want to, I mean…you don’t know how bad I want to!”

“Yeah…I do know how bad you want to, ’cause I want to just as bad…maybe more even!”

“What about what Pete said?”

“What was that?”

“That we shouldn’t get each other off until Friday…”

“You heard wrong, my young ‘non-legal’ minded friend! What you thought he said, and what he actually said are two different things! He’s a lawyer, and some afternoons after I get out of class I stop by the courthouse and just listen to him try cases and give summations to juries…and I’ve learned a lot! If you remember, he said two things…one, he didn’t want us to ‘spill the spunk,’ and two, he didn’t want us to ‘suck each other off,’ remember?”

“Yeah – that’s exactly what he said…which means…”

“Which means shit…he left a door open big enough to drive a truck through! He said he didn’t want us to ‘spill’ the spunk…said nothing about ‘shootin’ the spunk, right? Hell, I only ‘spill’ spunk when I’ve jacked off about four times in one day…rest of the time I ‘shoot’ it, don’t you?”

“Well, yeah…”

“He also said he didn’t want us to ‘suck each other off’ – BUT, he didn’t say we couldn’t suck each other…AND he didn’t say we couldn’t get each other off, did he? He just said he didn’t want us to do it by sucking! The defense rests! Now, you ready to wrestle?”

“Since you put it that way…!”

They hit the mat, and were soon caught in a tangle of arms, legs, cocks, balls, hands, fingers, knees, lips…their sweaty bodies sliding on and off one another, their sweat slicked, rock hard cocks and tight balls slipping out of each other’s grasp constantly as they went for each other’s rings.

Out of breath, they took a breather - a sort of “mini-truce”…and lay side by side on the sweat soaked mat.

Randy sniffed a couple times. “Hey, man…I smell somethin’ that smells just like cum – is that really what I’m smellin’?”

“Yup!”

“Where from?”

“Mat…sweaty bodies do strange things to dried cum on vinyl!”

“You’re kiddin’…like when Rod and Pete were in college?”

“More! This mat has never been cleaned…and there’s been gallons and gallons of jizm spilled on it…have even left more than a couple loads myself!”

“When?”

“Bunch of times…first time, I had just hooked up with Pete…he matched me with Rosie…”

“A woman? C’mon…!”

“Roosevelt – worked as a paralegal for Ron, Pete’s law partner…hot, hot black dude about 26…I was 20, I think. I had never wrestled naked before…actually had never wrestled at all except in gym class. Anyway, we got set up in a ‘ring’ match like we’re gonna have Friday night…and he had me tied in knots and hotter than a cannon! He got my ring off after about fifteen minutes…and all he had to do was wrap his fist around my bone…didn’t even have time give me one stroke…and it was all over…I shot all over