Sharon crouched down low on her haunches and faced off against the young man Hassan, as the instructor had trained them. She watched him as he did the same, going low on well-muscled calves till he could extend one arm and plant himself firmly to the ground. He was dark-skinned and dark-haired, with a clean-shaven face and firm jaw; and when their eyes met, Sharon could distinctly notice a blush creeping across his face.
A slight glance downward to survey his stance showed why. Sharon's eyes bulged and she blushed to match Hassan as she noticed the hardening erection between the young man's legs; he turned redder and tried to shift his stance to relieve the uncomfortable tenseness between his legs. The only result was exposing his cock further to Sharon's eyes, causing her to turn blush full over with embarassment for him.
One or two of the gladiators nearby snickered, but their instructor wasn't interested. "Allright, on the crack of the whip... and remember, you're wrestling your opponent, not fucking them." Nobody dared to laugh, but all faces save Hassan's and Sharons were straining.
"Reaadddyy..." *CRACK* "GO!"
Sat Feb 22 07:59:01 2003