Oh yeah my cock would fight yours to the death anytime.īoth men froze realizing where this was going. You fucked my wife with that fag cock of yours.
But neither could deny the fight going on in their pants.
Jim on top of Mark, they still held onto each other and would take turns punching back and sides. Soon they were punched out and exhausted from the first round. The two enraged males continued punching, writhing and rolling on the floor. You're the fag, you got a hard on for me. As they rolled both men could feel the hard shafts collide in each others pants.both tried to keep the fight in other places, but instinct forced them to ram their hips together. Inside Mark was fighting his own erection. Jim could feel he was getting hard, he tried to ignore it, but was afraid Mark would feel it and mistake it for a gay thing. Mark kept imagining Jim's cock inside his wife.as they fought and struggled together bodies wrapped tightly, something began to awaken below. I'll kill you bastard, each shouted as they fought on. Panting and grunting they refused to let go. Their bodies writhed and legs locked and unlocked as they fought it out. He turned and they glared and in seconds Mark and Jim were in a bearhug and rolling around the room.
Mark placed the Do Not Disturb sign and threw the bolt. Mark jammed the petal to the metal and arrived mintues later. Once inside Jim was flushed with anger and a little hesitation, but there was no way to back out now. Jim made a dash for the motel and swiftly secured them their place of battle. Mark told his wife he was going to work out and would be gone at least three hours. Mark's body seethed with rage, but he quickly agreed and told Jim to call his cell phone with the room number. "OK, meet me at Motel 6 on Old Mill road, we can go there right now, get a room and fight it out - if you're not afraid pussy boy." "Look keep cool a second.can you make an excuse to go out for awhile?" Knowing it was now or never, Jim brazenly called Mark back.Mark answered. both men wanted to fight right then and there. "I'll call you later and we'll settle this," Mark said, slamming the phone down. Their call was broken by Jean coming home. "Screw you, I ought to come over and kick your ass right now" "You bastard you fucked my wife" snarled Mark. Mark called Jim when he knew he was alone. Now both men were filled with mutual hate, and determined to confront each other. Not surprisingly - both women were good Catholics - Jean soon confessed to her husband as well. But remembering the way Mark's wife Jean had flirted with him at dinner a few weeks before, Jim decided to get even and it wasn't long before Jim had Jean in bed. Later, feeling guilty, Kathleen confessed to Jim.įilled with rage Jim wanted to go direct to Mark's and beat him to a pulp right then and there. They'd both wanted each other for a long time, and soon one thing led to another and Mark and Kathleen were in bed and fucking like animals. But one day while Jim was gone his wife came over to talk to Mark - allegedly about a birthday present for her husband. Two weeks earlier Jim and Mark had been the best of friends. Now with the curtains drawn both of them circled each other fists raised and their big cocks both erect and bouncing as they prepared to fight in a way neither had prepared for or imagined. and both had agreed to meet in a private place where they could fight it out man to man. They had once been friends, now they hated each other. They had come to a motel room to fistfight over their wives.