The rain had stopped earlier in the morning and now the summer sun shone through the car windows heating the interior. I was hot already and wound down the window to let some cool air in.
I was nervous. Even more than last time I travelled this way. Today was certainly going to be different.
Only a few weeks ago I had participated in my first erotic mud wrestling match. Something I never thought I would ever get to do.
Out of the blue I had met my opponent Andy, online and before I knew it I was engaged in a hot sexual battle, stripped of my specially bought speedos and was rolling around covered in slippery clay in a large inflatable pool with the hardest cock I'd ever had.
To say I enjoyed the experience was an understatement, even more so because I had won the match. To my surprise I made Andy orgasm and victory was mine. But that is a story for another time.
This time things would be different. Andy wanted a rematch and who was i to say no?
The most erotic thing I'd ever done and I wanted more of it.
It was the bombshell of his suggestion that made me think twice.
"Have you ever wanted to be watched?" he threw in the middle of our online arrangement.
"I have two wrestle buddies that would love to watch us. What do you think?"
I was a little dumbstruck and really wasn't sure if I wanted to share the experience.
I declined the offer and looked forward to our next private match.
For the next two days I couldn't get the idea out of my head. He had planted the seed of something. The more I thought about it the more it appealed to me.
In our last online chat before the match I surprised him by telling him he should invite his two wrestling buddies. What had I done?
I considered cancelling right up until two hours before I was due to leave but I didn't want to disappoint Andy and I wanted another mud match.
The 2 hour journey was mercifully short and my anticipation was growing with every mile. I was soon alerted that I had reached my destination and I parked outside the familiar looking house, glancing straight away at the closed garage that was positioned up the long drive almost behind the house.
As I walked to the front door it opened. Andy stood in jeans and t-shirt that was streaked with grey coloured hand prints. He had recently been mixing up the powdered clay that we would soon be wrestling in. We shook hands and greeted each other and I jokingly asked if he'd started without me as I looked him up and down.
We went into the house and had thirty minutes of coffee and general chit chat before he informed me what time our audience would arrive. I sat and finished my coffee while he showered. He appeared ten minutes later wearing just his white speedos.
At thirty five he was two years younger than me and I could see what a great body he must've had during his twenty's. He was still hot now but similar to me, aging and the process of life can alter things slightly. The speedos never failed and bulged nicely. His tightly held cock and balls almost bouncing as he walked into the room.
I got my mind out of the gutter for a moment and proceeded to take my shower.
While I was drying myself off and pulling on my black speedos I heard the doorbell ring and several different voices could be heard but the words were a jumble through the walls.
After a few more minutes of heart pounding and breathing deeply I made my way back to the living room.
Andy appeared a minute later. I was sure his bulge had grown larger.
"Ok. Are you ready?" he asked.
"Are they here?" I replied suspecting that I already knew the answer.
"They are ready and waiting and very excited" he said, almost laughing.
"Let's go" I said after another deep breath.
We walked to the kitchen and Andy stopped and turned.
"Are we going to enter how we discussed?"
My mind raced back to the last chat and the various ideas and rules we had set down.
There was to be no anal penetration of any sort. If our cocks slipped out of our speedos we weren't allowed to put it back in. First to orgasm loses the match and the loser pays a forfeit and above all without compromising our competitive streaks we were going to put on a good show. I wanted to win again but we'd both talked about the possibility of being humiliated by being forced to cum in front of an audience. It seemed like a fun idea eventually but we both agreed on giving the audience what they want.
The idea in question was to enter the garage both sporting already hard cocks.
My cock was starting to twitch as I admitted to remembering our chats.
"Definitely!" I said
Before I knew it his hand was on my bulging speedos. Gently stroking it as the blood drained from my head making me slightly dizzy. I let out a soft groan as i reached for his neatly bundled package. I could feel his muscle hardening under the soft white fabric, growing with every stroke of my hand. My mind was now a blur and my heart was pumping furiously as nervousness and inhibition started to fade away.
"I hope you're are ready for this" he said almost whispering
"Bring it on" I said confidently.
Both of our shafts were now clearly fully erect and in plain sight through our speedos.
We separated and exited the kitchen through the back door to the garden. The afternoon sun was beating down and felt warm on my body as we walked across heated paving to the garage side-door.
Andy opened the door and entered. As I followed in close behind there was the sound of clapping and cheering. The first thing that hit me apart from the noise was the heat and humidity. The garage was all but empty of everyday garage items. In the center, right where i left it was the pool or pit as we had started calling it. A fair size, it almost spanned the width of the garage. This time it was sitting on what looked like inflatable air beds giving the inside a soft and bouncy feel that we had both suggested since our last match.
Behind the pit was an old beat up sofa that I recognized from being in the corner of the garage the last time. It had been pulled out of retirement to serve the two guys that now sat on it overlooking the pit. Both were fairly well built in the body department and weren't unattractive. They wore only speedos to. Somehow I hadn't imagined that and thought they would be fully clothed. The light grey coloured clay covered the bottom of the pit and had required a lot of work judging by the numerous dirty buckets that littered the garage behind the sofa.
We continued the few short steps to the pit, still both sporting hard ons under our speedos which gained extra attention from the audience. We made our way to opposite corners of the pit and immediately stepped in.
