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Honestly, I was glad he wasn’t done because after that rough no-rules 30 minute brawl, I wanted more and clearly so did the young soldier. He wanted to redeem himself. After he challenged me again and spit in my face, it was ON wilder than ever. I was still on top pinning his arms down and grinding into him and he was bucking wildly trying to throw me off. That was hot, but I thought it was only fair to reset, so I gave him a punch in the chest and climbed off, gesturing at him to come at me. He grinned an evil grin, which I mirrored, and we crashed into each other with no finesse and no defense, just swinging, and by this point buck-ass naked. 

We staggered around the mats clinched up throwing punches until a well-placed foot behind his tripped him to his back on the mats. That started a wild scramble for top position, rolling all over the mats tangled up, swearing and sweaty, punching each other wherever we could. I locked a bearhug and grapevine on him and he grabbed me tighter. I poured on the pressure, flexing my pecs into his, my biceps bulging. He started turning red and struggling to breathe, and at the same time grinding into me from head to toe. He lifted his face to mine until we were panting into each other’s mouth and grunted out a strained “fuck youuuuuu, Sir!” “Fuck you, punk!” I growled as I kept squeezing. One of my strengths is maintaining top position, but I had to admit that rolling around catballing with this soldier was hot and he was actively humping me, the horny fuck (and that’s a compliment). As we melted into each other’s sweaty muscles I rolled us and we started catballing all over the mats cursing and growling fighting for Alpha. I shoved one hand in his face to show dominance and he grabbed my by the throat with both hands. “Oh, is that how you wanna fight, fucker?” I snarled, throttling him back. By this point he was rock hard and my hands around his throat made him throb (I felt it with my hard-on). As we choked each other our faces got closer and the curses intensified: “fuck you, punk. I’m gonna grind you into the mats.” “No fucking way, Sir. My cock will fight and fuck yours.” “You wanna cockfight, boy? Let’s fucking GO!” And we started focusing the fight on our warring weapons, the center of this Alpha fight where the older stud defends his home turf against the young stud challenger. By this point our fight had taken on a life of its own and was barreling towards the only possible conclusion, humping and smacking cocks together until we both blow our loads all over each other. I could tell he was getting close from his breathing and his grunting “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Fight me! Fuuuuuuuck!” That brought me dangerously close to the edge so when he grabbed me even tighter, shuddering and growling “fight me! Fuuuuuuuuuck!” I mirrored him and his eruption came only a couple seconds before my own.  Both of us emptied our ballsacs in between our tangled sweaty bodies, growling and cursing. After about half a minute we relaxed and he rolled on top of me, still softly grinding to get the last drops out and let the spasms subside. I wrapped my arms around him tightly and pulled him to me, his head resting in my neck, both of us enjoying the feeling of sweaty, sticky muscle on muscle. After a couple minutes, our breathing now calm and in sync, he lifted his head, fixing me with his eyes intently, and growled, “This isn’t over. I will fight you again until I beat you.” To illustrate his point, he sat up and popped a double bicep pose over me. I traced his biceps and pecs and abs with my hands, squeezing the biceps and triceps and lightly punching his pecs before teasing his nipples, watching carefully to gauge his reaction. Sure enough, he closed his eyes and moaned softly, that and his stiffening cock giving him away. I slid out from under him mirroring his bicep flex and he took his turn squeezing and punching my biceps and pecs, and then went for my nips, lightly teasing them as I had his. Now it was my turn to close my eyes and moan softly, eliciting an evil grin from my sweaty opponent. “It looks like you want to fight me again too, Sir!” I gave my cock a few quick strokes, staring intently into his eyes, and said “Any time you want some - bring it!” The grin on his face said it all, as he simply growled “2 am here.” I looked up at the clock, realizing it was less than 24 hours away, and smiled. “I’ll be waiting.”