The Wrestler - Part 3

For the first time in my life, I spent the entire night awake. My mind was far too occupied to think about sleep when all I could focus on was the fact that Jackson had let me suck his dick. Strangely, part of me still believed that it was all a big joke, that Jackson would finally reveal that he'd been tricking me all along, and yet it wasn't a joke. I'd sucked the cock of my best friend, and there were plans for more to come.

I spent the day drifting in and out of sleep, and being barked at by numerous teachers because of it. As eager and horny as I had been yesterday, I had made the decision to keep away from my own cock as much as I could. The risk that a bitter post-nut clarity would make me regret this whole thing, was a risk that I was unwilling to take.

Four o' clock arrived quickly, given that I had slept through most of my classes. I hadn't seen Jackson all day, but that wasn't unusual, we took different classes and his friend group was vastly different to mine, considering he actually had one.

As I walked the short journey to his place, I realised just how kind he actually was. Ever since we were kids he had tried to include me in things. When he started to play football, he begged me to join too. When he got his first dirt bike, and all the kids in the neighbourhood wanted to ride it, he refused them all and forced me to ride instead. Even now, with both of us grown adults, Jackson continued to push me.

"Hey Mrs. Carson" I smiled awkwardly as Jackson's mom opened the door.

"Well if it aint' little Conor Bishop!" She beamed, grabbing my face and kissing my cheek. "How's your mom?"

"She's fine" I replied politely, my cheeks blushing slightly.

"Great, well you tell her I was asking for her. Jackson's out in the barn, you boys make sure to come back inside when ya'll get hungry, y'hear me?"

"Thanks, Mrs. Carson" I nodded, with the mention of Jackson sending a shock of nervous excitement through me.

Jackson's house was huge, though not in a 'I'm rich, look at me' kind of way. His dad was a bit of a handy-man, and fancied himself as a jack-of-all-trades type of guy. He regularly added new sections to the house, though hardly any of the add-on's were actually safe. His older brothers were both mechanics, which meant a ton of old, battered cars dotted his large garden, front and back.

I weaved through the rubble and wrecked cars until finally the barn came into view. It was quite a walk down the long back yard, which was just as well considering what was about to take place there. We'd spent endless hours in the large red barn as children, and I'd even helped him and his dad erect the makeshift wrestling area that was now housed in it.

I pushed open the door and found him already waiting.

"Did you know slugs have four noses?" He asked me seriously, glancing up from his phone "why would anything need four noses?"

"What?" I replied, dropping my bag onto a bale of hay.

"Slugs" he continued, as though it was stupid of me to ask such a dumb question. "They have four noses".

"Right" I nodded.

"Anyway, you ready?"

I took a deep breath and nodded. This was about to be the strangest, and yet the most exciting thing I had ever done, and my heart had already started to hammer in my chest.

"Sweet, lose the clothes and let's get started" Jackson told me, and he too began to strip.

I could hardly take my eyes off him as he slid his t-shirt over his head. I waited to see his perfectly toned body, but found his blue singlet instead.

"I thought we were doing this... You know... Naked?" I asked, concerned as I hadn't brought my gear.

Jackson grinned at me.

"You're doing it naked" he told me "for now at least".

"That's not fair!" I barked, my t-shirt now in my hands.

"I told you already bro, once I see some effort from you, you'll be rewarded".

Jackson dropped his shorts and kicked off his trainers until once again, he stood before me in his blue singlet, with a large bulge at the crotch.

"What if someone comes down?" I asked, concerned as I pulled off my shoes slowly.

"Nobody will come down" he smirked "I told my mom we're studying down here".

"And your dad?" I asked, reluctantly sliding my trousers down my legs to reveal my black boxer briefs.

"Working on Giller Terrance's old boat, and my brothers are too, so stop worrying and strip" he grinned.

Jackson had never seen me naked before, not like this anyway. I felt a hot flush of embarrassment, and also felt rather inferior knowing that his cock was huge in comparison to mine. I dragged my underwear down to my ankles and cupped my junk as I stepped out of them.

"Well come on" he smirked, jumping onto the large mat and beckoning me to join him.

I felt ridiculous as I shuffled toward him. My face burned and my hands remained clasped over my flaccid dick and balls.

"Why exactly do I need to be naked for this?" I asked anxiously as he began to crouch and circle me.

"Because it's funny" he told me, as I followed him with my narrowed eyes.

"Funny!?" I snarled and Jackson rushed forward, grabbing me around the waist and driving me into the mat.

The air rushed from my throat and I gasped under him.

"Stay alert, bro" he said, jumping back to his feet and holding out his arm.

I took it, barely able to breathe as he stood me up and we went again.

"If you keep holding your dick, you're just gonna get taken down" he told me, circling me once more "and if you keep getting taken down, no reward".

I grimaced at him angrily, but reluctantly pulled my hand away and began circling too. If I hadn't felt ridiculous before, I certainly did now.

"Remember" he told me, his eyes narrow "stay focused and use your legs".

He surged forward again, this time I met him in the centre and we grappled. I could feel my cock and balls jump as we wrestled. His strong arms pushed me back, and then dragged me into a tight hug. I felt my entire body being lifted into the air, and a moment later I was on my back once again.

Jackson held my wrist above my head like he so often did, and grinned down at me.

"What's up with you today?" He asked "you were kicking ass yesterday!"

"I... I'm just tired" I groaned, knowing that it was completely pointless to attempt to escape his firm grip.

"Well wake up!" He told me, and yanked me back to my feet for round three.

It went no better in round three, nor four or five and by round six, my body ached, I was dripping in sweat and my eyes stung from tiredness.

"I give up" I gasped, falling onto my back without waiting for Jackson to slam me down instead.

"Bullshit" he snarled and jumped on top of me, straddling my chest.

"Get off" I sighed breathlessly as he wrestled with my arms and once again, pinned them behind my head.

"Now I just know that my best friend ain't no quitter" he grinned "because quitters don't get rewards!"

"Dude, I'm exhausted" I groaned "I didn't sleep a wink last night".

Jackson considered my excuse for a moment before nodding.

He continued holding my wrists down as I lay naked and breathless on my back. I'd gotten used to being naked around him, mainly because he hadn't made a big deal about it, and then without warning, he grabbed my dick.

"What the fuck!" I yelped, unable to do a thing as he squeezed my shaft with his thumb and forefinger.

"You didn't sleep because you didn't cum" he explained, lightly tapping my nuts.

"What... How do you know that?" I asked, feeling him take hold of my soft tool again.

"Because your balls look like they're about to explode" he laughed "so I'm gonna break the rules a bit, because there's no point training when you're moving like a zombie".

I glared at him, but the feeling down below was making my cock swell between his fingers as he coaxed an erection from me.

"Tell me what you want" he said seriously, pumping my semi-erect cock with one hand and keeping me firmly on my back with the other.

"W... What?" I gasped, feeling my rod become fully hard in his hand.

"Tell me what you want" he repeated, looking down at my six inches of stiff meat "what you want me to do to you".

My eyes widened. I had never even imagined talking out loud about something like this. I was too shy, too easily embarrassed.

"I... I can't" I told him, shivering against his sensual touch.

"Yeah you can, come on, I'll start" he told me and I watched him in awe.

"I bet you want me to find you like this in the changing rooms, huh?" He whispered, and even his tone was making me leak.

"Naked and stiff, playing with yourself like a dirty boy"

I was breathing heavily now, in total amazement of my best friend as he squeezed and pumped my cock.

"Then I pull off my singlet, let you watch as my big cock flops out and I walk towards you"

"Fuck" I gasped as a wave of intense pleasure rippled through my naked, sweating body.

"And what do you do, Conor?" He whispered seductively.

"S... Suck it" I replied, my cock already on the verge of explosion.

"Details, give me details"

"I take it in my mouth" I moaned, thrusting into his hand "all of it, I take all of your big dick down my throat and I suck" I gasped, feeling his hand speed up.

"And?"

"I make it all wet" I said, my back arching "and you flip me around"

"Go on"

"And you..."

"Yes?"

"You fuck me".

I couldn't believe the words had come out of my mouth, but I was too horny and too exhausted to have considered them first. I'd ruined it. Jackson was going to freak out and send me on my way. Why was I such an idiot!

He didn't reply for a moment, but he didn't stop jerking me either.

"You think you'd be able to handle my big cock in your tight hole?" He asked and I was so close to cumming now.

"Y... Yes" I gasped, my body tightening up as he pumped me faster.

"Then ask me... No, beg me to fuck you" he sneered, his hand sloshing up and down my pole so quick that there was no possibility of me holding off any longer.

"PLEASE!" I groaned, my balls beginning to swell "Please fuck me! Fuck... Please fuck me dude!"

It was shooting from me like lava from a volcano. I could see it spill across my chest, some even hitting my face as Jackson aimed my aching, spewing prick toward me and milked me rapidly.

My whole body shook and twitched as more and more thick, hot cum burst from my sensitive red glans.

I had never in my life felt pleasure like it. The orgasm continued to course through every fibre of my body, even after I had emptied my balls all over my tired, aching and sweaty torso.

With one last squeeze, Jackson lifted up his dripping hand and showed me.

"Someone was horny" he grinned, and my face had now turned a dark shade of red.

I was mortified. How could I have been so stupid. Sucking my best friend had been good enough, I should have simply accepted that it would never go further than that, and yet I'd opened my big mouth and ruined it all.

"Get some sleep tonight" he said, still keeping his strong hand clasped around my wrists as my chest rose and fell rapidly.

"And if I see an improvement tomorrow, maybe I'll consider giving you what you so desperately want".

Jackson leaned over me and winked, before rubbing his cum drenched hand across my cheek.

"See you tomorrow, Conor" he smirked, and finally, Jackson released me.