High performance

by brazboy   

If being an athlete isn’t easy, imagine being the absolute best? Representing your country at the highest levels? That is Juninho’s challenge at most classic final of the world’s most popular’s sport most important competition: the Cockfighting World Cup.

Juninho was sitting on a bench at the locker room, watching his teammates walk around with their deliciously thick and bulky bodies carrying their perfectly well-trained muscles, as their hard members throbbed and bobbed up and down, slapping their abs and splashing pre around. The mix of steam, sweat and the ever-present smell of pre made everyone slightly hard and superbly horny. Juninho himself had his legs spread out, one of the members of the health staff was massaging his rod up and down, so it oozed its thick juices very slowly. He moaned, and then sighed, before complaining that the doctor was being too harsh on his overly sensitive purple glans.

“Stop complaining, do you think the Argentines will be less brutal?” asked the doctor, before slapping Juninho’s wet glans, as he spread lube all over the towering two-meter-long manhood, preparing it for the match. Juninho moaned and bit his lips, feeling the nice professional touch but also feeling nervous as the captain of the national team in a world cup final—the whole country, nay, the whole world would be observing his hard-earned, rounded muscles and especially his long and curved magnificent manhood in a battle with other overgrown studs for the ultimate prize.

That was when the coach called everyone’s attention, and all the 11 lads turned around and sat on their benches around the older but amazingly developed former athlete. Not having to keep the superb mobility required of a professional cockfighter anymore, the coach had allowed his muscles to balloon to the point where he became almost a fixed triangle of hard manmeat, except for his five long and fat limbs pointing out—his thick arms, legs and his ever hard drooling black rod. The coach was so immense, in fact, that he never just walked into a room—he either wobbled by himself or, more usually, as now, he was brought over in a specially adapted ultra-strong wheel-chair.

“Lads! Hunks! This is the game of your lifetime! Some of you may never get another chance at this stage, and whoever wins will take all glories home. The Argentines will bring all they have—their rods, their muscles, their holes, their techniques. They are no newbies and they won’t shy away from anything, any dirty trick, to win. If need be, they’ll slide their arms deep down your slits, to push you to spill your seed. And you should do the same, go as far as necessary, to make everyone back home proud!” said the coach, and the lads cheered, slapping their glistening muscles with their massive hands, or bobbing their cocks up and down against their pecs with wet throbs. The coach’s cock couldn’t help throbbing and drooling more pre, as his experienced eyes took in the view of these young hunks in their prime, and his breathing made their youthful musk fill his lungs. The older man then waved his head calling for his team’s silence, his massive muscle tits flexing amazingly, his nipples casually drooling milk (which an assistant came clean with a towel).

He continued talking.

“No doubt they’ll attack you guys from all fronts. They are coming with a very intense formation, four sliders, three squeezers and two suckers, only two engulfies. I want you lads to make sure all the holes of the sliders and squeezes are filled with something, all right! That is 14 holes for the 11 of you lads! As for the suckers, I want two lads fucking each of them, only in the ass; their lips should be kissed, sliding your tongues inside to confuse them—don’t let them take the initiative and suck your cocks or muscles! As of the engulfies—I want Henrique and Gil taking care of them; make sure to slide your cocks together and don’t let them use their holes to trap any of our sliders’ rods, use your hands to rub their cracks, unless you get the opportunity to eat their assess!” said the coach, and the more he said the more his fat exposed cock throbbed and drooled a waterfall of pre, until he was hard enough that his whole foreskin slid back, and his monster brown cockhead was exposed. “Understood, lads?” he asked, and the jocks screamed back at him.

“Of course, sir!!” they shouted, and then slammed their glistening chests together and then rubbed each other’s cocks excitedly, in preparation the beginning of the match.

“Then go, go, go!” he shouted, and the lads all stood up and trotted towards the door out of the locker room, not without first turning to the coach’s exposed cockhead and caressing it with their hands or humping it with their manhoods, to their collective moaned.

The lads entered the arena through the big tunnel, revealing themselves to the audience one by one—one muscle stud with after the other, their national shield painted on their thick burly right pecs, their cocks bouncing up and down as they walked towards the middle of the arena for the anthems to be played. In the tunnel the fighters had joked and cheered one another, clapping their rods to tease the quieter Argentinians, whose crimson cocks trembled in excitement at the perspective of having the first world cup final with Brazil.

“It is sport, it is the peak of human physical achievement, it is cockfighting!” said the commentator to more than a billion people as the 22 selected lads paraded around the arena and formed their two opposite lines: their captains in the middle, surrounded by the sliders, and then the squeezers and suckers, and the engulfies in the far sides. Cocks drooled over the green grass of the pitch; muscles flexed as the lads teased one another—the Argentinian side was clearly a bit taller and burlier than the Brazilian one, but the Brazilian lads had longer cocks and their balls hung down farther. The crowd roared; many handsome excitable fans were pulling their cocks out of their deliciously tight trousers to jerk themselves at every movement of their favorite team.

The Brazilian and Argentine anthems were played, and then the three musclebound referees entered the stadium—one was from France, one from China, and one from Ethiopia, and each of them was taller and bulkier than the last; their rods covered a length between 1 and a half and 2 meters, and trembled as they swayed their massive muscle mass around the field, with some difficulty. The Chinese referee went to the Brazilian team, and inspected their cocks and assess, making sure to splash the lads with plenty of lube over their rods or, with his finger, inside their cute bottoms, as his own rod bobbed around and splashed pre over the lads’ powerful muscle backs, sometimes slapping them unintentionally as well. Meanwhile, the Ethiopian referee did the same to their fellow Argentine players, except that in his case his muscles were so thick that he had trouble wobbling his hands to actively spread the lube over their thick masculine frames, and this he used his throbbing rod to do so, by sliding it up and down against their broad torsos, cocks and assess, covering them with a mix of pre and slimy lube as he did so.

“Hmmm, ahhh!” moaned the Argentines as the fat African cock slapped their faces and drooled pre over their pecs, making their bulging frame glistening and slippery as the rules demanded, but also turning the hunks incredibly horny, as their nipples hardened and their rods throbbed at full size.

“A world cup final! The Argentine national team came through an exciting but easy group stage, before beating Australia, and then the Netherlands, with an impressive frontal fuck by Leonardo Massa, making the Dutch star Coby Kalgo explode with unabatable strength, coating his team into an 7-2 defeat at minute 79!” said the commentator, recapitulating the previous games of the championship.

“That is right, Fidelix, and what a surprising orgasm that was, it took the whole stadium by surprise and you could feel hundreds of lads ejaculating alongside Kalgo in the crowd, as a collective moan took over the audience, and I’m sure a lot more of them shared the same sexual bliss at home. But we cannot forget the assistance that Massa had from sucker Juan Dypala, who was furiously licking Kalgo’s tits and biting them during several minutes, as well as rubbing his massive throbbing hardon against Kalgo’s face, coating them on pure Argentine sticky pre!” responded the other commentator on TV, and the camera then panned out to show the Brazilian team being groped and rubbed up and down by the Chinese referee.

“The Brazilians, meanwhile, had a very difficult path to this final, having to face former champions Spain and England, with impressive but not overwhelming victories. It was particularly surprising how they managed to make Spain’s engulfie Illan Sanson ejaculate from fucking both his holes at the same time! To make an engulfie orgasm from penetrative sex, it takes a lot of experience and art, and these Brazil lads have certainly brought that to this competition!” said Fidelix, before the other one responded.

“Of course, they have been one of the favorites since the beginning, although it is true that Juninho used his thick lips to kiss and his fat tongue to lick Sanson’s fat cockhead as he was fucking his deliciously sculptured hole, and that kind of combined attack, alongside the assistance by Victor Neto sliding his rod deep inside Sanson’s throat, is what made the popular engulfie explode twenty two waves of hot Spanish semen two days ago at the al-putito stadium,” continued the other commentator, but then as they noticed the anthems and preparations were over, and the French referee sounded the whistle. The match began and the world-class cockfighters ran from their lines to the other team’s positions, smashing right on the middle of the pitch, forming a confusion of arms, legs, torsos and tits, cocks and balls, holes and lips, that was just unimaginable to anyone not watching the deliciously wet fight, live or on TV.

Juninho “Brazilwood” ran straight to beloved Argentine slider Leonardo, their massive bodies clashing as their arms wrapped together and their thick chests slammed one against the other, as both world-class fuckers jested for dominance over their rival’s body, their balls swaying between their legs as their cocks slapped against each other and the other’s muscles.

“Fuck, Ricardo, his ass is exposed, slide your rod in!” shouted Juninho as he managed to spread out Leonardo’s legs with his own knees, exposing his rival’s pink hole even if their cocks are rubbing and their muscles competing and clashing. Ricardo, Brazil’s second slider, managed to duck under Leonardo, and started eating his ass with his deliciously long and masterful tongue, as his hands spread the Argentine’s giant muscle buns. Ricardo’s towering cock, meanwhile, trembled above his abs, as a teammate managed to push another Argentine towards it. In a few seconds the crowd cheered, as Ricardo had managed the great move alongside his team mates, of eating Argentine superstar Leonardo Massa’s asshole while his rod fucked another Argentine slider who was kissing a Brazilian squeezer.

“The Brazilians are going all out, aren’t they Fidelix?” asked the commentator, as more and more people in the audience started jacking or fucking off as they watched the final.

“Indeed, we are just a few seconds in and the Brazilians already managed to complete four penetrations, against only two from the Argentines. They also have 3 rimmings, two blowings and 5 frottings, while for Argentina those numbers are 2, 2 and only 1 frotting! When it comes to attack, it seems the Brazilians are dominating hard,” joked the other commentator, as the players struggled in a mass orgy of muscle, cock, balls, assess, mouths and limbs. Dypala was fucking a Brazilian squeezer while being fucked himself by a Brazilian sucker who was also kissing his mouth and wrapping their tongue together. Everywhere you look there was steamy male sex.

“It’s amazing, Fidelix. Let’s see if the Brazilians can continue spreading those Argentine holes until they ejaculate, or if the last South American champion can react and take advantage of the openings the Brazilian players are leaving unattended,” responded Fidelix, as the referees’ cocks themselves started trembling and oozing, watching the match. The coaches of both Brazil and Argentina, basically immobile due to their massive size, shouted commands from the reserve benches, as their muscles were rubbed and massaged by their assistants. Meanwhile, the audience jacked off and some started to fuck in the stadium and at home.

“There it is, there it is! The Brazilian engulfie managed to squeeze his thick muscular body between Leonardo Massa and Juninho, wrapped the famous Argentine’s throbbing manhood inside his expert hole, while also protecting both of their Brazilian rods between his own and his captain’s muscles! It seems Massa is really in dire straits, and all that the two Brazilians have to do now is to make sure that their frotting and muscle humping doesn’t cause friendly orgasming!” narrated the commentator, as the lads continuously rearranged themselves in the field, like a massive wet mountain of muscles.

As the game progressed all lads became progressively more horned up and all sweaty, but the Brazilian engulfie, squeezed between the two captains and having his ass fucked by one of the world’s greatest fuckers, was in a particularly hard situation. His position was so bad that Brazilian sucker Barbosa jumped atop his captain and engulfie, trying to slide down his massively thick and long cock between Massa’s lip and inside his mouth, and managing to do just that, as his glorious manhood stretched Massa’s throat as he began to facefuck the Argentine star.

“There it is, there it is! Leonardo’s cock, ass and mouth all being taken care off! Even his massive pecs are being squeezed and his nipples pinched! But that means the Brazilians have four men stuck working to make this one Argentine player orgasm, while many of the other Argentine players are only being confronted by only one Brazilian stimuli…,” said the commentator, and Fidelix agreed.

“Right, and I am also worried because in order to keep delivering those deep thrusts inside the Argentinian holes they are ravaging, the Brazilian are really exposing their rears and the Argentines could easily exploit it… there it is! There it is! Argentine squeezed McArthur is sliding his majestic rod inside and through Brazilian captain’s Juninho’s muscle ring… he tries to resist, he tries to contract his rear muscles, but thrusting his hips makes him relax and unable to keep McArthur away! And there we have the replay, cockhead contacts with the tight but powerful muscle ring, and then as the muscle ring trembles, McArthur’s cock slides and pokes and then pops inside the guts of the Brazilian captain! Surely that’s a well slammed prostate right there!” narrated Fidelix, and the commentator moaned, as he was also jacking his cock as all of this was happening.

“Hmm, yea, damn, look at how Juninho fixes his back into an arch now… a full meter of cock slid in one sway inside and through his anal hole… his tits being immediately grabbed and squeezed, and his cock is still rubbing with the towering manhood of the Brazilian engulfie… hmmm, fuck, fuck… there it is, a hand on his slit, a hand sliding inside the cockslit of the Brazilian capitan, ahhhh, ahhh, fuuuuuck! That’s hard… he is being attacked on all fronts… oh fuuuuck…,” moaned the commentator as he ejaculated profusely inside their booth, covering the screens and the window in front of him with drooling white seed. As he orgasmed, so did many other lads watching TV, but the Brazilian captain was more experienced and managed to control the situation by grabbing McArthur’s neck and squeezing it as he turned his torso to the back and kissed him, his fat and long drooling Brazilian tongue then raping McArthur’s throat as his cock trembled and throbbed inside the Brazilian captain’s hole.

“Fuck, fuck, McArthur caaaaaaaaame! 1 to 0 for Brazil!! McArthur fucked the Brazilian captain, but instead of making him come, he ejaculated inside those prized silky intestines… look at those massive balls throbbing, being lifted by his pumping muscles! Look as his muscles suddenly trembling, his thick thighs flexing, as Juninho feeds McArthur his spit before smirking as he feells the Argentinian orgasmic cock dancing inside him and stretching his anus! That is an experience player right there!” shouted Fidelix, taking over the commentary as the narrator was busy ejaculating and moaning.

The game continued for the 45 minutes of the first half, and then the players took a rest, during which they went to shower themselves and also talk strategy with their coaches. The first half ended with a slight Brazilian advantage: 4 Argentine orgasms versus 3 by the Brazilian; still, the final result was a tossup, as all lads were great fuckers and superbly hot. The Argentinians could easily turn this thing around in the second half, was the consensus. Meanwhile, both in the stadium and at home, spectators had come once or twice watching the first half and so they went to rehydrate, before coming back after the break for the second part of the final.

The Argentines had tied the match, 6 to 6. The game was almost over and more than half of each team had already ejaculated, drenching the grass in abundant cum. Most people in the audience had also orgasmed at least once, and so many were sitting, massaging their drooling post-orgasmic cocks, watching the match continue. The cockfighting world cup trophy was at stake, though, and so most of the fans continued chanting, their massive torsos painted with letters, flags, and sometimes even the rods of their idols. Cocks were rubbing on the seats watching over the field, as the crowd relieved their tension with hugs, humps and fucks.

“Let’s go, Brazil!” screamed a handsome muscle stud whose ass was being ravaged by his boyfriend as he watched the game. His massive torso was laid on top of the rails separating the seats from the field, most of his massive pecs hanging outside, bobbing as he was pushed back and forth by his handsome and sturdy boyfriend whose chest was painted in the Brazilian national colors. His eyes rolled, as his member trembled and shot its juices, splashing against the rails and some of it falling on the coaches and journalists below.

“Ar-gen-ti-naaaaaaah!” shouted another hunk on the other side of the stadium, as he humped against his muscular friends—his plus three massive meter-long cocks rubbing up and down together, painted each in gold representing the famous penis-shaped cockfighting trophy. As one mate ejaculated, soon did the other spill their seed too, and so in the scope of a few seconds the four hunks were covered in their own juices, while the game neared completion in the field.

“Dildair, the pressure your hole needs to succeed!” said the propaganda on the signs around the pitch, before being replaced by a bank or something.

Meanwhile, inside the field, the struggle between Juninho and Leonardo Massa continued, even after one and a half hours. As of now, both of the world-class hunks were being fucked by the other team’s slider, more than a meter and a half of cock pushing through their tight holes and stretching their guts to the ultimate level—a large bulge deformed their perfect abs and pushed the stars towards orgasmic achievement, which they resisted at all costs. Their mouths, though, embraced and swallowed the other’s massive manhood, their lips sliding tight up and down the brown Brazilian and the red Argentine manmeat. As Juninho’s thick mouth cushions trembled around Massa’s massive rod, Massa’s muscular hands rubbed his rival’s thick pecs.

Under the world’s watchful eye, the two massive hunks continued sucking each other productively, swallowing the other’s abundant pre which could have drowned a lesser rival, their massive chests clashing and being stroked and groped by the other—a circle of perfect manliness forming in front of the whole world’s audience. The look on Juninho’s and Massa’s eyes was of total focus, but also absolute bliss. Who would win the world cup would be decided then and there! Their holes were ravaged by different sliders, but they only focus on each other.

“Brazilian slider Marcos is pushing his 175 centimeters cock in and out of Argentine star Leonardo Massa, while the Argentinian slider Hernandez is ravaging the Brazilian captain’s ass with his slightly fatter 178 centimeters manhood! The key, though, is in Juninho’s and Massa’s struggle, as each rapes the other’s mouth, the fight of the century! What a match, what a match! They slide, their lips tremble, oh my god! Their muscles thrust those cocks so deep inside the other, their necks bulging immensely to accommodate the 2-meters-plus world-class cocks! What a privilege to watch this live!” screamed Fidelix narrating the match as well as now receiving a blowjob from the commentator, who was being fucked by a member of the technical staff. It was amazing that the broadcasting could even continue in those circumstances, as it was too hot not to start fucking.

“Brazil, ah, ah, ah, Braziiiiiil!” shouted another member of the crowd, orgasmically, as his seed showers the others below him, warm cum flying around in several points of the stadium, the sound of balls slapping assess, cocks rubbing together, and groins hammering buns dominating the place. The home audience was going through the roof, as everyone wanted to check at least those last minutes of manly competition.

And so time was almost over, when, suddenly, there was a massive gasp. It came from the Argentine slider Hernandez, whose massive rod was deep inside Juninho’s hole. He felt himself close to cuming, and so he pulled his cock out of the Brazilian star, whose gaping hole suddenly got empty. That freed Juninho’s ass and gave the massive mountain of muscle more room to thrust his cock deeper and deeper, harder and harder inside the Argentinian skillful cocksucker Leonardo Massa, as his massive brown balls slapped the Argentine’s handsome face. Three such direct attacks, while he was being fucked in the rear and sucking Juninho’s delicious manhood, made Massa’s eyes start tearing up as his whole upper body was ravaged and stretched by the immense brazilian manhoods from both ends.

“It is about to end, it’s a tie, we’ll go to frotting, the world cockfighting final decided by frotting!” exclaimed Fidelix, as the clock already had reached 89 minutes and 15 seconds. Then, Fidelix’s eyes widened, as he glanced at Leonardo. He stood up, fucking the commentator’s face harder, a hand on the cum-stained window looking down at the field while he moaning profusely, his balls slapping the other man’s wet chins with each rhythmic thrust of his hips. “No, fuuuuck, it can’t be… Leonardo’s balls are trembling! His whole body is shaking now! Will he cum, will he cum, will he orgasm? Marcos fucking his hole thrusts deep, he hits the prostate, he slammed the Argentine’s star prostate, his eyes rolled, he is tearing up, his muscles are pumping the seed, he orgaaaaaaaaaaasmed! He ejaculated!! He caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame, Brazil 7, Argentina 6! With an orgasm by Leonardo Massa, the argentinian superstar! You don’t see it every day, imagine the amount of spunk being pumped right now out of that pink south American slit! Leonardo Massa is pumping his seed, pumping his seed inside Juninho’s hungry throat! His hole is twitching, milking Marcos! Will Marcos come before the end, will he come or will the referee end it now?” narrated Fidelix, as the Brazilian crowd exploded with excitement, cheering for their fuckers, and as Juninho tried his best to contain and swallow Massa’s salty seed.

Less than ten seconds later, seeing as Marcos had been able to hold his ejaculation, the three referees rubbed their gigantic bodies together, their three massive rods parallel to one another, and now, nodding between themselves, they ejaculated massively, three gigantic jets of cum flying over the field to splash on the other side. The match was officially over, the Brazilian team had won. Knowing it, Marcos finally exploded inside of Massa’s ass, as Juninho too rolled his eyes and orgasmed inside Massa’s throat; the two gouts of warm Brazilian spunk met and mixed deep inside the Argentinian player. Leonardo, filled from both ends and feeling the gigantic amounts of cum filling him, rested on the grass motionless, all his muscles trembling, still overwhelmed by his massive orgasmic bliss. Meanwhile, the Brazilian staff invaded the field to celebrate—except, of course, the massive almost immobile coach, who was left alone in the sidelines unable to even stroke his own big and dark drooling manhood.

The Brazilians were covered in cum—it drooled from their slits, down their muscles and from their holes—as they climbed on the podium. In came the president of the World Cockfighting Association, grabbing the golden medals from a plate to hang one around each of the athletes’ throbbing cocks, which bobbed up and down with the sudden added weight and excitement. The crowd cried tears of joy; the cup was coming back home!

After receiving his medal, though, Juninho jumped off the podium and ran to the sidelines. People thought at first that he was going to hug the coach, but the Brazilian star ignored him and his overly muscular body, rather choosing to jump over the rails into the audience and then running with his massive muscle body through the crowd, as if looking for something. Fans tried to rub his body, both to feel his world-class muscles and to collect some of his sweat and the cum covering him, but most were so surprised with Juninho’s actions that they simply opened space for him to pass through between them. Juninho ran, seemingly aimlessly, until his gigantic and sticky muscular body crashed in a hug against another even larger but less mobile male. The two teared up, their cocks rubbing up and down as their tits squeezed one another and their mouths met in a wet tongue-wrapping kiss.

“I knew you’d win, Juninho,” said the mysterious hunk, as Juninho pushed himself away, and wobbled to his knees. He pulled a ring nudged in between his thick pecs.

“I had to because I wanted to make this special,” he said, and the other man gasps and starts tearing up. “Will you marry me?” the world champion asked, and the other man’s cock throbbed, starting to rise, as he jumped into the athlete’s arms.

“Yes, of course. I will!!”

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