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| Greg |
“You guys are just really chummy. I guess I’m just not used to seeing a straight guy and a gay guy be close friends.”
I had sighed and rolled my eyes at Elsie, but it was true that even I was surprised at how eager Greg was to hang out with me.
What had changed since we had last seen each other, is that I was no longer nervous around Greg. I still thought he was astonishingly good-looking, and I had continued to stare at him walking around the office. Most of all, though, I was interested in wrestling him. To hold that body in my arms and make him submit to me. I was projecting my wrestling fetish onto Greg like I hadn’t done before. Seeing him get overpowered so easily must have had a lot to do with it. I really didn’t want someone from the office knowing about my sexual interests like that, yet having Greg over at my place for some wrestling practice would be really good. My mind was battling between these two things throughout the week.
On Friday, exactly a week after I had taken Greg to The Port Bar, he’d come up to me after lunch.
“So, we’re still on for tomorrow? Are you going to teach me some moves?”
I felt put on the spot and had just said yes.
“Cool!”
Greg had seemed very excited about the whole thing.
So on Saturday I was laying out my wrestling mat in the center of my living room. I was able to drag my couch to the wall and the mat would fit exactly. My doorbell rang. Greg was right on time. When I opened the door I saw him in what I guessed were his regular gym clothes. A grey T-shirt that hugged his chest and biceps and black basketball shorts. A gym bag was slung across his shoulder.
“Hey!”, he said, clearly happy to see me. He gave me a one-armed hug that made our chests touch. My cock was thickening already.
“Come on in”, I said, inviting him into my apartment.
He immediately spotted the wrestling mat.
“Oh cool! I can’t wait!”, he said as he plopped down his bag.
I decided to sit Greg down with a glass of water at first. I wanted to tell Greg about what really goes on at these wrestling meets, but he started talking first.
“That guy Chris, who we saw at Port Bar?”, Greg started.
“Yeah?”
“He found me on Instagram. He sent me a message, offering to bring some gear for me at the next wrestling meet. He seemed very excited to wrestle me and suggested a match. So you gotta help me prepare! It’s only a week away!”
Greg was officially in too deep. I would have preferred to keep his wrestling limited to practicing with me. Now I really had to tell him.
“Let me tell you a bit about the kind of wrestling we do at these meets”, I said.
His big blue eyes were looking back at me.
“Whatever you decide to do or not to do once I tell you, I want you to know that this must remain a secret from everyone in the office.”
“Like, is it all gay guys?”, Greg asked.
I smiled.
“Well, mostly.”
“But why is that relevant? I can handle it if my opponent gets a boner.”
He was all smiles. I sighed. He had no idea.
“It’s sex wrestling.”
“What does that mean?”
“It depends. The winner is in charge, he decides what happens.”
“Can you name some examples?”
“Loser gets stripped of their trunks, loser has to suck off the winner, winner fucks the loser…”
Greg nodded.
“OK, that sounds pretty serious.”
I laughed.
“It can be! Usually nothing is agreed upon beforehand, and anything goes.”
I omitted telling him about some of the guys who are known as the heels. Once they get horny, they just go for it. Chris was one such example.
“My point is”, I continued, “you really gotta be up for anything if you want to come along to one of those wrestling nights. All of these guys have a wrestling fetish. It could be about the gear, the physical contact, the domination… or a combination.”
I saw Greg think.
“I can’t back out now though.”
“What?”
“Chris and I have already been talking trash to each other. I have to beat him.”
I looked at Greg, puzzled.
“You’ll help me, right? I’d rather not suck Chris’s cock.”
He smiled. I laughed. He didn’t stand a chance in hell of beating Chris. Greg may be more muscular and taller, but without wrestling experience, Chris would turn him into his personal sex toy within minutes. Just the idea of getting to watch that turned me on to no end.
“I’ll help you.”
“Great!”
I started out teaching Greg the rules and some basic holds. I had him practice them on me as well. Being so close to Greg was already a dream come true. I gave him some tips about how to get out of certain holds and what else to pay attention to in the middle of a fight. Because fights during the gay wrestling meets take place in a ring as opposed to on a mat, there’s a whole new element to a match that he should look out for. I told him experience in the ring and on the mat is usually crucial, so he would get better the more he wrestled. I saw a worried look on his face.
“So what do you wear during a match?”, Greg asked.
I lifted my tanktop over my head and pulled down my shorts, showing the Speedo-type trunks I usually wear when wrestling. I saw him looking up and down my body. My cock was getting firmer but I hoped it wasn’t noticeable.
“Dude, I thought you guys would be wearing singlets!”
“Maybe some guys will wear a singlet, but then that’ll be part of their fetish.”
“So what will Chris be bringing for me?”
I smiled. Chris would probably make sure he’d get some skimpy outfit for Greg.
“Similar to these, I think”, I said, as I pulled my waistband and let it snap against my hip.
“OK. I can handle that.”
He smiled.
“What do you say we go for a practice match?”, I suggested. “I think that’s what you’ll learn most from.”
“OK, let’s do it”, Greg agreed. “Is it OK if I wear this? It’s what I usually work out in.”
I was now down to my trunks and he was still wearing shorts and a T-shirt.
“Well, they might limit your movement.”
“Yeah, I’ll take off the shirt”, he said as he immediately lifted it over his head and took it off. My mouth must have fallen open as I saw the beautiful body in front of me. Shaven completely smooth, his lily white skin stood out. His round pink nipples were the cherry on top of two slabs of meat for pecs. He had visible abdominal muscles and hip-lines that my ex used to call ‘cum gutters’. He was a perfect specimen of a man.
“Is that OK?”, Greg asked, seemingly unaware of my admiration.
“Sure. Are you wearing underwear?”
Greg shook his head.
“I don’t own underwear.”
That was more information than I asked for. I’m pretty sure my eyebrows were raised in surprise.
“Then this will do for now. During a real match, an opponent can easily pull it down. Chris certainly will.”
We started our first bout, and I could tell Greg was remembering what I had just taught him. I easily got him down to the mat by grabbing his ankle. I noticed he tried to get back up and wanted to wrap his legs around my waist for a scissor-hold. Because of his larger frame and higher bodyweight, he simply wasn’t as quick as I was, as I put my arm around his chest and pulled his body toward me. Greg was not in control and I could tell he started panicking. He was waving his arms around, trying to find balance, as I dragged him toward me, his back now resting on my stomach.
“Don’t panic”, I said trying to give advice, though never stopping the match.
Holding Greg’s body close to mine, and feeling my cock grow to full erection, I sat up. My cock now stretched along his lower back. It was impossible he wasn’t feeling it, but he didn’t mention anything. Instead he seemed still slightly panicked and unsure what to do. All I had to do was raise my right arm from around his chest to around his neck and I would have him in a choke-hold. It felt like natural instinct to do just that. Though it only freaked Greg out more.
“Relax! Try to get out of it!”, I grunted as I applied the hold.
This hold was also known as the sleeperhold, probably the hottest hold in all of wrestling. The feeling of having a muscular guy like Greg pass out in your arms, his body now leaning against yours, and knowing you could do things to his body he would never know about. Unless someone was taking pictures. Well, that. That was my fetish. There were a few other holds that would make someone pass out. Holds I had perfected.
However, it usually took about twenty or thirty seconds for the sleeperhold to really take effect and make someone pass out. Plenty of time for an opponent to wiggle out, punch a part of my body, reach back and punch my head or pull my hair… I had experienced it all. This time, though, Greg’s body stopped moving within a few seconds. I looked down at his body and saw his sculpted abs slowly move with every breath. His arms had fallen to the mat. And then I remembered what he had said last week after the attempted robbery. I immediately let go of the hold. Greg’s head slumped over against my chest, rolling to the side. His large body was displayed right in front of me. I couldn’t resist feeling his chest, rubbing a nipple, and then stroking his abs. I was hard as a rock.
I looked at his shorts. The fabric was loose. No specific bulge to be detected. Probably because he was indeed not wearing underwear and his cock was just hanging between his legs. I looked at the waistband, sitting so beautifully on that gorgeous, flat part of his lower stomach. I hesitated. I grabbed Greg’s hair away from me so I could look at his face. His eyes were all the way rolled up, just like last week. His mouth was gaping open, a trail of drool falling on his own chest. He was completely out of it.
“Fuck it”, I whispered as I let his head fall back on my chest.
I reached for Greg’s waistband and lifted it. I gasped. A small, circumcised cock was the first thing I saw. 3 inches, 4 at the most. Fully erect. Some precum dripping onto his hairless pubic area. Was he aroused? Why? Did he secretly have a crush on me? I really wanted to touch his little cock and taste his precum. But I slowly lowered the waistband again.
“Greg? Are you OK?”
I was slapping Greg’s face. At first it didn’t have any effect apart from breaking the trail of drool from his chin, as his face then faced the other way. A few more slaps and his eyelids suddenly closed. He moaned.
“There you are.”
Greg’s hand reached for his head.
“What?”, he moaned.
“I knocked you out for a second there.”
“Oh gosh, already?”
He sat up. I wanted to stand up so I could help him, but I realized my cock was rock hard in my trunks, making them tent. Standing up would only draw attention. I casually covered myself with my left hand and forearm. We just sat on the mat next to each other.
When he was feeling back to normal, I explained that he has to remain calm whenever he feels out of control, and think about his next move. Otherwise his opponent, in this case me, can just have their way with him. He nodded.
“Thanks.”
My boner had subsided and Greg was also ready to stand up.
“I’m ready to go for a second round”, he then said.
I smiled.
“I’m more than ready.”
This time Greg was off to a more aggressive start, throwing himself at me. He had me down on my knees even though he was still standing. His muscle power was impressive, but my experience had taught me just how to use that against someone. Acting fast as Greg pushed down on me, I shifted my weight backwards, which caused him to lose balance. He fell forward, grabbing my shoulders not to fall down. I turned around so I was behind him and pulled his arms back. I put my foot against his back and pushed, hard.
“Ah!”, he exclaimed.
I held this hold for just a little longer.
“Dammit, man!”
Even though Greg couldn’t see it, I was smiling. I saw sweat starting to drop down his back.
I put my leg out of the way, but kept pulling his arms back, causing him to fall backwards, his head right on my lap.
“Ungh!”, I heard him groan.
With the momentum, his legs came up. I managed to grab hold of his right ankle, pulling it toward me, making it easier to also grab the left ankle with my left hand. I pulled his legs back, and his big butt came into my view.
“I got you all rolled up now!”, I said, taunting him.
“Aargh… fucker!”
I admired his beautifully round butt, something I had been waiting for all day. The loose shorts had kept this masterpiece hidden earlier, but now they showed his ass off wonderfully. The back of Greg’s head resting on my crotch, another hard-on was inevitable.
Once again, Greg was panicking. Although to be fair, there really isn’t a way out of this hold.
I decided to take it further, just to test if he was secretly into me. Or into the wrestling. Or both.
“Ah, my neck!”, he gasped.
“So… you know…”, I started, “if you were to get in this position next week… you know what would happen?”
“What?”
I reached across his butt with one hand and grabbed the waistband off his shorts and started pulling them toward me.
“Huh? No!”
His ass was white, round and smooth. It was hard to pull them all the way down with one hand as his legs were spread around my waist, but I got a good view. I caressed his buns. I noticed he didn’t like that as his legs started kicking around.
“OK, OK, you made your point!”, I heard from below.
I slapped his ass once.
“This is definitely what Chris would do.”
“OK, I got it!”
I let go of his legs, but I wasn’t done.
Greg sat up, turned around and got up. His face was red, he looked embarrassed, maybe even angry. We circled each other.
“You’re really going down now, dude”, he said.
“Not holding my breath waiting for that to happen”, I shot back.
I noticed he had not pulled his shorts back up, they were riding lower than before. His hip-lines were in full view, coming closer together. His cock was still fully covered though. This was a slight distraction for me. However I did see when he came at me a second time, going for my ankle, just like I had done to him before. I was able to grab his left arm and I let myself fall back to the mat.
For only a second he may have thought that he made me topple over. Until I started pulling his arm.
“Ah! Holy fuck!”
The way he had landed on top of me, I was even able to wrap my legs around his neck in a figure four scissor-hold. His chin was resting on my nuts and my raging erection was hard to miss right in front of his eyes. I pulled and squeezed at the same time, knowing it was likely I would knock him out.
“Shit!”
Greg started panicking again, his free hand reaching for my stomach and slapping it, then pulling my leg, neither without any success. His wiggling around was massaging my crotch and the head of cock came poking out the top of my trunks.
“This is so hot.”
His face was starting to get red.
“Argh!!”
His free arm was moving slower. The rest of his body was calming down.
“The guys are going to love you next week.”
That was probably the last thing Greg heard as I then saw any expression fade from his face and his eyes rolled up.
I opened my legs. Greg’s face was buried in my crotch, his left arm lay on my stomach, part of it brushing my cock. His muscular body lay motionless, his asscrack half out of his shorts. I slid back, causing his face to hit the mat. I walked around and slid his shorts all the way down. I threw them on the couch. I admired the view. His body was a work of art. Hairless, like a Greek statue. I turned his heavy body over. The front of his body was absolutely beautiful, but there was just something about his muscular back and plump ass that made me prefer the backside. I noticed his little cock was stiff as a board yet again. A trail of precum went from his cockhead to his pubic area.
Finally I decided to get Greg’s limp body to sit up as I sat behind him. I massaged his neck and shoulders, which would usually help people wake up after they had been knocked unconscious. At first there was no response from Greg and I let him rest his body against my chest again. My boner was coming to a point where it was aching to get off. If this had been a match at one of our wrestling nights, I would have held Greg up and fucked his face until I came, whether he would wake up or not. But I felt like that would be too early.
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| Greg |
“Hu-wha…?”
“Is this turning you on, Greg?”, I whispered in his ear.
“Where are my shorts?”
“Answer the question.”
“I… I…. Nnggghhh”
Greg’s arms were flopping around and he again panicked.
“You are leaking precum, Greg. Just tell me.”
“No, I… I…”, he exclaimed in a high-pitched tone.
His hands dug into my arms.
“Let me go!”
“I’ll let you go if you tell me why you’re so turned on.”
“It’s… I… I’m… cumming.”
I felt his grip on my arms loosen. Out of nowhere, Greg’s little cock shot off a long jet of cum into the air, which landed on his own defined abs. His hands fell to his sides one by one, palms facing up. His body lay still. Another spurt of cum followed, a third one caught less air. A few more dribbles came out of his cockhead. He had soaked himself in cum.
I let go of the hold. The back of Greg’s head rested on my shoulder, his mouth wide open, his Adam’s apple protruding because of his stretched neck. I shook his shoulder. He was out cold.
“Wow…”, I whispered out loud.
The room was still and smelled of semen.
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