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Conference Conflagration

Second edition of lockdown lust. This came about through a chat with Newbie in need from NJ. In the story, we seem to have a lot in common: age, size, attitude – except for one thing. I’m out and proud and he’s str8 married, closeted even to himself, and soon to be very confused. I get it – many of us have been there, so no judgment. But I still can’t resist a hot, high-stakes game of cat and mouse. He’s Andy, and for this story you can call me Kevin. This is how it all unfolded:

Andy: I’m at a dimly lit hotel bar and you walk in, each of us there for different professional meetings. I’m sitting there drinking an old fashioned. You walk up holding a glass, looking for a stool. Suddenly you ask, “Is this seat free?”

Kevin: I’m drinking the same thing - of course. Tight quarters so our arms keep brushing together. I take off my jacket so you can see the muscles under my tight dress shirt. Then I stretch some just for you and grin right at you.
A: You’re drinking an old fashioned too? That’s funny. And makes sense. I’m in jeans and a fitted navy blue dress shirt, black belt and loafers. Your gaze is making me blush but luckily it’s dark in the bar and you can’t see that. “How long are you in town for? Traveling alone?” I ask with a smile.
K: “Coupla nights here at the hotel so I got a nice big King room. Yup all alone,” I reply as my tight jeans leg bumps yours and I move my intense gaze from your eyes to the open neck of your fitted shirt to check out your muscular chest.
A: “What are you implying with that?” I try to look pissed off. “I don’t like what you’re insinuating. Talk like that could get your ass kicked,” I threaten with a straight face. My heart is thumping fast.
K: “You think you could kick MY ass? Let’s go upstairs and find out who’s tougher then, pussy! I know you want it.”
A: “Don’t call me pussy.” I look you up and down and hiss at the bartender, “let me close out, pal. I’ll pick up this guy’s tab too. It’s probably the last drink he’ll be ordering for himself once I get through with him “
You get up and with a tilt of your head to the right say “elevator’s over there, pussy”
“Now you’ve got me steamed,” I growl. “Lead the way.”
K: I notice the handsome bartender seemed excited at the prospect of two of his hot customers fighting in private, and grinned. I should probably invite him to come watch. “Follow me, pussy. You probably just wanted to check out my ass anyway,” I chuckled. The elevator opens and I hold it for you. We’re the only two in there as the doors close and there is practically steam rising from both of us. As if by signal once the doors close we are in each other’s face, chests pressed together, trash talking. “You wanna fight me, punk? Let’s go right now!” you grunt. Fists balling up. I growl back right in your mouth so close we could almost kiss: “Suck my dick, pussy. I’m gonna fuck your shit up. You wanna wrestle or fight?”
A: “Suck your dick? You think I’m into guys like you are? That’s why we need to settle this like men. So back the fuck off”, I scream pushing you against the elevator wall. “We’ll go to your room and wrestle and I will show you that I’m a real man and that you were out of line with your insinuations,” I say.
You still look a little startled that I pushed you but you shake your head and say “Whatever dude, follow me”
As we head down the hotel corridor my head is spinning. And maybe, just maybe, I do notice that your ass isn’t half bad ............

K: “Fucking closet case asshole” I grumble to myself. “Looks like someone needs to be taught a lesson the hard way. I can be into dudes and be more of a ‘real man’ than you, whatever that is,” I toss over my shoulder at you. As I close the door behind us, I grab you by the shirt and slam you into the wall, my face right in yours. “You’re about to get your ass beat by a homo and I bet you’re gonna like it.” Just to make the point clearly, I press my body into yours up against that wall and kiss you roughly- just long enough. Pressed together like that, I feel your dick stiffen, and that’s all the answer I need. “Wrestle me, fucker!” I growl as I kick off my shoes and unbutton my shirt.

A: “You’ve misread this,” I say as I spit into a tissue. “Time to teach you a lesson.” I unbutton my jeans and slip them off. Socks come off next. I unbutton my dress shirt and see you gasp at the well-groomed silver hair on my pecs. Off my shoulders it goes and I’m left there staring at you, wearing only black bikini briefs.
K: I'm transfixed as I watch you strip. "Damn I chose well," I say, thinking about the seat I picked in the crowded bar as I peel off my socks, then jeans to show nearly identical black Hugo Boss bikini briefs with a nearly identical and unmistakable bulge growing in them. Being a pecs man, though, I gasp and then growl when I see that chest of yours. This is gonna be a real man2man wrestling match - same age, same size, same type - just two men who have to settle it. Now that we're both in fighting gear in our black bikini briefs sporting pulsating bulges, I decide to lay down the challenge. I step right up to you until our pecs and bulges are touching, nose to nose, and growl in your mouth, "Wrestle me man. Loser sucks the winner's cock." Hell, I figure I win either way, but I know I'm gonna wipe the mats, well, mattress, with this punk. He looks like he thinks he has to defend his heterosexual honor. He has no idea what's headed his way, especially since he apparently thinks gay men are limp-wristed pussies who couldn't wrestle if their lives depended on it. This is gonna be fun. Before he can answer (although his mouth is hanging open in shock), I grab him in a bearhug (everything lines up nicely) and the fight is ON.

A: I see the look of misplaced lust in your eye but figure I’ll go with it, lull you into a false sense of security and then pounce. A feeble attempt at a bear hug on your part allows me to pull back on your left arm and in the same movement shove you face down onto your bed.
“Fucker!!!” I yell as I land on top of you. My chest and (now) erect nips pressed into your back.
I’m not into dudes but can’t seem to control the bulge in my briefs and the unmistakable spot of pre-cum staining them. Oh crap. You’re gonna think I’m into this. “I’m gonna teach you a lesson now, pussy man,” I growl into your ear, my full weight pressing against your back and my cloth covered bulge pressing into your butt crack.

K: "Oh fuck this is gonna be fun!" I say mostly to myself, but you hear it. I can already feel your stiffening cock grinding and humping in my asscrack. Although I am a top, I kinda like this level of assplay and besides, I know it's really getting to you ... already! So I buck my rock hard ass back into your grinding humping hard-on and growl. As you're lost in that moment, I reach back and grab you by the head and slam you onto the bed beside me. In one movement, I flip you on your back and jump on top, locking on a REAL bearhug and grapevine that will leave you gasping for air and moaning in pain. That allows me to start grinding our bulges, now rock hard, into each other. The electricity between them is unmistakable, and your eyes fly wide open and you gasp, our faces pressed together. "Wrestle me, fucker," I growl in your open mouth, and linger there ... humping and grinding.

A: That move surprised me, and my reaction to it surprised me more. Is something in me changing? I’m staring in your eyes now. There’s something there drawing me in. I raise my head and shove my tongue into your mouth. They tangle for a bit. You’re moaning and hard as a rock and you relax your grasp a bit. I’ve planned your demise perfectly as I take your momentary weakness and turn it into the end. I flip you over so that I’m on top of you sitting straddling you looking down on your handsome face
K: I've already won, I say to myself, but now I need to show this stud who's the real stud and who's the boss. Smiling up at you, I reach up and grab those pecs, pound 'em a couple of times, squeeze, then start playing with your nips. I lick my fingers seductively and work your already erect nips, eliciting just the kind of groaning that makes my dick even stiffer, as I see it does yours too. While we're both enjoying that, I decide to show you some of my strength and skill. I grab you behind the neck, bring your face down to my hairy muscled chest, and grapevine your legs to flatten you out on top of me, locked down. Then I shove you down by the shoulders and clamp my hard, hairy thighs around your neck in a triangle choke, trapping your right arm in there too. That leaves you gasping for breath while your face is pressed into my hard cock, with only a thin pair of briefs straining unsuccessfully to contain it between you. The tip of my cock is actually poking out, with a little precum right there next to your mouth. I ease up a bit because I don't want you to pass out - at least not yet. I just want you to see what you're up against, and that a fag is kicking your ass. And that you're liking it – nothing wrong with that. Just for fun, and to make the point, with the triangle choke still locked in I reverse us so I'm on top now. I let go and slide down a bit, freeing up your arms which I then pin to the bed above your head as I slide up and down along your muscled body and now rock hard cock poking out the top of your briefs. Now it's my turn. I shove my tongue into your mouth as I start teasing your nips again. That passion surprises you but then your tongue wrestles mine back and you go for my nips too. I like this kind of fight, I think to myself as it intensifies and you are clearly enjoying the action.

A: I come to the realization that there’s only one way that I’m going to win this battle —and that’s to get inside your head and do what you would do to emerge victorious. And that means letting go of some of my hang ups and not worry about labels and just do what you would do —BEFORE you do it. So my hands and tongue go to work. With you now on top, I wriggle my way down beneath you and use my tongue on one tasty nipple while my free hand plays and teases the other. You’re moaning, almost crying out it feels so good. Time to switch. My tongue goes to the other nip and my hand takes over on the opposite one. You’re grinding your hips against mine and succumbing to the pleasure. But your indulgence has made you sloppy and I flip you over so that now your stomach is on the bed and I am on top. Time to show you who’s really boss. I pull on your briefs as you struggle against me to keep them on. “I’m in charge!” I scream, as I rip and tear those briefs off your hot ass.

K: Fuuuuuuuuck yeah! I'm gonna let him THINK he's in charge, until it's too late, I smile to myself. I wriggle forward out of my briefs as he yanks them down, and spin around. We face off on our knees on the bed, me naked and hard, him hard and poking out of his little briefs. "Let's wrestle for it - see who's really in charge." I know my years of experience will overpower and wear this strong fucker out but I want to make sure he learns his lesson and we both have fun in the process. He's never going to forget this lesson! Hands fighting for position, I shove his head down and lock on a front headlock. Then I hook his left arm and flip him on his back, with my cock and balls now dangling just above his face as I face his feet. I can feel his hot breath on my balls and my cock is getting even harder now. Then I look down and see he is fully erect! That's the green light I wanted. I start teasing his nips and then smack his face a couple times with my hard cock. Then I grab his legs, bring them up over his head so his ass is right in front of me. I rip those briefs in two, exposing his ass and letting his hard cock pop out pointing right in his face. “Let’s even things up, cowboy. Cock to cock!” I spit right in his crack and rub it around a bit so he feels the sensation, smack his ass, and am rewarded with a soft moan and growl. Just then he does something I didn’t expect, and it made me let his legs go with a thud.
A: We’re both stripped down now, defenseless, dripping with sweat. I’m not into dudes, so this erection and arousal must be something else, something more visceral brought about by the fight. So that means that any actions I take are just fight induced and I can’t fight any impulses, no matter how foreign they seem to me, if I want to win. I’ve gotta do something unexpected and so, when he hits me in the face with that hard cock and starts rubbing his spit in my asscrack, I decide the element of surprise is all I have. So I open my mouth wide, and let the head in. Tastes better than I thought it would. And I begin to suck. He begins to moan, drops my legs and like the “fag” he is, quickly maneuvers himself so that his face is in my crotch at exactly the same time and I feel his warm lips engulf the head of my leaking cock. We remain like that for a minute or two, 69ing with legs locked around our rival’s head, rolling back and forth on the bed, punching and grabbing at each other’s muscles, and then I realize it’s now or never. I take my mouth off his dick, jump off the bed and look at his surprised sweaty body on the bed gazing up at me. “Time to end this once and for all,” I scream and do a flying leap from the floor back onto the bed landing on top of him. We both know the end of this bout is upon us....
K: “FUCKER!” I scream as he leaps on top of me. I am incredibly turned on by his aggression, and it makes me even more primal! We are now both in flames to defeat our rival in this alpha wrestling match that has turned into a sexfighting brawl no holds or holes barred. As his muscles land on mine I lock him up immediately in a bearhug squeezing the fuck outta him, and clamp on a double grapevine so neither his legs nor his cock can escape the fight. We struggle like that, rolling back and forth taking turns on top, grunting, growling, cussing, panting. He doesn’t know it, but this is my favorite kind of action. “Fuck you, fight me pussy!” I snarl at him, knowing it will piss him off. “Fuck you, faggot!” he yells heatedly. “It’s a faggot kicking your punk ass, and I think you’re more like me than you want to admit!” I counter. We have each worked a hand into each other’s hair and are getting more aggressive. I prolong the back and forth struggle until I can’t take the sexual tension anymore. While on top, I disentangle our legs and grab his, twisting them abruptly to flip him to his stomach, face in the mattress. I get my hooks in underneath and inside his legs, lock on a rear naked choke, and flatten him on the bed with my pecs in his back, my hard dick riding his sweaty crack in a menacing way. "Want me to put you to sleep, or just enjoy the ride, fucker? You submit?" I growl.

A: I don’t know if it’s his smell or our sweat or the lighting in the room, but this battle is making me more aroused than I have ever been in my life. And like when a mother is able to suddenly lift a truck that has run over her child, I find the strength to flip my opponent over onto his back and flip myself over so I’m staring right into his eyes. Our nips are touching, and our sweaty dripping cocks are mashed up against one another. Our mouths meet and kiss as passionately as we were battling just a minute ago. My hips find an innate rhythm they didn’t know they had and my pelvis starts pumping into his. We meet each other thrust for thrust until the load in my balls starts its ascent. I’m about to scream “I’m cumming!” when, unbelievably, those exact word come out of him. Together, we shoot enormous loads of hot spunk between us, the reward for a fight well fought.

K: "Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk" we moan in unison, grinding out the last drops of cum between our sweaty muscled bodies, then going back to kissing passionately as if we were going to devour each other. I roll you over so we're side by side facing each other. "Glad I pissed you off, buddy," I smiled. "By the way, I'm Kevin. And since we didn't quite settle this, I think we have to wrestle again." “I’m Andy,” my satisfied rival replied. “This has been very informative, and I think round two will be even more so. How long did you say you’re here for?”