, gain control and then raise himself to an elbow. "Alejandro, I may not be able to hold it. I was so close. Please don't be offended if I shoot."
"Now how could anyone be offended at such a compliment? Do not forget that I was your age not too awfully long ago." Alejandro said with a twinkle in his eye. "Tell me when you are ready. Would you like some water?" Without waiting for an answer, Alejandro rose and got fresh towels, and two bottles of water. As he walked away Steve was mesmerized at the fluidity of the musculature in Alejandro's back and legs. The matted hair, the flexing calves as he walked, his spine moving sinuously as a snake, Steve's imagination and lust flared with desire.
Returning, Alejandro tossed Steve the towel, handed him water and sat near him. Steve sat up, wiped with the towel and drank half the water. "Thanks, Alejandro. That tastes great, I needed it." Reaching into his trunks, Steve arranged himself for greater comfort.
Alejandro took the towel and closed water bottle and moved them away to the edge of the mat. Turning, he walked to the center of the mat and said nothing, but looked at Steve. Steve met the gaze and grinned. "You're tough." he finally said.
Easily finding his feet, Steve once again shifted his muscle and balls for greater comfort and walked to the center of the mat. He noticed Alejandro looking openly at the contour of his bulge. He recognized the desire in Alejandro's eyes and playing a bit, flexed his pecs, abs and biceps while thrusting his cock forward.
Alejandro smiled then crouched, raised his arms and began to circle, looking for an opening. Steve responded in kind, taking inventory of his sore muscles and incipient fatigue.
They locked, collar and elbow, pulling and pushing at each other to gain some measure of advantage. Steve twisted suddenly and managed to catch Alejandro off guard and they went to the mat. Grabbing Alejandro's wrist, Steve spun and gained control over the arm with a twist. He rose to his knees, determined to work this arm and shoulder to take some of the fight out of Alejandro.
Alejandro rose with him, reaching back to slap the shoulder and trying to find some relief from the pressure. Steve turned him, reveling in being able to use holds and maneuvers he could only teach in high school wrestling.
He lowered Alejandro to the mats on his knees with the leverage he had. Alejandro reached back again and when he did, Steve let the wrist slide so that it wasn't twisted while at the same time catching the other wrist. He pulled them back forcefully and lay down on the mat simultaneously sliding forward scissoring Alejandro. From that vantage point he worked Alejandro's arms and shoulders pulling and twisting them from the rear in a fully secured surfboard. His scissors was locked firmly in place and he lowered his heels into Alejandro's crotch putting pressure on the shaft and balls for fun as he pressured Alejandro's lower rib cage.
Using the leverage he had, Steve put all the torque possible on the arms and shoulders, pulling and twisting while stretching Alejandro forward with the scissors. He worked the hold, planning his next move.
Twisting to his side and sliding down Alejandro's body, Steve maneuvered his scissors across Alejandro's upper abs. Still controlling the arms, he locked in a nelson from the side leaving Alejandro lying on his back, gasping for breath from the pressure of Steve's quads and finding he had no defense against the hold. Steve twisted Alejandro's torso while pushing his neck to his chest gaining maximum leverage and pressure. The grunts of exertion from Alejandro pleased Steve and he cranked down harder, pulsing his quads, forcing air from Alejandro's diaphragm. Steve's drive to wrestle and win was strong. Even in the face of his desire to be mastered by Alejandro Steve would not give less than his best to any match.
Seeing that the scissors was accomplishing more, Steve released the arms and slid away for a full abdominal scissor's hold. He twisted his body to gain leverage and placed his upper quads across Alejandro's upper abs. He began his tortuous pressure with rhythmic pulses. Fully twisting his body, he maximized the pressure to a point holding back knowing he could damage Alejandro. Alejandro lifted to his elbows working to shift the pressure to his lower abs. It was his only defense.
Looking over his shoulder, Steve saw his opening. Swiftly, he reached back and got Alejandro's head in a lock and spun his scissors appropriately locking them diagonally across Alejandro's abs. Burying Alejandro's face into his chest, Steve ramped up the pressure of the scissors, pulsing them and working Alejandro's abs. He felt Alejandro's tongue bathe his nipple and his cock surged.
Continuing to pull Alejandro's face into his chest to limit the oxygen available, Steve stretched Alejandro with the scissors, pulling against the lats and lower back. Quickly he shifted again. Pulling Alejandro between his legs, Steve tied up one arm in a reverse half nelson and with the other put a modified choke hold on his opponent. Careful to not cut all blood off to the brain, Steve arched his back stretching Alejandro further.
Alejandro's futile slaps against Steve were both amusing and a sign of increasing fatigue, both physical and mental. Steve kept the pressure on, ever mindful of the modified choke. When he had worked it thoroughly, he released the scissors and rolled Alejandro to his stomach. Quickly turning, Steve reached for Alejandro's ankle and lifted him into a single leg crab letting his weight sit fully on Alejandro's lower back. Twisting the ankle, Steve ratcheted up the pain to both the lower and upper leg to maintain his control. His muscles pulsing, his breath ragged, Steve enjoyed the control over his opponent.
Steve then put the foot under his arm and leaned back increasing the pressure on Alejandro's lower back. He was openly groaning now, slapping the mat. "Had enough, Alejandro?" Steve cried out. His answer was another slap to the mat and an attempt by Alejandro to grab his leg, his arm, anything that would give him fighting leverage. Nothing worked.
Steve released him. Rolling to the side he left Alejandro to recover. Getting the water and towels, he walked back to his partner and rubbed his back down and kneeled over his lower back rubbing his shoulders. Rising up so Alejandro had clearance; Steve rolled him over and gently knelt on him crotch-to-crotch. Looking down, he smiled, "you aren't going to give are you?"
"Not while I can find any fight. You could have had me several times you know. However a quick victory for one is not outcome either of us want, is it?" Alejandro asked. As much as Alejandro wanted to feel the muscles of this young man yielding to him, he knew that if either surrendered before completing their contest it would diminish the passion the both were anticipating.
Leaning forward on his palms and lowering himself to Alejandro, Steve said, "When we finish this, we will have both wrestled until there is little if anything left in either of us. We will find pleasure in the pain and exertion. We will find pleasure in each other afterward. It will be as we both want." Steve then leaned in and slowly let his mouth meet Alejandro's. Resting on his elbows, Steve grasped Alejandro's head with his hands and lifting it they again passionately explored each other's mouth.
Finally Steve rolled to Alejandro's side and they rested. Steve explored Alejandro's chest, letting his fingers play with the matted hair and nipples. He scooted himself forward till he was against Alejandro's side and wrapped his thick, firm leg over Alejandro's thicker, sweat soaked hairy body; Steve gently rocked his thickening cock against Alejandro's meaty side. Their breath returned to normal and Steve whispered into Alejandro's ear "Drink up and wipe off cause I'm really gonna whip your ass this time, dude!" They both laughed.
Steve took the bottles and towels off the mat this time and turning, found Alejandro in the center waiting. Steve was tired and could see the fatigue in Alejandro's body. Steve determined to continue this without break until Alejandro conceded. Even though he wanted to be bested by this man, Steve knew that it would not happen. As he approached the mat's center, Steve could feel his cock swell in anticipation of what lay ahead.
Alejandro began the circling that was typical of his opening gambit. Instead of matching his move, Steve began to dance from side to side and backing as he circled. "What'cha waitin' on big guy? You want it as bad as I do so why don't you come and get it!" Steve taunted, enjoying some vanilla trash talk.
As he had hoped, Alejandro rushed him. Meeting him and using Alejandro's momentum, Steve dove, grabbed Alejandro's lower waist and flipped him. They landed on the mat, Steve's back on top of Alejandro. Steve reached back and grabbed Alejandro's ankles. Shifting his weight to a seated position he rolled his weight forward locking Alejandro's hamstrings under his armpits. Steve leaned into the hold slowly forcing the weight of both their bodies onto Alejandro's chest.
Steve bounced gently increasing the pressure. Alejandro's face was blood read from both exertion and compression. Steve leaned further forward, this time rising on his knees relieving a small bit of Alejandro's pressure. He kept leaning till his distended cock and spandex covered balls rubbed against Alejandro's mouth and nose.
Alejandro opened his mouth and began to hungrily tongue Steve's crotch. Steve rose up a bit more on his knees to relieve the pressure while giving Alejandro access. The hairy chest heaved beneath and Steve knew this was a brief intermission for his own pleasure. Alejandro had more fight in him.
Steve pushed Alejandro's forehead back and dropped one leg. Standing, he stepped over Alejandro's body and twisted the leg, turning Alejandro over. Holding his leg Steve knelt in the middle of Alejandro's back while pulling the captured leg toward him. He could hear the deep groans from Alejandro.
Lifting himself off Alejandro, Steve reached down grabbing Alejandro from the rear and lifted him by his armpits till he was standing. Before Alejandro could recover, Steve, grabbing Alejandro around his upper quads hoisted him up and laid Alejandro across his right shoulder. Balancing his opponent carefully, Steve let the weight of Alejandro's body provide the pressure. Steve could feel Alejandro trying to free himself and before he fell, Steve bent forward and slammed Alejandro down onto the mat.
With Alejandro on his stomach, Steve grabbed one of Alejandro's legs. Standing up he began to twist it, watching for Alejandro's reaction or inevitable submission. Determining to fight this through to completion, Steve turned; sitting on Alejandro's back grabbed his arms and trapped them while linking his own hands. He then flipped forward and bridged keeping Alejandro's arms locked while applying pressure.
Steve remembered a saying his mother often used, "in for a penny, in for a pound." Why that came to mind and what it meant originally was irrelevant but Steve realized he was definitely `in for a pound'. He'd gone far beyond fun erotic wrestling. That kind of man play never led to true domination. He may well never hear from Alejandro after this day but he intended to honor his agreement that they would wrestle to the end and then^Åwell, that would soon be determined, wouldn't it, he thought to himself.
Releasing Alejandro's left hand, he held the right and moved to capture his right ankle. Placing his feet against Alejandro's side, Steve began to pull. He moved his right foot higher against Alejandro's ribs increasing the pressure on the arm and shoulder.
"Give?" Steve whispered hoarsely. Alejandro grunted out his no. Steve released the hold on the arm and leg and moved quickly to Alejandro's back. Kneeling he hooked Alejandro's head with his arm and captured both legs with his other hand. Slowly Steve leaned back until Alejandro's body was lifted and his full weight was bearing down on Steve's knees.
"Enough, enough!" Alejandro coughed out. Steve gently lowered him to the mat and lay beside him. With genuine concern in his voice he asked, "Are you hurt Alejandro? Tell me you aren't hurt."
Alejandro turned his head and smiled a weak smile, "you mean that, do you not, my friend? I am certain that I will be sorer than I have been in years; but, I am alright. Do not worry young one."
Steve smiled at the `young one' but decided to keep his thoughts to himself. Alejandro pressed him, "What is that smile?" With a mock anger he continued, "Do you dismiss me altogether, just an old man? Wait, I'll catch my breath and teach you a real lesson!" Alejandro stared at Steve, but the twinkle in his eye belied the anger in his voice.
Steve smiled in return. "I don't know about `old' but you are more of a man than any I've wrestled in a long time." Steve grinned and climbed atop Alejandro, gently resting on his knees and Alejandro's chest.
"Just in case you didn't notice, I won." Steve said, changing the mood. Looking into Alejandro's eyes trying to discern his thoughts, he felt conflict and regret. The logic was unavoidable. He was younger, had been in training for ten years or more without missing a season, he was half the age of Alejandro. Still^Åhe had hoped. He had wanted to be spent on the mat, his chest heaving gasping for breath as Alejandro lay across him, the victor. His comment was met with silence. Alejandro let the silence grow and held Steve's eyes with his own.
Slowly Steve lowered himself till he was lying atop Alejandro, their bodies, sweat slick, pressing against each other. Resting on his elbows Steve let his face drop until their breath mingled. Their lips grazed each other. Steve began to tongue the surface of Alejandro's lips only to be met with Alejandro's tongue.
They let their tongues slip in and out of one another's mouth with a gentle penetration. There was no desperate passion demanding immediate release, though that would surely come.