11-19-2019, 06:42 PM
Franck and Michael knew each other for a while. They were dedicated swordsmen. Franck seemed even only to be alive when he engaged in action, working out at the gym, having sex with another muscular guy or, above all, playing sword. He was otherwise always distracted and slightly apathic. Michael was gay too, both guys were aware of the preferences of each other, but they were not attracted to each other and never had sex together.
Sam was Franck’ latest lover. But Sam had been seduced by Michael, and turned away from Franck who was still in love with him.
“Let’s meet in the forest, motherfucker!” Franck shouted to Michael after he discovered the situation.
After hunting each other in the field, Michael leads Franck down into the forest to a dried up river bed - a private and open sandy place that is perfect for settling their dispute once and for all. As they agreed to, both men will fight fully naked, with only their sword. They undressed with no words.
The blond Franck was obviously aroused by the excitement of the death match to come. His fully engorged cock was erect and hard, like a second sword. Michael was cooler, and his own half-erect cock was jutting and dangling in front of him.
The two men rushed against each other, swords drawn, eyes locked. Franck's sword gleamed coldly in the dim light of the forest cover; a terrible offset from the warm glow of Michael's long sword, which glowed warmly in his hand.
The two met in the middle, loud clank and sparks flying as the blade clashed.
During the first blows, Michael concentrated on his defence and let his muscles settle into the rhythm of swordplay. After several minutes of attempting to get past Michael's defences, Franck lost his temper and began to batter at him as if to pound him into the ground.
The fight climaxed when Franck stroke with a dangerous thrust from his broad sword. Michael deflected it with its own blade, spinning to strike Franck's other side. The swing was high, aimed for the neck, but Franck brought his blade around to counter it. Locking the swords, Franck spun to thrust his left fist into Michael's stomach. But Michael was too fast, he twisted the blade down, locking his foes sword in his hand guard, and pushing Franck away. Now Franck was open, so Michael pulled his blade, taking Franck off balance, and thrust his long sword into his foe's naked chest.
Franck got impaled on the sword, but he wasn't dead yet.... he let his sword fall from his hand and stumbled forward to hug his killer in a desperate attempt to stay on his feet. As Franck hugged Michael, the latter thrust his sword forward into his rival’s body to the hilt. The tip of the blade popped out of his back, and Franck’s blood spurted high in the air. The fighter’s cocks touched, having a swordfight of their own. This burning contact caused Michael a spasm of pleasure. His dangling cock became instantly hard and swollen, and he shot his load immediately, spraying his victim’s chest. Franck also came in his death throes. He gurgled and arched like a man in orgasm, shooting his final load on Michael, went limp and fell to the ground, dead...
Sam was Franck’ latest lover. But Sam had been seduced by Michael, and turned away from Franck who was still in love with him.
“Let’s meet in the forest, motherfucker!” Franck shouted to Michael after he discovered the situation.
After hunting each other in the field, Michael leads Franck down into the forest to a dried up river bed - a private and open sandy place that is perfect for settling their dispute once and for all. As they agreed to, both men will fight fully naked, with only their sword. They undressed with no words.
The blond Franck was obviously aroused by the excitement of the death match to come. His fully engorged cock was erect and hard, like a second sword. Michael was cooler, and his own half-erect cock was jutting and dangling in front of him.
The two men rushed against each other, swords drawn, eyes locked. Franck's sword gleamed coldly in the dim light of the forest cover; a terrible offset from the warm glow of Michael's long sword, which glowed warmly in his hand.
The two met in the middle, loud clank and sparks flying as the blade clashed.
During the first blows, Michael concentrated on his defence and let his muscles settle into the rhythm of swordplay. After several minutes of attempting to get past Michael's defences, Franck lost his temper and began to batter at him as if to pound him into the ground.
The fight climaxed when Franck stroke with a dangerous thrust from his broad sword. Michael deflected it with its own blade, spinning to strike Franck's other side. The swing was high, aimed for the neck, but Franck brought his blade around to counter it. Locking the swords, Franck spun to thrust his left fist into Michael's stomach. But Michael was too fast, he twisted the blade down, locking his foes sword in his hand guard, and pushing Franck away. Now Franck was open, so Michael pulled his blade, taking Franck off balance, and thrust his long sword into his foe's naked chest.
Franck got impaled on the sword, but he wasn't dead yet.... he let his sword fall from his hand and stumbled forward to hug his killer in a desperate attempt to stay on his feet. As Franck hugged Michael, the latter thrust his sword forward into his rival’s body to the hilt. The tip of the blade popped out of his back, and Franck’s blood spurted high in the air. The fighter’s cocks touched, having a swordfight of their own. This burning contact caused Michael a spasm of pleasure. His dangling cock became instantly hard and swollen, and he shot his load immediately, spraying his victim’s chest. Franck also came in his death throes. He gurgled and arched like a man in orgasm, shooting his final load on Michael, went limp and fell to the ground, dead...