Playfighting Leads to Ruined Underwear [M] [NB]

I’m back with another story about Brandon! This happened a while after our first hookup, when we were really starting to get comfortable sleeping together. Even before we started hooking up, he and I would get into these elaborate inside jokes where we imagined ourselves as halves of classic movie tropes. Y’know, what if I was a knight and you needed rescuing from a tower, what if we were a reluctant team-up of daring adventurers, what if we were the only two people on a desolate Arctic research station. That sort of thing. Totally normal stuff to talk about for two good friends who definitely aren’t going to have lots and lots of sex in a few years.

But lately Brandon had been leading a lot of our silly imaginary scenarios down the general path of ‘enemies to lovers but also they’re still enemies.’ Someone always seemed to be getting shoved against a wall or straddled with a sword at their throat. It happened so many times that finally I had to call him on it.

“Dude,” I said on a phone call with him one night. “If you want to try out some kind of sexy fight situation, you could just ask me directly.”

A long pause. “I could?”

“If you wanted to.” I waited. Nothing. Just phone static. “Of course,” I continued, “it kinda seems like you don’t want to, so -”

“Wait, no, I want to.”

“Want to what?”

I’m sure he could hear me grinning over the phone at that point, because he let out a frustrated sigh. “What you just said.”

“Babe, if you’re going to ask me to help you live out one of your fantasies, the least you can do is tell me what I’m helping you live out.”

Brandon sighed again. After another long silence, he finally said, “I want to fight you. Not actually fight, because I know you’d break me, but sort of play-fight in a way that leads to sex.”

“See, was that so hard?”

“Yes.”

He visited me a few days later. I hadn’t bothered to dress up, as I usually did, because I knew I’d be taking it all off almost as soon as he walked through the door. We made small talk, but not for long. I told him it was fight time, and we both stripped down to our underwear (it was hotter than hell at my place thanks to an A/C malfunction, and anyway what’s the point of a sexy fight if you’re fully clothed?) and knelt down to begin.

Now the reason Brandon had said I could “break him” is because he knew that back in the day I did BJJ (Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, for those unaware). Brandon’s not a big guy, and even though I was out of practice, I’m still pretty strong and fast from my BJJ days and it was almost hilarious how easy it was for me to push him around, take him down, and pin him over and over. He was flushed and breathing hard before I’d even really broken a sweat.

I decided to give him a bit of a break – it was supposed to be a playfight, after all, and I could feel my competitive instinct kicking in – so I pinned him more decisively to the floor, holding his hands down above his head with one palm on his crossed wrists. I smiled and tilted his chin up with my other hand, kissing his neck, paying particular attention to the spot just behind his ear, which drives him crazy.

Sure enough, Brandon let out a whimper. I felt his thighs tense, and I gently nipped the skin of his neck and rocked my hips back and forth, rubbing against his hardening cock. Brandon whimpered again. He was breathing hard.

“Had enough yet?” I murmured against his neck.

Brandon shook his head.

“Do you want me to let you have a round?” I asked. “Be a little less aggressive?”

“Sure.”

So I flopped over and went, “Oh, no, I’ve been defeated, what ever shall I do, I am completely at the mercy of my rival,” and he laughed and climbed on top of me. And just like I’d done to him, he pinned my arms over my head and started rubbing his cock against me, positioning himself so I could feel his erection between my legs. If I’d been able to, I would have pulled his underwear off and fucked him right then, but it was his fantasy we were fulfilling, not mine, so instead I moaned as he sucked on my nipples and thrust his cock harder against me.

Brandon moved a hand from where he’d been keeping my arms pinned to the ground in order to run his fingers through my hair, and I saw an opportunity. I pulled him in for a long, deep kiss, and just as I felt him pulling back to thrust his cock against me again –

I flipped him over onto his back, landing next to him with an arm braced across his chest and a leg thrown across his knees so he couldn’t get up. I immediately went for his neck again, sucking the spot behind his ear until there was a dark purple hickey there. Brandon’s legs tensed and his hips shifted. I could see wet spots of precum dotting his underwear as his cock strained against the fabric. Experimentally, I put just a tiny bit more of my weight on his chest, and he moaned, letting out a desperate “fu-u-uck.”

“God, how long have you wanted this?” I asked, slipping my free hand into his underwear and running my fingers gently up and down his cock, teasing him as I kept him pinned to the floor.

“So long,” he gasped as I wrapped my hand around him and began to stroke, long and slow.

“Well, now that I’ve got you exactly where I want you-”

I didn’t get to finish what I was saying. Brandon let out one last low moan and came, hard. He covered my hand in cum, and as I continued to slowly stroke him through it, his orgasm just kept going, There was a massive wet spot on the front of his underwear, and some of it was dripping down his thighs. Brandon laid on the floor, sweaty and exhausted, and sighed.

“Thanks,” he said.

“What are you thanking me for?” I teased, getting up to find some tissues. “I won.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vcb3yy/playfighting_leads_to_ruined_underwear_m_nb