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I’d been anticipating the oil match for months, since I planned the trip to Canada. MadeInCanada (MIC) and I oil wrestled a few years before, and I was sure that this match would be even hotter. Earlier in the day we had a great match in my hotel room, but the main event was to oil each other up and see who would cum first.

After laying out the mats we both stripped out of our shoes, shirts, shorts and bikini briefs - we were naked, standing barefoot toe-to-toe, cock-to-cock. MIC poured some vegetable oil on my back and chest, handed me the plastic jug and began rubbing the oil over my body. I did the same to him, placing the jug on a nearby stack of papers.

My hands moved over his shoulders and to his back, rubbing the oil all the way down to his ass, with a couple of my fingers lubing his crack. MIC did the same to me, while kissing me on the lips, neck and ear. Our hands moved to one another’s chest, then down to the waist and finally our cocks and balls. I picked up the jug to get another palm full of oil to liberally apply more to MIC’s cock, and poured some into his palm to do me. We took turns kneeling down to rub the oil that was dripping down our legs onto our quads, calves and feet.

Both of us were now all boned up as we grinned at each other, locking arms to engage in the struggle. My foot slipped out from under me, but as we were locked together we both fell to the mat.

Oil wrestling is a lot of fun since you end up slipping and sliding over one another. No one can usually apply a hold for very long, since it’s relatively easy to escape. The best strategy is to get your body behind your opponent in a rear naked choke hold while wrapping your legs around his waist which gives you the most leverage. I did just that to MIC, taking my free hand to rub his ass, using my middle finger to feel his hole. I could tell he liked the sensation as he stopped struggling for a moment and let out a sigh.

I removed my finger from his ass and wanked his cock. I felt his body tense as my palm moved over his greased cock and my fingers lightly tickled his oiled up balls. MIC’s cock was getting much harder when he fiercely struggled free of me. I fell face first on the mat. As I tried to get up my hands and feet slipped on the mat again causing me to fall forward giving MIC the opportunity to jump my back. He did just that.

Now it was his turn. MIC wrapped his left arm around my neck while his right hand massaged my ass. I knew what was coming. I felt his finger deep up my tight hole. At first it hurt a little, but then as I relaxed and he got deeper I felt my cock grow. He had me wrapped up with his legs as I had him just a minute ago, and then he started to nibble on my ear.

My weak spot.

I felt myself melting again. Shit! That’s when MIC moved his hand from my ass to my front and started to wank my greased up cock good. I realized I wouldn’t last long so struggled to get free. I got to my knees as he got to his.

We were both breathing heavy facing each other. We locked arms again, our heads pressing against one another’s shoulder. I reached down between MIC’s legs and picked him up, flipping him down on the mat. “OOOOOOFFF!” he exhaled, kicking and struggling. I tried to apply a cradle but his slick body proved elusive. The mats were as slippery as we were. It was crazy slipping and sliding all over the place.

“Fucker! I’m gonna show you whose the better wrestler!” He said.

“Bring it!” I answered diving at him again.

I landed on his chest as he fell on his back. I flipped him over and straddled him in an attempt to apply a crab but lost my balance, as the soles of my feet were just too slick to hold MIC in place as he thrashed about to get loose. Then it was my turn on my back with MIC sprawled out across me. He was working my lubed cock and balls good while I took a moment to get my breath back.

“Mmmmmmmmmm” I squirmed feeling my cock swell to a rock hard state. I felt his palm slide up and down my shaft and then over the top of my knob every third or fourth stroke. My toes curled as my legs tightened.

“Fuuuuuuccccckkkkkk!” I gasped.

“Give it up!” MIC yelled. “I feel your precum leaking Brian!” I felt his fingers massage my balls to well me up more.

I had to get away. I mustered all my energy to buck MIC off me. He went flying allowing me to tackle him from behind and go to work. I had him in a leg scissors with access to his package. I worked him really hard again.

“You like that bitch, don’t you!” I taunted.

His eyes were closed which was a good sign, except he was wiggling out of my hold. He formed a sly smile when he opened his eyes, escaping my hold. We were both on our knees again.

We kept at it for another good 20 minutes applying hold after hold to one another, stroking each other’s cocks to keep each other hard. Eventually though we’d slip out of one another’s hold. We were both getting a little tired – and we weren’t as slippery as the oil had rubbed off some.

“Hold on,” MIC said, walking on his knees over to the jug. “Let’s put on a little more oil.” He was hard as a rock as was I. We poured oil onto each other’s chest, our hands quickly going to one another’s cocks and balls, this time more aggressively working each other.

“AAAAAAAUUUGGGHHHHHH” I exhaled

“RRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHH” MIC groaned.

He leaned against me and I fell backwards. MIC crawled up my chest putting his hands over my nose and mouth so it became difficult to breathe. I shook my head to one side and the other to get some fresh air but had trouble. I felt like I was going out.

Suddenly MIC flipped positions so he was 69ing me, but wrapped my head into a fig4 scissors. His legs pressed my face into his ass, so I tried to rim him best I could. I squirmed under him as he sucked and wanked my super hard-on. I felt myself welling up again when he stuck his finger in my hole while wanking me.

That was it. My cock hit the point of no return.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” my body convulsed as I sprayed my man juice all over the mat.

“Good match, stud!” MIC said, milking the last drops out of me as I continued to squirm from the sensations.

"Fucker! You got me again." I croaked, recovering from my orgasm.

MIC just smiled at me.

A few minutes later MIC would enforce the stakes we agreed to. It was a hell of a match. One of these days I hope to get him. But today wouldn’t be it.

I had asked him to wear one of his sexy Speedos for our next match, which was months in the making, as madeincanada (MIC) lives in Toronto—a place that I don’t often frequent. He arrived at my hotel room, we embraced, after which he stripped down to a fucking hot blue N2N pouch low-rise bikini with a half net/mesh back exposing his tight little left butt cheek. His member hung nicely in the pouch, begging me to fondle it before we got down to business.

My dick grew inside of my aussiebum royal blue bikini brief as we groped and kissed. His fingers lightly cupped and worked my balls while I alternated between brushing my fingers across his nylon-clad cock and using the heel of my palm to apply more pressure. I also cupped his balls through the nylon. MIC groaned as he grew harder, and I felt my heart rate and respiration increase.

In the middle of a deep kiss I pushed him down onto the bed in an attempt to mount him, believing that surprise would help my cause. While I outweigh MIC by a good 30 pounds, he has always been able to melt and consequently dominate me in our wrestling matches. MIC’s wrestling skills are superb, but that hasn’t deterred me. I know that I should be able to dominate him as I’m a good athlete while not a great wrestler, but my muscle and weight advantage have always instilled unfounded confidence when I’m against him.

But he somehow knows how to get the better of me.

As quickly as I jumped on him he somehow reversed me. Finding myself mounted and on my back I knew that this wasn’t a great start. Our plan was to wrestle back and forth for a time in the hotel before going to MIC’s place where we would have the main event—an oil match—first to cum loses.

His hands locked down my wrists, his weight pressing down on me, immobilizing me—at least temporarily. “You’re in a familiar position I see jobber,” MIC taunted. I struggled to reverse, but his surprising strength kept me pinned on the mattress.

“On the mats you’ll have a tougher time with me stud,” I cautioned. “I’m sunk into this mattress so it’s hard to reverse you.”

“Always an excuse for you jobber,” MIC replied, lowering his face next to mine. I knew what was coming next, as he kissed my neck and ear, his tongue tickling and exploring me. Goose bumps formed on my skin as I audibly gasped.

Shit! I thought. I was melting again.

He kept me down like that for what seemed like an eternity. I was mounted, with his hips grinding me in numerous attempts to grapevine my legs as I struggled to resist. Our nylon-clad dicks jousting felt great to both of us, as we were hard as rocks. Suddenly I found myself schoolboy pinned. MIC reached back, aggressively working my package with one hand while he pulled his hard cock out of his N2N, stuffing it into my mouth.

“Suck THAT jobber!” MIC chortled, clearly enjoying his command. Having no choice I took his cock between my lips, at the same time feeling myself well up, my balls growing hard, starting to pull back into my body. His back arched and he exhaled as I ran my tongue under his knob.

I attempted a reverse by lifting my hips and legs in an attempt to get my feet around his head and pull him down off me. He dodged my feet. That’s when he decided to teach me a lesson. BAM! I got gut punched!

“OOOOOOOF” I grunted in pain, tensing my abs and pulling my knees up to shield myself from another round. MIC pushed my knees out of the way and hit me again. Then again. I kept trying to guard myself with my knees only to have him push them out of the way and punch me again. “UUUUGGGHHHH,” “UUUUNNNHHHHHH” “OOOOOF” I struggled. MIC wasn’t hitting me too hard that it killed, but hard enough that I got the message.

“You have enough?” He asked.

“Fuck….” I replied. He climbed off me, letting me up.

“I’ll give you another chance,” he said. I didn’t really want it that way, feeling humiliated.

I nonetheless rose to my knees on the mattress. MIC had this shit eating grin on his face that I desperately wanted to wipe off. We were both still hard. “Let’s change into other gear,” MIC said, grabbing his backpack. He threw out a Stars and Stripes thong for me to wear while he put on a Canadian maple leaf Speedo. MIC is an unabashed Canadian national, proud of his nationality. He loves to abuse his American counterparts.

Shaking my head, I slipped out of my Aussiebum and put on the thong while MIC stepped into his red, grey and white Canadian national Speedo. Adjusting my package, MIC stepped behind me, running his hands on my bare ass cheeks. “You’ve always had a nice ass!” he said, then suddenly pushed me forward onto the bed, mounting my back, putting me in a full nelson before I knew it.

“FUCKER!” I yelled. I thought we were going to do more back and forth in the hotel—it turned out it was ending up more of a kick Brian’s ass in the hotel warm up to the oil match to come.

MIC just laughed at me in response, grinding his package into my ass. Then he started with the neck and ear kissing again. My dick was welled up. I soooo wanted to cum. I was able to roll out from under him though, and get him in a headlock. I torqued him as he wrapped his arms around my midsection. He tried to squeeze me in a sort-of bear hug but it had no effect.

I was really squeezing his skull hard though. Finally I was inflicting some damage on him. “You give?” I asked, continuing the squeeze.

No response.

He was wiggling, and I was trying to hang onto him but our bodies were slick from sweat. Damn! He escaped my hold.

We were back on our knees, locking our fingers of each hand together. That’s when MIC pulled me forward, a trick I fell for the last time we wrestled, so it frustrated me when I fell for it again! As I lurched forward landing on my stomach MIC quickly mounted my back, pulling off my thong in one move, and pulling his off as Speedo well.

He torqued my left arm behind my back, causing me to howl in pain. Just as I was considering how to get out of this mess, he wrapped his right arm around my throat, pressing his flesh into my neck. I was going to go out so I tapped. “I GIVE! I GIVE!”

He released me and threw me down on the mattress. I was still on my stomach. “Get on all fours!" MIC barked. I did as told. With both hands he spread my cheeks apart and spit into my hole. He started to rim me.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuccccckkkkkk” I gasped.

He had also reached around me and was working my dick hard. The rimming continued for quite some time. I was his. I didn’t care what was going to happen anymore. He stuck his middle finger into my tight hole, feeling around, trying to get it to relax and expand some. “Like that fucker?” MIC asked.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm” I groaned. From my all fours position he rolled me over, straddling my face in a 69 position. He stuck his dick into my mouth again, while he took mine in his. “OOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” was all I could mumble. He got me super hard then started to alternate sucking and wanking me. He was going in for the kill.

I felt my balls tighten. MIC must have noticed that too as his fingers lightly tickled their undersides. He pressed into the flesh between my balls and my ass. I was welling up for a huge explosion. Meanwhile his cock was growing in my mouth.

He started wanking me forming an “okay” sign with his index finger and thumb, quickly stroking me right under my knob. When I would get a little dry he’d wet me up good by sucking me for a minute then go back to wanking. I was slowly squirming from the sensations. It wouldn’t be long now.

“You are my bitch fucker” MIC proclaimed, continuing the stroking.

I couldn’t suck him anymore as I was breathing too heavy. “AAAAAAAAAANNNNNHHHHHHHHHH” I groaned releasing a huge load.

“YEAH THAT’S IT!” MIC said, rubbing my juices into my abs and torso. I let out a huge groan from my climax.

MIC was now sitting on my face, wanking himself. His short staccato breathing made it evident that he was close as well.

Exhausted, I grabbed his right foot, massaging his sole. I could feel his body shudder as he neared his own climax. “AAAAHHHHHHHHHH” he yelled as he shot all over my torso. It must have been a huge load by the way it felt. He rubbed his jizz in with mine across my body.

He slowly changed positions so now in a schoolboy pin on me again, his knees next to my ears. Smiling broadly He took his wet, deflating cock and stroked it across my face. I grimaced as his jizz dripped over my eyes, nose and mouth.

MIC collapsed down on me, his face next to mine. It felt good to have his hot sweaty body on top of mine, our deflating, wet, sticky packages in contact with one another.

“So you wanna head over to my place for the real action?” MIC asked, smiling.

“Man do I want this oil match with you! You’re gonna get yours when we do this” I said.

“You’re my fucking jobber and will stay that way…” MIC replied….

Via text messages we engaged in some serious trash talk and figured we were pretty compatible. We had similar stats, interests and were both horny for a sub/erotic match. The accusations and self-serving predictions of victory were going back and forth, each of us drooling for the match.

Mike had mats, he informed me, and invited me to his home. While I was driving to his place however, is when this match got REALLY interesting.

A text message buzzed my phone. I pulled into a parking lot to read it. As I did, my cock started inflating:

"When you get to my house the front door will be open. I'm going to be in a back room. Turn to your left - you will find my master bedroom. A towel and a bottle of water will be on the bed. Help yourself. Get changed into your Speedo. Then come out into the living room where you'll find the mats. Text me 'Ready' and I'm going to come out a minute after I receive your text. No chit chat. No small talk. We just get right to it. We will have time to talk after."

Dusk faded into the dark of night by the time I pulled into Mike's driveway. I sat in my car for a minute, re-reading his instructions, the white/blue light from my iPhone's screen the only illumination. The whole idea of these instructions to open the match was totally hot - but I felt a little nervous. After all, I never met this guy before and had no idea what he was really like. Should I do this?

I had read his recommendations on Meetfighters. He seemed like a great guy from what everyone said. I was convincing myself it was safe. Sure, I decided, this was gonna be fun! I grabbed my gear bag, exited the car and headed towards his front door.

The door was unlocked, just as he said. Upon entering I gently shut the door, but it made enough noise that I'm sure he knew I was in his house. A single lamp in the dining/living room dimly illuminated the area around his two blue mats that were Velcroed together, and looking left I could see the master bedroom he described, so I entered it, turning on a light as I did so. As promised, a neatly folded white towel and cold water bottle were on the crisply made king size bed. A framed photo of Mike and who I guessed was his very hot muscular boyfriend sat on a nightstand.

I emptied the contents of my gear bag onto the bed, searching through my brightly colored assortment of speedos, singlets and thongs for my royal blue aussiebum Speedo, which Mike had previously requested that I wear. He had texted a preference for it since that's what I am wearing in my Meetfighters profile photo and he said I looked hot in it.

I kicked off my flip flops, slipped out of my T-shirt, shorts and calvin klein bikini briefs, and stepped into the blue aussiebum, tying the drawstring. While stuffing the rest of my gear back into the bag I glanced into the mirror on his dresser to make sure my package was adjusted properly as I was already somewhat boned up due to the anticipation. I noticed a small wet spot of precum was already evident. Damn!

I took a deep breath, slowly exhaling my nervous energy as I walked out into the living/dining room. Mike had moved the table and chairs up against a wall, leaving room for the mats. In middle of the table two tubes of lube, one silicon based and the other water based, lay in a large decorative bowl. I stepped onto the apparently new mats, my bare feet feeling good on them. I texted him from my phone - "Ready!", afterwards placing the phone on the table.

I anxiously rocked my weight from my right to left foot and back again as I waited for him to enter from the back of the house, flexing my toes into the soft mat. Waiting for Mike seemed to take an eternity, as the quiet of the house eerily played on my nerves. I believe this was the atmosphere he hoped for.

I heard the creak of a door from the back of the house and faint footsteps. It was finally about to begin!!! My heart raced at the approaching sound of his bare feet on tile. From out of the dark kitchen a figure emerged - I finally saw him. He looked just like his profile picture - bald, muscular, and had on a sexy navy blue pouch speedo with aqua piping. I noticed that he was slightly taller than me when he stepped onto the mat.

We were now toe to toe. Looking directly into his eyes I confidently grinned at him but he returned a determined scowl! He looked serious!!!!

SHIT!

He lunged at me. We locked up our arms - his triceps felt powerful - each of us pawing for the other guy's head - trying to grab the back of it and force it down. We were both somewhat successful as we fell to the mat together, grunting and breathing hard.

"This is hot as hell!" I thought to myself. We were already getting sweaty. I rolled on top of him in an attempt to mount him and get the first sub. This was gonna be one hell of a match...