right? I mean, I’ve had a lot of experience, and I probably outweigh you by at least 20 pounds…”

“No shit! I still would like to take you on…”

“OK – winner gets a blowjob?”

“Yeah…I like the way you give blowjobs!”

“Shithead…I said ‘winner’ – that’s me!”

Randy was already rock hard in anticipation of the imminent naked encounter. He tried to mask his eagerness with a casual response. “We’ll see, old man…we’ll see! You’re wearin’ brass, so we can’t do rings…what’s the challenge?”

“Hmmm…how about ‘two knuckle stick’…?”

“What the hell is that?”

“Winner is the guy that gets his finger…any finger…in the other guy’s ass to the second knuckle for at least five seconds. Touchin’…pokin’…grazin’…anything less than five seconds doesn’t count…it’s IN that counts! Think you could handle that? I know Zeb fucked you last night, and none of my fingers are as big as his dick…so I know you can take it…you game?”

“You’re on! Did Rod get your ass loosened up last night? I sure wouldn’t want to hurt an old man…!”

“As a matter of fact…old man? Whaddya mean, ‘old man’? You little fuck…you’re in for the shock of your life…” Pete thrust his hips forward and flexed his fully erect member several times. “You’re gonna love my hot load kid, so get ready!”

They hit the mat, locked hands and began to wrestle, still sweaty from their workout…now working up an even more intense sweat, which “activated” the scent of the multiple loads of cum that had been spilled on the mat over the last couple years, accentuating the sexual excitement of their naked, erotic match. Ten minutes into the match…after non-stop grabbing, groping, stroking, probing…and even a little sucking, Pete plunged his index finger into Randy’s ass…well beyond the second knuckle…and held it there. Randy howled in mixed agony and ecstasy and tightened his sphincter, trying to expel the invading digit…but couldn’t dislodge it.

“Gotcha…!”

“Damn…!”

Pete released him, rolled onto his back on the cum stained mat and said victoriously… “Do me, boy…!”

Randy knelt between his legs and began to manipulate Pete’s already engorged tool and fondle his heavily haired balls…relishing the mature firmness of his genitalia. He kissed, tongued…and finally slipped his lips over the head of Pete’s six inch cut tool…thicker than Zeb’s, but a “delicious challenge” that Randy was enjoying to the full, when Rod entered.

“Whoa…what have we here – my ‘boy’ doin’ my best friend! Don’t let me interrupt…looks like everything is under control…” Randy’s position - kneeling between Pete’s legs…ass in the air, face in Pete’s crotch, was an open invitation to Rod! He hunkered down on the mat behind Randy, fingered the fine line of fur that lined the crack of his elevated ass…seized the opportunity to work a finger into his tight pucker, then reached between his legs and grasped his ringed package with both hands and began to work the young man’s cock and balls, instantly taking him to full arousal. He tugged and rolled his balls, stroked - then pulled his cock back as far as he could