Commission Sweatybirb
Crimson pressed down over Rusty, hot breath spraying from one man's face to the others in a ceaseless contest. Worn. straining muscles splayed with beads of sweat over their furry down. A wide smile pressed thin over both mens muzzles. The tension of the moment holding for a few long moments before Crimson slipped. Rusty sliding muscles up against the front of the much larger bird before slipping out of his grip.
"Ha! Almost had me there~"
Infront of Cimsons cursing mouth was a stiff shaft, unsheathed tangerine dripping with drops of precum. Proof of just how intense this wrestling contest had been. It wasn't a product of any potential sexual fantasies between these two friends of course. Just a natural product of wrestling, the manliest sport of all!
"Ggrr.. I'll get you pinned eventually. Your gonna be glad we stretched when I do~"
The two hetero sexual birds locked arms again. Struggling and panting for dominance in this field of athletic achievement. While their eyes locked and muscles strained against one another, the pair of shafts standing proud from their groins kissed. Tips mixing sexual juices a completely unavoidable accident from the game.
On the backfoot, Rusty slips out from the tense exchange, diving down. Only to be immediately caught. Squawking in surprise before Crimsion pins the smaller birds arms to his sides and squeezes him close to restrict his motion, completely accidentally sheathing his steamy rod inside his wrestling partners muzzle and pumping his hips instinctively a few times. The sound of erotic gagging forcing Crimson to let go and reset.
As the birds took up stance again there was no apology. Why would there need to be between such good friends? It was only understandable that in such an intense moment one side might get advantage of the other, and instinct might kick in to breed whatever warm, comfy hole was infront of you. Just a product of too much testosterone of course. Nothing to be ashamed of.
Bulky, muscled arms tested themselves again, this rime Rusty was able to slip behind his best bro and start a full nelson. But with the height difference. It was inevitable that his avian rod would slip into that sweaty, muscled. Textured asshole of Crimson. Those downy cheeks cushioning a few seconds of relentless pounding, the workout Crimson's prostate was getting forcing out a full throated erotic Squack.
"Oops. Sorry bro."
"Its cool bro."
Without a moment more of regret Rusty stepped back, his sloppy breeding pole throbbing in frustration as the wrestling rager couldn't be satisfied yet. Crimsons own cock was reacting in a similar way. The well sculpted pair of men actually had a lot more strain from their blue balls than their muscles at this point, the husky panting imperceptibly taking on a different tone.
Their next altercation found the pair in a scuffle on the soft ground. Firm drooling rods pressed tightly against eachother, nuzzling up and down as their owners struggled against one another, trying to get enough leverage to flip from their sides to pin the other side down. At some point their muzzles already pressed so close together had opened, swapping spit and wrestling with their tongues.
Of course this wasn't close enough to something gay to call a reset. It was still a form of wrestling of course so how could anyone claim it wasn't part of the sport. The groans shared between them weren't anything perverted like that. It was just proof of how intense this duel of muscles had become between them. Frotting cocks and twisting tongues leaking fluids all over the mat was no different from blood shed on the battlefiend! Their gyrating hips was just an unavoidable byproduct.
"Haaa. your so hot dude."
"Yeah this gets my blood pumping man. Your muscles are insane, its just begging for me to get in there."
"I totally get what you mean bro, I feel the same way."
Sharing words of friendship only renewed the vigor of their sweaty embrace. A puddle of precum forming between the dueling manhoods. Both thrashing and throbbing for the smallest bit of pleasur-Leverage. Before finally Crimsons muscles slacken at exactly the wrong moment, flipping him onto his back and then completely around once again.
Rusty is on him in moments, shorter body needing to press down over every inch of open back. Maximizing contact between the sweat smeared down over both of them to push Crimson as deep into the mat as possible. In the ruthlessness of his manuvering Rusty had of course plunged sheath deep into his friends molten tailhole.
Lacking in leverage for a true pin, Rusty's wrestler instincts kicked in. pounding his hips down against that raised ass of Crimsons. Battering it down with ruthless thrusting over and over! The sloppy wet slaps and erect cock dissapearing into asspussy mere sidenotes compared to this new wrestling maneuver!
Even Crimson couldn't manage to call fowl over something as petty as accidental anal sex in the face of such a daring play. His muscles twitching and straining under this relentless show of masculinity. Only his hindquarters having the wherewithal to raise up in defiance of the staggered blows. Gritting teeth showing his absolute dedication to not forfeit the match.
"Wait a minute.. This isn't wrestling. This is gay sex. No homo."
"Oh yeah, that was close. No homo.."
It was Rusty who had the philosophical revelation first. Both men slowly, almost hesitantly, dragging their bodies away from each other, Crimson shivering as the shaft that had readjusted the shape of his asshole dragged out, leaving a dribbling waterfall of man juice falling out of his naked asshole.
A bit of a spritz and chug of water and the pair was at it again, arms locked against one another, husky stares drinking in every bit of eachothers flesh. Cocks thrashing with the adrenaline and other such hormones that made them so erect despite their completely straight sexualities.
Twisting themselves quickly into another knot the two strained and faltered against the other mans physique. Neither willing to admit the stalemate against their opponent even as fur rubbed soft against rods and their wriggling became less and less heartful.
"So hows your girlfriend doing?"
"Ah, shes.. I'll be honest man, she got way too clingy. Insisting we sleep together and stuff.. And im like 'I'm too tired from wrestling' and she got really angry. So we broke it off. Dont tell the guys though."
"Yeah bro I got you, that sucks."
"What about that tail you were gonna chase?"
"Ehhh.. I've just been so focused on working out and sports and stuff, I haven't gotten around to it..."
The two men shared a moment of completely platonic understanding, looking deeply into eachothers eyes, while their bodies remained all twisted up, breaths spreading the unmistakable flavor of eachothers mouths over their partner. Until they shared another feverish round of tongue wrestling, all the more intense for the deadlock they had put themselves into.
Soon enough things had gotten out of hand again, with sheer might Crimson had broken their deadlock. Lifting Rusty's entire body up taught against him. Naturally battering the smaller birds insides with the insertion of a strong mans avian shaft in the process. The full carry giving Rusty no chance to resist.
"Ah, damn you got m-Mmph!"
Before he could call forfeit Rusty was muffled, somewhere in the time they had been locked together Crimson had caught a secret weapon. His own long discarded jockstrap stained with sweat and precum pressed firm over Rusty's nose. Every labored breath stained in the unmistakable musk of a true shining example of masculinity.
In the meantime Crimsons instincts couldn't be restrained. Every hard motion of his hips sending the smaller bird he had lifted up jiggling from head to toe. The closest chance of escape from the grab being the heavy pounding from below that Crimson himself was giving. Rustys insides trying and failing to catch the invading cock taught, only to be forced through and speared on that slippery man meat. Every hilt pressing dangerously hard on Rustys cum button, just this sensation making his blue balls ache with opportunity.
"Haa~ Fuck. I told you that I'd get you. Damn.. even though you stretched your still so fucking.. Tight~"
Of course Rusty couldn't respond. Muffled as he was by the jockstrap. It was a good prank he had to admit. He DEFINITELY couldn't just shake his head away from the infectious stink of his friends crotch. He was totally stuck here getting his ass reamed sniffing a dude's discarded underwear.
Crimson on his part couldn't rear in his baseline desi-Instinct. Wet slapping and groans of intensity spreading throughout the house. Each and every collision of strong hips against tight glutes spreading shocks of sensation through both men's bodies. Their balls swinging in tandem while the exposed and helpless penis of Rusty thrashed in a squirting interpretive dance.
"Nngh~ Fuck! Take it~! Take it take ittakeeiaaah~"
The pent up need from Crimsons long and hormone ridden wrestling session took control of him and his no doubt purely competitive desires as his thrusts blended into a blur, pummeling the tight inner walls and crushing the cumbutton of the smaller bird, balls tightening up and shaft throbbing all throughout the deepest parts of Rusty, slamming a few final times into the orgasming hole of his bro before dumping his own hot load of seed.
Both men frazzled and panting, paused for a few long moments, the pretense of being muzzled gone as the jockstrap had slipped to the side of Rusty's mouth, quaking aftereffects of their orgasms threatening to topple the bodies of the pair as they slowly. Second by second. Recovered from the tingling aftershocks spreading from their sexes. Only for a knock to sound loud on the door.
"Hey! Rusty! Crimson! Its time to head out to the tournament, you guys gonna bail after practicing so hard?"
"Ahh.. I'm sick."
"Yeah we actually got some weird chinese stuff uhh yesterday. And we both hurled real bad, cant do it today. Give em hell and whatever."
"... Alright. You guys sound kinda out of it. Your not just bailing out to do gay stuff right?"
"No way!" "Couldn't be us."
"If you say so.. Stay safe."
A few moments of tension passed in silence after the conversation through the door. At some point Rusty being set back down on the mat. Both men wringing their hands and sweating fiercely.
"You think he bought it..?"
"What do you mean, we definitely arn't doing any gay stuff.."
"Yeah yeah no I mean of course. We're totally straight. We said no homo and everything. But I mean about being sick.. Yeah thats what I mean."
"Ah yeah I guess. I mean I am feeling a bit weird.. Maybe you should take my temperature?"
Ass gaping, dripping with cum, Rusty shot a wry look at Crimson, who feigned a bit of dizziness to lay ass up down on the mat. Accidentally knocking over and then picking back up a bottle of wrestling oil, despite the label calling it lube it was definitely just normal oil for wrestling.
"Of course bro, anything for you bro."
Hours later squacks of unmistakable pleasure still rang through the house, wet slapping noises and fierce moans could barely be restrained by the walls. Hot sweaty bodies the peak of masculinity locked in a ceaseless contest of 'wrestling' as they took turns being on top.
Occasional heartless words passed between them 'no homo' 'my bad I slipped' and so on. But every time a fresh load of hot, sticky cum stained feathers white. A much more genuine, heartwarming voice came out.
"I love you bro" "Love you too man"