Wrastlemania

If I haven't mentioned how much I love Mark lately, then SHAME THE FUCK ON ME! 

As those of you that regularly read my posts may already know, I've been experiencing some unexplained fainting and dizzy spells as of late (Corey Jo thinks I might have gotten knocked up, but she forgets, my shitter is no place for a baby.  One has gotta be all man to go in or out of my sweet assed, turtle's cove).  

But I digress,  Mark has truly been my hero these past 10 days or so.  Commuting a 2-2 1/2 hour trip back and forth every day, so he can be with me, take time out of his own busy schedule and drive me to my tests and appointments, AND put up with my foul, pent-up, frustration induced tantrums with nary a complaint.  Fuck, I wasn't even putting out for the fucker!!

So Sunday morning came around, it was raining and miserable here in sunny So Cal, and without even asking, Mark grabs the lease, whistles for our(?) dog, and takes her out for her business.  Still a bit groggy and tired from my whatever the fuck it is, I realize a) I'm feeling better than I have in days, b) I'm finally feeling a little blood come back to my dick and c) it's SUNDAY and time for our WRASTLEMANIA!!! 

I know Mark, I know he wasn't going to push me past my limits, and up till this point, I couldn't even get on the treadmill without feeling dizzy.  So I knew he wasn't planning on our weekly ritual of wrastling about.  Getting up with a stretch and a quick pee, I throw on my jock from the last time I tried to exercise (mostly clean, but ripened just enough for my manly stank to rise to my nostrils) and put a clean one of his on the door knob to our bedroom.  

Feeling a little out of breath, I lie back down and wait for his return.  As I start to slightly nod off, I hear him come in and rustle about the house, getting the dog food out, and talking to her like she's human, and, finally, coming to the bedroom door, where, I am sure, he sees his jock hanging.  I can't help but picture him outside, shit ass grin on his face, as he completely disrobes, his thick cock plumping with excitement, and, bending at the knees, pulling up his wonderfully tight, perfect fitting jock.  Ass sticking out the open, strapped back and his plumped up cock stuffed and bulging out of the pouch.  The pictures in my mind seem to rejuvenate both my energy level and my own pouch enclosed cock.

When he comes in, he doesn't pounce, but looks at me with concern, "You sure...?"

I give him my most convincing scowl, "Bring it on, BITCH!"

Proud chest pumping, thick arms and shoulders bull rushing towards me, he dives onto the bed, slices his heavy forearms against my legs, and quickly drops me to the bed.  I'm feeling overwhelmed, but I do my best to grapple and fight against his strength.  Normally, we're pretty equal, different strength's and weaknesses, but equal in overall abilities.  However, this day, I am quickly over-matched, finding myself de-jocked, on my back and jock-tied like a hog with his now sweaty, once cock stuffed pouch, wrapped about my face.  

FUCK, but I HATE to LOSE!!!

His muscled body was far from lathered, as he made such quick work of me, but, with blood pumping, his body was warm and inviting as he wormed his way in between my legs, bound at the ankles along with my wrists, and, putting his full weight across my chest and abs, he reaches with his lips to my ears and whispers, "You ok, Rafi?"  

A little out of breath, and feeling a little light headed, I give a muffled groan, as I feel the HEAT from his cock, burning at my hole.

"Yeah, horny, so fucking horny.  I haven't cum in DAYS!"

With his cock still lodged at my hole, his fat head slippery with his fluids, I feel his breath move from my ears, as his lips travel across my neck, down to my pointy nubs, along the ridge of my rib cage, across my flat stomach, and finally to my turgid, red and flaring cock.  

"OH, FUCK!"  

I had almost forgot what it was like to be played, his magical lips brushing at my head as his tongue did flips along the length of my cock.  Now, dizzy with lust and arching my back, I let loose not only my pent up cum, but my pent up fear, anxiety, love and angst that has filled my days for the past couple of weeks.  I had a massive over load and zero control of it, as I spurted and shot my love into my beautiful Mark's sucking lips and swallowing throat.  

I might have had a small black out, as I came, but I wasn't about to tell him THAT.  I knew Mark needed some release, too, and  I wanted him to use me for his pleasure. 

"Fuck me, Mark.  I gots the itch! FUCK ME NOW!"

I think he knew I was struggling, putting on a good face, but, like my good soldier, he lubed my ass up, and shoved that big fucking dick up my ass, just how I like it.  Legs still in the air, he un-bound my ankles and wrists, and rested my legs on his shoulders.  Then, proceeded to push and pull along the walls of my burning ass, fucking me to Heaven and dropping his thick load into my Hell bound ass, as I sprayed a second load all the fuck over myself.

The rest of the day was spent relaxing and recovering from my exertions, and meditating my thoughts on today's appointment with the brain doctor.  

No real new news, on the fainting front, but I am now scheduled to get an MRI of my brain.  It's scheduled for Wednesday.

I won't lie, I'm more than a little scared...