CrossFit Competitors

Chapter 5

However this evening would end, it would end in the next hour.   That’s how much time Pook had left on the clock and I didn’t think I’d be able to endure whatever he had in mind for me.   After electro shocks on my cock and up my ass, and then getting fucked with clothespins clipped to my cock and balls, I couldn’t imagine what else he could dream up.  But I was determined to beat him.  So far, he had failed to make me cum.

Although my hands were still bound to the headboard, he turned me over on my back and took off the blindfold.   It was the first time I’d seen his face since he took control and I couldn’t read his look.   What was he thinking?

I’m now flat on my back with my hands tied to the headboard above me, completely exposed and vulnerable. Still nude, and with his shaft looking like it was ready to explode, Pook climbed over me and placed one knee on each side of me.  He gripped my shoulders, looked me straight in the eyes and said sternly, “This is how it’s going down:   In my car I have a sounding rod that I will use on you whether you like it or not.  But there’s one thing you can do to keep that from happening.”

Sounding was NOT something that I had ever experienced or had any interest in.   As he witnessed that evening, I had a high level of tolerance for kink and pain, but sounding scared the living shit out of me.  Without hesitation I asked, “What is it, I’ll do anything.  I DON’T want to get sounded…..Sir.”  Pook shifted slightly and responded earnestly, “Look Pete, we are both worthy competitors and I believe we’ve proven that to each other.   But what I really want is for you to fuck me for as long as we both can take it.  Having your dick up my hole is what I’ve been fantasizing about since I met you, and now that I’ve seen what a monster cock you have, I wouldn’t forgive myself for not taking the opportunity to have you fuck me long and hard.   So here’s how I’m spending my final hour…….you fuck me for 60 minutes.  And to make sure you do, there’s one condition.  If you pull out of my hole, OR if either of us cums, I’m going to sound you.  How you fuck me is entirely up to you, but I want, no I NEED your dick in my hole for a full 60 minutes”.

I almost wept when he gave me that ultimatum.  As the night was progressing, I loved showing him how to be a man, but I secretly just wanted to fuck him.  The intimacy we were sharing was having an impact on me.   After our CrossFit mating dance, and now tonight, I felt closer to him than anyone in a long time.   And fucking him for a full hour would be a dream come true.

But not without its challenges.   Both our cocks had been hard as steel for the past 2+ hours and had probably produced more cum that evening than the last month put together.    To fuck him for an hour without either of us cumming was likely to be the most challenging battle of the night.  But we had both endured more than we thought we could.   This would our final competition. 

I was resolute in my response:  “You’re on Pook.   I fuck you for 60 minutes straight without either of us cumming.  If I pull out, or one of us cums, you get to sound me.  If we make it, we both get to cum.”  

He smiled, reached over to give me a warm kiss and simultaneously untied my hands and said,  “We’re on stud.”

In CrossFit when you’re given a particularly long and challenging workout, you’re taught to break it into segments, each alone of which should be manageable.   Your goal is to concentrate only on the current segment and forget about the workout in its entirety.  Just count reps of the movement you’re in; when you finish, proceed to the next movement and start counting all over again.  That’s how I decided to make it through the next hour.  I’d break it up into 15 minute segments; and in each one I’d fuck Pook in a different position.   My guess was that changing it up would help make sure we didn’t get carried away in one position and….cum.    All we’d have to do was enjoy the 15 minute segment we were in….just not too much.  

Where to start?    That was an easy one, doggy style.   Pook had already set up his iPhone with a large numerical timer set to 60 minutes.   All we had to do was hit start and the hour countdown would commence.  I looked at the timer, then at Pook and ordered firmly, “On your hands and knees, facing the headboard.”   He looked at me with a look of longing that I’d not seen before and immediately got into position. He was starving for my cock.

Once he was in position, I coated my dick with lube to keep it slippery.  Too much friction would be dangerous this early in the hour.  Kneeling behind him, I leaned over to the table and put my hand on the iPhone.   Before I hit start, I said in his ear, “Ready Pook?”

He replied, “Ready, sir.”

I hit start to commence the countdown and immediately slid my steel rod into his hole.  Having been loosened nicely about an hour earlier from my prostate massage edging, Pook’s hole offered just the right amount of resistance.  Right in, but not sloppy.   Entering, it felt like his hole had been waiting for my cock all its life and wanted me to know that.   It was warm and welcoming. My cock was telling my brain that it doesn’t get any better than this.  The only outcome is to cum.  But I knew I had 59 minutes before that could happen and I’d have to find a way to make it until then.   He groaned softly to let me know he was enjoying this as much as me, possibly more.   I heard him whisper, “Thank you, Daddy.”

I consciencely began a pumping rhythm I could manage.   In, hold for :30.  Halfway out, hold for :30.  Repeat.  There was a second hand on the timer so I could be precise about the timing.    One minute per cycle.  I’d never fucked anyone like this before and it was amazing.   It gave you time to really think about what you were doing and the person you were doing it with.  After pushing in as far as I could go, I would gaze at Pook’s broad shoulders, perfectly V-shaped back, bulked-up arms, narrow waist, and tight, tight ass.   Usually when you fuck, you’re so caught up in pounding you don’t stop to appreciate the person you’re hammering.   But this wasn’t just anyone, this was Pook.  And his 60-minute challenge gave me an opportunity to appreciate him in a way I never would’ve anticipated.   

After several thrusts, I noticed we were already down to 46 minutes, one minute away from completing Segment 1.   My by-the-minute pumping strategy had gotten me through the first segment without cumming or pulling out.  And just as importantly, I got to reflect on my worthy competitor named Pook in a way I wouldn’t have otherwise.  I was the winner for that.

I announced to Pook that we had made it to 15 minutes successfully.   I felt his hole tighten around my cock, assumingly in gratitude.  I moaned loudly and admonished him to be careful.   Any more manhole grips like that would send me into orbit. 

Without saying anything, and keeping my dick firmly up his hole, I gently guided him to lie on his right side, with me immediately behind him on my right side.   One of my favorite positions for fucking is spooning.  It’s warm and tender, and the top has a free hand to explore the bottom.  I’d have 15 minutes of just this and I wanted to use it wisely.   I had my right arm under the crook of his neck and embraced him around his shoulders.   My left hand was free for whatever I wanted.  I started with his right nipple with a slight pinch of my thumb and forefinger and found it was as hard as a tack.  He moaned loudly and reminded me to be careful…his tits were hardwired to his cock and he could lose control if I played too hard.   But damn that firm nip felt nice.  I gently brushed my fingers over it and then more tenderly continued to pinch and caress both of them.   Back and forth from left to right.  It was having the desired effect because the sweat was beading up on his shiny bald head and neck.   I so enjoyed this torture.  All while caressing his nipples I was slowly pumping him from behind, grinding my meat into him, but his attention was definitely on his titties.

About 10 minutes of Segment 2 had passed and I went in for the prize.   Pook had an amazing granite-like cock.   I had deep throated him earlier, but now I got to jerk him off while pumping him from behind.   I tightened my embrace with my right arm and let my left hand travel slowly down his dripping wet torso.   I rubbed his sweaty stomach and thoroughly enjoyed concentrating on his hard-as-marble statuary.   But his huge cock was there, waiting for my left hand and I couldn’t stop myself.   I reached down and firmly grabbed his member, held it tight, and squeezed.  I felt his body tighten and go rigid.  He whimpered, “Oh, Daddy.  Oh, Daddy.”   The guy makes me weak in the knees.    I wanted to squeeze the dick right off him to remind him who was in charge, but his soft pleading persuaded me loosen my grip and simply slide my cupped fist up and down his shaft.   As I did that he sighed loudly and pressed his ass even up into my shaft.   I found a new rhythm now….grinding my cock into him as deeply as I could from the back while simultaneously jerking him off at the same pace.   It was pure heaven.   And like earlier, it became such a mindless pleasure that I allowed myself to contemplate this godlike creature I was fucking.  All his years of squats, pullups, and barbells turned him into a man of steel.   His skin was pulled tautly over his hard muscles.   I’m sure he was no more than 11% body fat.  And I was reaping the benefits.   All of this hardness was mine to do with what I wanted.  I could’ve gone on forever, but I was getting close again and thankfully it was time for Segment 3.   I’d need a different strategy for this one.

“Pook, listen carefully.   I’m going to slide under you on my back and you’re going to swing your right leg over my head so you straddle me with my cock up your hole.   Don’t let me pull out.   Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” came his reply.   “I can handle that, no problem.”

With that, I pushed my cock extra deep into him to ensure I didn’t accidentally pull out and slid under him.   Being the athlete he was, he deftly swung his right leg over my head and squatted right down on my cock.   Good thing he’d done hundreds of squats over the years because he was going to be in this position for the next 15 minutes.   But this was going to be even more difficult for me.  My dick was so far up him I wanted nothing more than to shoot.  He felt so good so fast that I involuntarily started thrusting.   I knew if I continued,  I’d shoot my load in a matter of minutes.  I needed to do something to get my mind off my cock, and fast.   I quickly figured it out.

“Pook, grab the tit clamps and chain and get them on my nipples “fast”, I ordered.   He looked a little confused as he sensed my urgency, so I repeated, louder than before, “FAST”.   He reached over without pulling off me, scooped them up and quickly clamped my right tit, then my left.  When I used the clamps on Pook earlier, I had slowly increased the tension throughout his torture session.  On my orders, he clamped them on me, no mercy, at the high pressure setting we had left them at.  The pain was 90% pain/10% pleasure, but it served its purpose.   My focus shifted from my cock and balls to my nipples, which now felt like they were on fire.  

I closed my eyes, took several deep breaths and let the pain take me away.  Like Pook, there’s a wire that connects my nips to my cock and I knew as soon as the intense pain subsided, that wire would be activated. After the worst of the agony subsided, I opened my eyes and found Pook staring intensely down at me.   I could see the struggle he was enduring as well.   The pleasure on his face from my cock driving into his gut was hard to describe.   But the giveaway was the faucet of precum oozing from the tip of his cock.   I lowered my chin into my chest and found myself nearly face-to-cock with his glorious 9+ inch granite column that, at this moment, looked like a firehose in slow motion.    His pleasure made my pain bearable.   In fact, I would’ve cheerfully endured my current suffering and much more just to bear witness his rapture.

Only one thing could make this moment better.    I whispered, “Pook, feed me your precum”.

He replied “Oh yeah, Daddy”.  

He took his right index and middle finger, scooped up the puddle that had formed on my torso and raised it to my lips.   I held out my tongue and he fed me his sweet nectar.   It tasted even better than what I had tasted earlier and was a delicious preview of what would be coming in just a few minutes.  “Another,” I begged.  Using the same two fingers, this time he targeted the tip of his cock which was still dripping, ladled it onto his fingers and fed me a second time.   We locked eyes.  We were euphoric.  

Between the urgency emanating from my cock and balls, the exquisite agony from my tits, the taste of his salty/sweet pre-cum on my tongue, and the look of ecstasy on his face, my senses were in overdrive.   I wasn’t sure I could take any more.   I looked at the clock, and we had only 15 minutes remaining.  

15 minutes left of what I expected to be the most extraordinary sexual experience of my life, and from what I could tell, Pook’s as well.   The night of sex had been as physically demanding as the most intense CrossFit workout.  And being the competitors we were, neither of us was willing to lose.   Now I had 15 minutes left to fuck him hard.   If either of us came, Pook would sound my unwilling cock, not a pleasant thought.   But if we could hold out, we’d get to experience what promised to be the most monumental orgasms of our lives.

I fully appreciated the gravity of the next few minutes and wanted to live them to their fullest.   I was going all in.

I looked at the clock and there were exactly 15 minutes left.   Pook was continuing to grind his hips into me to get even deeper, so I grabbed them and said, “15 minutes left stud.  One more move.  I want us to carefully flip to my right, your left.  You get under me.  Do NOT let me pull out.”    A huge grin appeared on his face, he couldn’t hide his delight.   “Yes, Daddy”, he smiled.   He approved of how we would spend our remaining time together.

I believe the most under-rated position is the basic missionary position.  The top takes full control of the bottom, and control is what tops crave.  The bottom gets owned and gazes straight into the eyes of the man who owns him.  Their stares are electric.  Aggressively topping a begging bottom is one of the most powerful feelings on earth.  Being agressively topped while staring into your conqueror’s eyes is breathtakingly sensual. The victor and the vanquished.  I know, I’ve been both. Tonight, I was the conqueror.  I decided this is how Pook and I would spend our last 15 minutes together.

We carefully executed the flip and there we laid.  Body to body, face to face, my cock still penetrating his innermost cavity.  It felt so natural, it was beginning to feel like my dick should live in his hole permanently.

I only had 14 minutes left now and I wanted to use every one of them.  I got on my elbows and toes and thrust my cock up into him slowly and deeply.  He tilted his pelvis to take it as deep as it could go and groaned audibly.   I don’t believe I’ve ever experienced more sexual pleasure than I did at that moment.   He was so intentional about angling his ass to take my cock deeper that he might as well have screamed, “FUCK ME” at the top of his lungs.   But moving the way he did to make my penetration more intense was infinitely sexier.   The moment was so sublime that I couldn’t help what came next.  Still on my elbows, I lowered my lips to his and kissed him with an urgency and tenderness that surprised us both.   His response was identical to my advance.  Raunchy porn mixed with genuine affection.   One of the hallmarks of the sex we shared that evening was that we were always on the same page.  Every advance I made, he welcomed.   And every move he made had been exactly what I had hoped for.  There was never a question of either of us moving too fast or aggressively.   We were completely simpatico.

Now was no exception.

I continued my slow, deliberate thrusts all the while tenderly kissing his eager lips and grazing my lips over his brittle-hard nipples.   Our hips were moving together with such natural synchronization it went through my mind that this may be the most perfect moment in my life.   I literally felt as though Pook and I had become one.   But I could also feel my balls starting to creep up, ready to explode.

I still had 8 minutes left before I could allow that to happen.   I was determined not to disappoint him.  I forced my mind to take me to another place so I could keep up this glorious tempo.   I intentionally reflected on Pook’s and my short history together.   The first time I saw his glorious hard body in CrossFit and the charisma he generated.  The time he saw me in a tank top and shouted, “Look at the pipes on Pete,” and gave me an extra-long hug.  His surprise and interest upon learning I wore a jock to CrossFit.  The sweaty, shirtless workouts with congratulatory pats on the ass.  And the courage it took me this morning to ask him over to “talk about the Open”.  It was like a movie that was playing in my head.

I came back to reality and found I was now nose-to-nose with Pook, both of us groaning in passion, the rhythm of our grinding continuing.   There was sweat dripping off the tip of my nose landing right on his lips, to which he responded, “Thank you, Daddy.”  Our eyes were locked in rapture. I was beginning to see stars. I looked at the clock and could barely read we still had five minutes.   I couldn’t hold out at this pace.

I forced myself to drift away again, this time to the beginning of this evening.  The sexy sound of him knocking on the door.  The instant I spotted the jock strap under his shorts and snapped it.   The moment he decided his shorts were too tight and stripped down to his jock…and telling me to strip down as well.   The standoff, both of us wearing nothing but our sweat-soaked jocks.  Me pushing him to his knees and him burying his face in my bulge.   And finally, me ordering him into the bedroom.

The sensation in my groin now overwhelmed me.   We were both covered in sweat and my cock was penetrating him with a depth that I didn’t think could be physiologically possible.  It honestly felt like my dick was reaching up to his heart. My thrusts were now quickening, and he was croaking “Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me” with each one.    Each plunge was deeper, and each cry was louder.

I looked at the clock and it was now down to one minute.   We were almost there.   The culmination of months of erotic workouts came down to what I believe was the most extraordinary moment in the history of time.

The stabbing continued; his piercing cries got even louder.  He contorted himself to take my cock up him in a way I didn’t think was humanly possible.  There had never been such a moment of raw, uninhibited man-on-man sex.   The lust was so crude, so unchecked, I couldn’t believe anyone else had ever experienced it.

Thirty seconds on the clock.

Almost breathless, I croaked, “Thirty seconds Pook.   This is it…”

My cock punched him harder and harder up into his gut.   I was getting even deeper now and roared, “I OWN YOU POOK.  TAKE. IT. LIKE. A. MAN.”

And with each pounding, he’d reply, “FUCK ME DADDY.   BREED ME.  BREED YOUR BOY!”  Our bodies were dripping wet, pressing into each other.  Hot, wet steel against hot wet steel.  His hands were gripping my ass and holding on as if his life depended on it.   My eyes were locked on his, his on mine. 

“This is it Pook,” I gasped.   “Five, four, three, two, one…”

Everything went black.  The orgasm was blinding.   I was conscience, but couldn’t see, feel, smell, taste or hear. 

It felt like time stopped, but I then felt an explosion of ecstasy that started in my loins and spread rapidly to every muscle in my body.  My cock had become a volcano that exploded after a 1,000 year dormancy.   But it wasn’t lava, it was hot liquid silk that gushed uncontrollably out of me and into Pook.  My body shook like I was having a seizure.  I was unable to contain my spasms. 

The next sense that became activated was my sight.   I now realized our faces were inches apart and sweat was pouring off my face onto his.  There was in look in his eyes that conveyed animalistic lust.  If we hadn’t just experienced the most monumental fuck of all time, I would’ve interpreted the stare as threatening, even dangerous.  But I knew he could no more control his facial expressions as I could control my cock.  

The final awareness that emerged remains unrivaled.   As I was exploding inside him, he shot an enormous load of hot jizz over our heads, covering our faces, chests, stomachs, and everything else in sight.   While I was shooting my man seed into his warm, cave-like hole, his hot spooge gushed into our faces like a firehose.   Even my most depraved fantasies hadn’t anticipated this.

The mind works in mysterious ways.   The three elements of this epically raw mansex had happened simultaneously, but my brain absorbed them sequentially.  First the volcanic eruption from my cock into Pook’s gut spasming my entire body body; second, the look of erotic anguish on Pooks’ face just inches from mine; and third, the firehose blast of Pook’s hot jizz into our faces, hair, and beyond.   Those three memories will be burned into my brain forever.

And there we found ourselves.    Panting, dripping sweat and semen onto each other, my rock hard cock still pulsing inside him, although now less forcefully. His cock was slowing to a dribble as well.   Both of our bodies sensually convulsing, albeit erratically.  

Staring down at his cum covered face, I knew what I needed to make this night complete.   I needed to taste the juice that was deep inside his balls just moments ago.  I leaned down to his cheek where lay a stream of his seed, comingled with his sweat.  I lapped it up with my tongue, swirled the deliciously salty goo around my mouth and swallowed.   It was the taste of raw sex.   Seeing another delicious looking glob on his forehead, I scooped it up in my mouth again, but this time I parted my lips and kissed him with an intensity that belied our exhaustion.  He hungrily searched the inside of my mouth with his tongue so he could taste every drop.  Our tongues fought each other for his juice.  When that mouthful was gone, my tongue searched for another, and another, until his entire face was cleaned.   Then he pulled my face to his and found the few remaining steams of his cum, licked them off and shared them with me like I had him.   This meal was the most intimate one I had ever shared with anyone. 

And I still didn’t want this moment to end.   Was there a way to stop time?   The afterglow of the unconstrained, animal sex with Pook was luminous. 

Often, at this post-coital moment when you’re regaining your equilibrium, there can be awkwardness.   That night couldn’t have been more different.  I looked Pook in the eye.  We had no words, but the look on both our faces said the same thing: “That was the most fantastic sex I’ve ever had.   And it wasn’t just the sex.  It was you.”    That’s what I was thinking, and I know it’s what he was thinking.

But it wasn’t over.

Pook opened his mouth and quietly said, “Daddy, I want you to do something for me.   I want to taste you like we tasted me.   Will you do that for me, Daddy?”

I knew exactly what Pook was asking for because I was thinking the exact same thing.   I didn’t respond.   I simply slid down his body to position my face squarely in his ass-crack.   I pulled his legs apart, and gently, but deliberately, pushed my face into his hole.   The smell was intoxicating.   Sweat, cum, lube, and a just a little funk.

I pressed my still hungry mouth to his hole, opened it and he delivered a mouthful of my cum.  I tried to get as much in my mouth as I could to share with him without overwhelming him.   When I got enough I crept back up to him, lowered my face to his and slowly opened my mouth.  He lapped it up even more vigorously than he did his own.  It was amazing that after 3+ hours of edging, torture, fucking, and our monumental orgasms, we still wanted more.   But neither of us would let one drop of the other’s cum go to waste.   We had worked too hard for it.   Beyond our mutual orgasms, it was our reward.  I savored every drop, and Pook did as well.  

The sex we had experienced was beyond description.  And now the after-sex was setting a new standard as well.   Our bodies were completely entangled in each other’s.   I don’t think I could’ve held him tighter, or he me. 

I knew sleep would soon prevail, so I shifted onto my back to allow Pook to snuggle into me.   I wrapped my arms around him, knowing that it was my muscular arms that caught his attention in the first place.   He happily nestled his head into the crook of my neck and spread his nude, sweaty, sticky body across mine, wrapping his arms around me as well.  There wasn’t one millimeter of either of our skin that didn’t touch the other’s.   When he got settled, I squeezed him hard with my arms and asked, “You good, Pook?”

His response.  “Daddy, with those fucking arms holding me like you’re holding me now, I’m good forever.”   I looked into his eyes, smiled, but didn’t say a word.  He knew what I was thinking.

Pook quickly fell into a light, then deep sleep.  He was spent.  I had outlasted the man-of-steel CrossFit athlete.   I looked down at him….head buried in my hairy chest, my meaty arms embracing him, sleeping soundly.

I wanted this moment to last forever.  I desperately fought off sleep because I knew when we awoke this magical night would be in the past.  No matter what the future would bring for Pook and me—casual CrossFit competitors, lovers, or something in-between—tonight would never be repeated.   I tried to stay awake and treasure the sleeping stud wrapped in my arms.    As I gazed down at the glistening Adonis dozing blissfully in my arms, my final thought was this:   Yes, Pook and I were fierce competitors.   Each of us wanted to win tonight’s competition.   But tonight each of us would claim an epic victory.   A victory for the ages.

The End

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Author’s Note:  This was my first attempt at erotic writing, so I’d love your feedback.

This story has two sequels which I’ll post in the coming weeks.  The first is “Pook and Pete” which follows the relationship of our two CrossFit heroes.   The second, “Detour Into Depravity”, picks up Pete’s life about a decade later.   Watch for them.