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The trash texting began almost immediately. Match 2 was going to be different. I was really going to be surprised since he held back. I was going to really get it this time, etc.

This went on, sometimes a couple of times a week. We went back and forth for a couple of months. Almost like two teenage kids, although neither of us has been a teenager in a number of years. It was just a matter of time before we would meet again, but it was going to happen. Since I won the first match he decided that I would get to do one thing to him before the match. My idea was to have a prematch walk with him being fingered, ending in front of a mirror for us both to admire. He said it was a mean heel of an idea, but it was fair since I had won Match 1. He’s such a good sport, but I also think that secretly he liked being my jobber, but he’ll never admit it.

I shared the details of the first match with anyone who would listen. Someone even described him as my ‘Wrestle Crush’ and the term seemed to fit.

Well this time it was my turn to head out to CA to visit some friends and family. Once I confirmed some things we began to make arrangements for the rematch. It would definitely be an oil match for sure. He would again wear his black briefs from before (black briefs on a guy are truly my weakness, so I was going into this round at a disadvantage. I would be weak at the sight of that bulge). In the meantime, I had also purchased a similar style brief, so the oiling would at least be even.

Finally the day arrived for my trip. After a short flight in, I turn my phone on and immediately receive a taunting text from my Wrestle Crush! Uggh…I can’t let all of my excitement show, since I had to grab my luggage and pick up my rental car. That began the real countdown to the rematch.
After I checked in & showered, he arrived right on time, with waters in hand. OMG, he was more handsome than the first time we met. How was that possible? There were some more taunts exchanged and then time for the action to begin. I was sure that he was ready to even the score, so I had to mentally prepare myself for my defeat. I could feel my manhood stiffen up and because I’m uncut, immediately I start to drip at the sight of those form fitting black briefs. We oiled each other up and he announced that he was ready to accept his punishment since he lost the first match. Funny thing….I couldn’t humiliate my crush like that. Plus, I told him that I didn’t want to hear any excuses about being weak from prematch activities when he lost match 2. Yes….my cockiness was starting to come back, well at least on the outside. Finally after the oil-up it was time to roll. We both came out strong and ready for action. Headlocks, scissors, grapevines, grinding, whispering taunts in the ear….it was hotter than the last time. It seemed that I was getting the better of him earlier on this match. Could it be that I could possibly take match 2 as well? We continued on, this time without a break at all! Well not a water break…there were a couple of moments where I had him pinned down & I would grab oil to reapply it to him. Hopefully it felt like a break to him, since it sure felt like one to me. I managed to get an advantage over him again and it wound up being a hot grinding moment. With me on top it was easy to whisper taunts in his ear. “What did you say was going to happen this time chumpster? This looks familiar!” After more rolling and applying of holds…we wound up in the same reverse school-boy pin position from before. Here again before my eyes was this now stripped down red piece of manhood right at my disposal! I reversed into another grapevine hold and planned on whispering more sweet taunts in his ear. Funny thing happened in working my way down to his ear. Our facial stubble seemed to intertwine just like the crotch hairs. This seemed to really get me going. Then all of a sudden I got the urge, well as long as he was down and weakened to move my lips from his ears up to his lips and kiss him. It seemed to make him even more weak. He’ll claim later that I forced it on him, but I swear he forced right back. Well after some more pummeling by me, it was time to apply my signature hold to him. I again used the reverse school boy pin and had my hands and fingers going to work. This started to feel so familiar to me. It didn’t take as long this time, and after a couple of applications of more oil, I felt the sweet victory of warm man juices flowing through my fingers.
Yes I had won match 2 as well!!!

Ironically we both agreed that instead of best 2 out of 3 we would have to make it 3 out of 5. Again the taunting began soon after we said our goodbyes (& yes he force kissed me on his way out the door…again).

About a half hour after the he left I received a text that simply said “Damn”. I don’t think either of us believed what had just happened.

Since then there have been plenty of trash texts exchanged. I can’t wait to see how match 3 will work out.