LET’S RASSLE, MR. PRESIDENT
a/k/a More Than A Streak of Lavender
Part 5 of 5
The two men closed in. The President’s long dark dick rose fully erect. This caused both fighters to simultaneously pause and take this in. They both looked at each other’s equally excited, manfully erect, fully engorged dicks. They exchanged self-conscious, resentful glances at each other and then moved in displaying more determination than ever to settle their fight in a decisive win.
They both swung at each other at the same time. The Captain connected with the President’s mouth. The President landed a glancing blow off the Captain’s cheek.
Blood began dripping from the President’s mouth. The Captain let out a whoop of triumph. “FIRST BLOOD TO ME!” He ran around the area loudly shouting, celebrating his blood victory. He then returned to resume the fight more eager than ever. Both men’s hardened dicks swayed from side to side as they moved towards each other again.
They traded a flurry of punches this time. The Captain took the brunt of this exchange. He staggered backwards, an expression of shock appearing on his face, but still, he just managed to stay on his feet. Angry purple bruises formed on the Captain’s cheek and temple.
The President raised a triumphant fist in the air and smiled tauntingly at the Captain. “Thought I knocked you out. HAD ENOUGH YET, PECKERWOOD?”
The Captain, infuriated at the President’s brag, lurched forward aiming a blow at the President’s at-attention dick barely missing it. The President, now also enraged, retaliated by landing a hard blow to the Captain’s ear. “GOD DAMN!!!,” he shrieked in pain.
The Captain, his eyes full of hatred, roared, “IT’S ON NOW YOU UGLY HAIRY APE BASTARD FUCK!!”
The President snarling in response roared back, “HAVE IT YOUR WAY THEN YOU SOFT, PINK PRETTY BOY BITCH!!
No more circling. The fight was now an all-out brawl. Fisticuffs, shoving, grappling, their pounding bodies slapped together loudly and continually. Their backs, chests and arms displayed bruised red-purple-black marks and jagged scratches. Sweat poured from their bodies drenching one another.
Tempers were past any point of civility. This was an out of control ugly fight and no one could stop it. Old vs. Young. Homely vs. Handsome. Legend vs. Commoner, Commander in Chief vs. Military Officer, President vs. Bodyguard. All of this was boiling underneath their epic struggle.
On the ground, the President attempting to roll the Captain, grabbed his butt cheek. The Captain had the President’s other arm which he was vigorously attempting to overextend. The President howled in pain.
Enraged, seeking revenge, he slid his middle finger into the Captain’s anus, his long fingernail cutting deeply into the Captain’s anus all the way inwards. The shocked Captain let out a string of cuss words. This violation would not stand. He tried to yank the President’s hand away from his ass, but the President kept working his finger inside the Captain’s anus continuing to cause damage with his fingernail. The pain was unreal.
The Captain pivoted grabbing, pummeling and clawing at the President’s ass. The President’s ass began bleeding from the deep scratches. The Captain then worked his middle finger into the President’s anus and retaliated in kind. Both men swore at the top of their lungs.
It became a contest of who could endure the most. They furiously finger fucked each other’s anus with sharp fingernails. The pain was excruciating, but there was another sensation as well. Their agonized moaning gradually subsided into an almost coordinated rhythm.
Eventually, they rolled over on their backs heaving in gulps of air. The Captain smeared a blood-tipped finger over the President’s hairy chest and grabbed an erect dark nipple. He also reached up and grabbed the President’s beard. He yanked on both. The President back-handed the Captain’s face as hard as he could. He grabbed his damp, tousled hair tugging as hard as he could and then bit down on the Captain’s soft pink right nipple. He bit and sucked soaking the Captain’s pec with his drool. This led to an exchange of savage body blows.
They broke away from each other yet again. After another long pause, once more they struggled to get to their feet. A deep purple suck mark was on and around the Captain’s still-wet pink nipple. The President’s dark nipple had a long, jagged bleeding scratch just under it. Both men suffered from the strenuous hair and beard yanks.
The Captain cupped his immensely sore tit. The President felt his aching chin, then his ass scratches and bruises, then his sore anus. As they came together once more, they suddenly collapsed against each other, staying upright only by leaning hard against each other. Their breath came in and out in waves, their arms encircled each other.
Their fully erect dicks came together in one hard slap and stayed together.
The President and the Captain looked at each other, startled at first. Their fists clenched. There was a long pause. Their dicks continued to throb against each other now soaked with pre-cum.
The President suddenly leaned his face downward and kissed the Captain’s lips - tenderly at first, then hard. The Captain almost pulled away out of reflex, then just as suddenly relented and kissed back just as fiercely. He slipped his tongue inside the President’s mouth. The President immediately followed suit with his longer tongue. Their tongues clashed inside their mouths. They kissed passionately for several minutes and then began wetly licking each other’s faces.
They lay on the ground and 69ed to climax.
Later, when tempers finally subsided and after debating the matter calmly, they mutually decided that the fight was a draw but that a rematch was necessary because the question of who was the tougher man had become of paramount importance to them.
The prospect of a future fight made them both hard again. And so they 69ed again.
That isolated hut became the President’s secret retreat. It is not known how many times Lincoln and Derickson fought each other there. And History does not let us know who eventually was declared the victor of their tough man contest.
After 1863, Lincoln and Derickson never saw each other again.
Derickson fathered many children. But no doubt never forgot the moment when President Lincoln gifted him that nightshirt.
dadwrestle (340)
09/01/2021 9:04Damn hot well written story!
tuffchap (1)
10/01/2021 18:35(In risposta a questo)
Buddy, thanks! Glad you liked it.
The new story I'm about to post is over the top also.
rassler (4)
10/01/2021 20:21(In risposta a questo)
Can't wait to read that too! What is about?
rassler (4)
16/12/2020 16:04That's a very good and exciting story (based on real facts too).
Thanks for sharing, hope you'll write more!
tuffchap (1)
16/12/2020 23:39(In risposta a questo)
Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks buddy!
tuffchap (1)
07/11/2020 23:40LET’S RASSLE, MR. PRESIDENT
a/k/a More Than A Streak of Lavender
Part 5 of 5
The two men closed in. The President’s long dark dick rose fully erect. This caused both fighters to simultaneously pause and take this in. They both looked at each other’s equally excited, manfully erect, fully engorged dicks. They exchanged self-conscious, resentful glances at each other and then moved in displaying more determination than ever to settle their fight in a decisive win.
They both swung at each other at the same time. The Captain connected with the President’s mouth. The President landed a glancing blow off the Captain’s cheek.
Blood began dripping from the President’s mouth. The Captain let out a whoop of triumph. “FIRST BLOOD TO ME!” He ran around the area loudly shouting, celebrating his blood victory. He then returned to resume the fight more eager than ever. Both men’s hardened dicks swayed from side to side as they moved towards each other again.
They traded a flurry of punches this time. The Captain took the brunt of this exchange. He staggered backwards, an expression of shock appearing on his face, but still, he just managed to stay on his feet. Angry purple bruises formed on the Captain’s cheek and temple.
The President raised a triumphant fist in the air and smiled tauntingly at the Captain. “Thought I knocked you out. HAD ENOUGH YET, PECKERWOOD?”
The Captain, infuriated at the President’s brag, lurched forward aiming a blow at the President’s at-attention dick barely missing it. The President, now also enraged, retaliated by landing a hard blow to the Captain’s ear. “GOD DAMN!!!,” he shrieked in pain.
The Captain, his eyes full of hatred, roared, “IT’S ON NOW YOU UGLY HAIRY APE BASTARD FUCK!!”
The President snarling in response roared back, “HAVE IT YOUR WAY THEN YOU SOFT, PINK PRETTY BOY BITCH!!
No more circling. The fight was now an all-out brawl. Fisticuffs, shoving, grappling, their pounding bodies slapped together loudly and continually. Their backs, chests and arms displayed bruised red-purple-black marks and jagged scratches. Sweat poured from their bodies drenching one another.
Tempers were past any point of civility. This was an out of control ugly fight and no one could stop it. Old vs. Young. Homely vs. Handsome. Legend vs. Commoner, Commander in Chief vs. Military Officer, President vs. Bodyguard. All of this was boiling underneath their epic struggle.
On the ground, the President attempting to roll the Captain, grabbed his butt cheek. The Captain had the President’s other arm which he was vigorously attempting to overextend. The President howled in pain.
Enraged, seeking revenge, he slid his middle finger into the Captain’s anus, his long fingernail cutting deeply into the Captain’s anus all the way inwards. The shocked Captain let out a string of cuss words. This violation would not stand. He tried to yank the President’s hand away from his ass, but the President kept working his finger inside the Captain’s anus continuing to cause damage with his fingernail. The pain was unreal.
The Captain pivoted grabbing, pummeling and clawing at the President’s ass. The President’s ass began bleeding from the deep scratches. The Captain then worked his middle finger into the President’s anus and retaliated in kind. Both men swore at the top of their lungs.
It became a contest of who could endure the most. They furiously finger fucked each other’s anus with sharp fingernails. The pain was excruciating, but there was another sensation as well. Their agonized moaning gradually subsided into an almost coordinated rhythm.
Eventually, they rolled over on their backs heaving in gulps of air. The Captain smeared a blood-tipped finger over the President’s hairy chest and grabbed an erect dark nipple. He also reached up and grabbed the President’s beard. He yanked on both. The President back-handed the Captain’s face as hard as he could. He grabbed his damp, tousled hair tugging as hard as he could and then bit down on the Captain’s soft pink right nipple. He bit and sucked soaking the Captain’s pec with his drool. This led to an exchange of savage body blows.
They broke away from each other yet again. After another long pause, once more they struggled to get to their feet. A deep purple suck mark was on and around the Captain’s still-wet pink nipple. The President’s dark nipple had a long, jagged bleeding scratch just under it. Both men suffered from the strenuous hair and beard yanks.
The Captain cupped his immensely sore tit. The President felt his aching chin, then his ass scratches and bruises, then his sore anus. As they came together once more, they suddenly collapsed against each other, staying upright only by leaning hard against each other. Their breath came in and out in waves, their arms encircled each other.
Their fully erect dicks came together in one hard slap and stayed together.
The President and the Captain looked at each other, startled at first. Their fists clenched. There was a long pause. Their dicks continued to throb against each other now soaked with pre-cum.
The President suddenly leaned his face downward and kissed the Captain’s lips - tenderly at first, then hard. The Captain almost pulled away out of reflex, then just as suddenly relented and kissed back just as fiercely. He slipped his tongue inside the President’s mouth. The President immediately followed suit with his longer tongue. Their tongues clashed inside their mouths. They kissed passionately for several minutes and then began wetly licking each other’s faces.
They lay on the ground and 69ed to climax.
Later, when tempers finally subsided and after debating the matter calmly, they mutually decided that the fight was a draw but that a rematch was necessary because the question of who was the tougher man had become of paramount importance to them.
The prospect of a future fight made them both hard again. And so they 69ed again.
That isolated hut became the President’s secret retreat. It is not known how many times Lincoln and Derickson fought each other there. And History does not let us know who eventually was declared the victor of their tough man contest.
After 1863, Lincoln and Derickson never saw each other again.
Derickson fathered many children. But no doubt never forgot the moment when President Lincoln gifted him that nightshirt.