Page 45 of Advanced Chemistry

Fortunately, my dick threw him off just long enough for me to pin him to the ground.

“Tie score,” Chase said.

“Last round,” Sebastian said, not as focused as he once was. He whipped off his shirt, revealing a chest I’d seen several times before, but never really appreciated. Sebastian was built wide, his arms two big corded strands of rope.

I took off my shirt. Then I kicked off my shoes and took off my pants.

“What are you doing?” Sebastian asked.

“I can’t wrestle in my regular clothes. It’s too constricting. Is this a problem for you?” My boner was outlined in my boxer briefs. I didn’t care to hide it. Sebastian and Chase both checked me out. They liked what they saw.

I adjusted my junk in plain sight. I was proud of my equipment and wasn’t afraid for others to know it. And I wasn’t the first wrestler to adjust himself in his uniform.

“Round three, Seb? Unless you want to forfeit another game tonight.”

“Not even close.” Sebastian kicked his shoes across the floor. A twinge of need flickered in my gut at the sound of his belt unbuckling and then the clacking of it hitting the floor with the rest of his pants.

I’d checked out Sebastian last weekend when Chase was going down on him, but tonight, I got to see him in the light. We’d been friends and roommates, but it was the first time when I truly admired how flat-out gorgeous he was. And how much I wanted to run my tongue across his smooth olive skin.

Was that real or was that my horned-up brain playing tricks on me? I didn’t have time to parse out the truth. I had a match to win.

Sebastian and I went to our corners. He was sprouting wood in his underwear, too, but we both ignored that for the moment. We wanted to win.

“Round three,” Chase called from the sidelines. “And go!”

Off we went. Sebastian lunged at me with such force that I almost hit the floor. I was on one foot, but I fought back, shoving my body against his, our sweaty chests causing enough friction to start a fire.

“Neither of us are giving up so easily,” I narrated for Chase. “We’re trying different moves but nothing is working so far.”

Sebastian tried one move after another to throw me off, but I wouldn’t give up. I wasn’t losing. The touch of our bodies only made me stronger. Sebastian played dirty and grabbed my cock.

“You’re just full of illegal moves tonight,” I said with a smile.

I held firm and tried to flip him, grabbing onto his waist. I got him to bend forward, and sensing an opening, no pun intended, I jammed two fingers against his hole. He faltered and fell to the floor.

“Call it, Chase!” I said.

Chase counted to three. Anton, victor and champion.

“None of that was legal. You checked the oil,” Sebastian said, frazzled, pupils blown wide.

“Checked the oil?” Chase asked.

“It’s a very illegal wrestling move,” I said. “Used to throw your opponent off guard.”

I used an arm bar move to keep him pinned face down and shoved my index and middle finger against his ass’s most sensitive point. Only a thin layer of underwear kept me from sliding into that valley of perfection. Sebastian bit back a moan.

“You asshole,” he said, grunting to get out of my grip, which only made me want to keep going.

“You don’t like getting your oil checked?” I glared at him, every fiber of me revved up with lust. I pushed harder against his hole, this close to ripping a hole in his underwear.

Sebastian raised his hips to give me better leverage, his cock straining against his boxers. I pressed deeper until I breached his opening and warmth enveloped the tips of my fingers.

“Do wrestlers actually use the checking the oil move?” Chase asked. There was a noticeable bulge in his pants.

“Sometimes,” I said. I couldn’t stop looking at Sebastian’s face, awash in need. He’d never given me that look. “Did you want to try?”

Chase squatted down and pressed his fingers against Sebastian’s bouncy ass tentatively.

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