Wrestling had always been my passion growing up and I was damn good at it. Being a three-time all-state performer I went into my Senior year of high school in peak physical and mental performance ready to finally win that championship.
Throughout my time in high school, I had a bit of cross-town rivalry with Kevin Erickson. He was a broad-shouldered, athletic three-time state champion that I had gained momentum on over the years. He began wrestling when he was younger and I only began my freshman year of high school.
We had shifted weight classes until Senior year and our bout was all but certain for the state championship. We both forfeited our final bouts at the seeding tournament for State to ensure that we could reach each other the following week.
The next Friday came around and we won our first matches to enter into the quarter-finals. Since we were through to the next round that was it for us that night.
I had a lower seed, so my match was up first on Saturday. I forced my entry into the semi-finals through a second-period win by pinfall. Kevin won by a two-point decision and gained his way to the next round. His eyes met mine in the crowd. I could tell he was gassed.
Everything was coming together, I was wrestling the best I ever had. Had my future college coach watching in the stands and was about to take down Kevin who I went back and forth with through high school and club wrestling year after year. I just had to get through the semi-finals.
I made my way to the mat. Always making a point to bend over in a way that accentuates my posterior when putting on my ankle marker, I attached the green one to my leg and aggressively reached my opening stance.
Across from me was Jason Taylor. He outdid me in athleticism, but I had him beat in terms of endurance and technique. Jason was who I forfeited against in the seeding tournament. I had wrestled him earlier in the year multiple times and he would make it a point to pull on my shoulder. I lost to him twice by forfeit. I had torn my rotator cuff the previous year, so ultimately didn’t want him to re-injure my arm going into the state tournament knowing he would certainly be up to his dirty antics.
The ref blew the whistle. He tied up with me and immediately put his thumb into the scar tissue that marked the surgical repair on my right arm. I pushed him a way to make the appearance reset but instead shot an outside single leg resulting in a hard-fought takedown. I broke him down and we ended up out of bounds. Jason was very good on the bottom, especially of the whistle, so I just let him go—I could beat him on my feet.
Since I didn’t officially set up to push him away, the ref stated that he needed to see action. No formal warning for stalling. I dropped levels but couldn’t find an opening, so Jason and I were tied up for a bit.
The first period ended and the referee gave me the choice for the set-up. I deferred my decision to the 3rd period. Jason chose the bottom. I scoffed, took a deep breath, and looked at my coach. He made a diamond with his hands, so I did the same with mine gesturing to the ref that I would officially let him go. As I lined up, I could see Kevin grinning, knowing that this would tie it up going into the third period if I didn’t score again.
Jason got up and I shot immediately. He sprawled and made his way out, but I drove out of bounds. We reset in the neutral position. As soon as the whistle blew, Jason slammed his head against mine to try to throw me off, but I kept him on my level. He was unable to shoot.
Throughout the second period, we continued to make shooting attempts, but neither of us was successful.
The ref screamed, “Stalling. Green. One point, red.”
I muttered, “what the fuck?!” Under my breath. Jason hadn’t taken, but one shot all match.
The second period ended and we went into the 3rd. I chose to be on the bottom. No one could ever keep me down.
After an easy escape that earned me a point, Jason and I were tied 3-3. We continued to dance.
“I need action,” the ref exclaimed.
I tried for a shot that put us out of bounds. I needed a game plan. I had to win this match, so I decided that I would go for the same takedown that I had success with within the first period.
We were down to 20 seconds and Jason hadn’t been warned for stalling but hadn’t even made any sort of advance.
I finally said, “fuck it,” and took a wide outside single leg lifting Jason’s leg, which—again—pulled us outside of bounds.
With his leg in my hand that was the end of the period. The ref blew his whistle. “One point, red. Stalling on Green.”
“WHAT?!” I exclaimed.
Commotion erupted throughout the gym. Given my reputation for showboating a bit, and Jason’s reputation for being an outright dirty wrestler, the whole gym was fixated on my match and I didn’t have a clue.
In an instant, everything that was coming together was gone. I had lost my chance at the championship.
I was devastated to the point that I didn’t want to wrestle in college anymore. Jason went on to beat Kevin in the finals, so Kevin and I ended up in similar circumstances.
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We graduated and went off to college. I was a few months in when I received an e-mail about club sports.
“New club wrestling team. Reach out to Timothy Daniels for details.” The email said.
I thought it might be a fun way to stay in shape and meet people, so I sent Tim a note.
Tim responded within 30 minutes. “First practice is Thursday at 7. Be there.”
Thursday rolled around and I decided to make my way over to the recreation center. I asked my mom to mail my wrestling shoes but didn’t have any so I felt a little awkward.
There were about 15 guys that showed up. This was the first time that I could remember feeling like I might be sexually attracted to guys. I looked across the wrestling room and there were all of these immaculate specimens introducing themselves. I got to the corner and saw a guy bent over lacing up his wrestling shoes who had an ass that looked like it was a chiseled statue.
I stared until he turned around because I felt like I actually recognized this incredible bundle of cheeks tucked into tight shorts. He turned around. It was Kevin. Until that day, I never understood how attractive he was. His jawline was framed nicely beneath his shaggy brown hair and his chest was so filled out that he was exposed to the room as he changed his shirt.
He caught me looking with my mouth open and smirked, beginning to walk my way.
“No shoes, huh?” He asked as he sat down next to my gym bag and began to stretch.
“No,” I responded. “Waiting for them to come in the mail. I didn’t even realize you went here.”
“Yeah. Decided not to wrestle officially in college. Really thought it best to focus on my feminine studies.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Only kidding,” he said as he chuckled, “I just realized that I can’t continue to cut weight and maintain my sanity and GPA, so decided to come here.”
“I suppose that makes sense. I can’t believe I am actually here.” I replied.
“Yeah. After that stuff last year, I am surprised too. You were created and no one expected you to go near a mat ever again.”
Kevin shared a quick look of compassion before continuing.
“But now I can continue to beat your ass.” He winked and Tim started to gather everyone’s attention.
Tim spoke loudly, “We are here as a pilot test for the school. They don’t believe that bringing back wrestling is such a good idea.”
The previous team was banned from the NCAA after the heavyweight got drunk and threw a guy out of a window at a downtown bar.
“I am here to prove them wrong, but I need you to not be a bunch of fuck-ups. Sound good?” We all looked around and the room began to chatter yeses.
“Group up by weight classes—use your best judgment. We will start with takedowns and go from there.” Tim continued.
“Looks like you are with me,” Kevin said as two other guys made their way towards us. Kevin slapped my ass as I walked forward.
I looked back but was actually pretty used to that. He did that to me all of the time when we wrestled on the club team.
We introduced ourselves to our counterparts and made quick work of them. They weren’t very good. I don’t think they had much experience in their defense, while Kevin and I had our fair share. We worked through the group and in different positions and then practice was over. It was much nicer to have an hour and a half practice compared to our 3-hour practices in high school.
I made my way to the water fountain and Kevin followed after.
“Showers?” He asked as I pulled my mouth from the fountain.
“I was planning on it, but what do you care?” I responded curiously.
“Just asking.” He said defensively.
“I didn’t mean anything by it, dude. See you next week?”
“Sure thing.” He winked as I went back into the wrestling room and grabbed my gym bag.
I made my way to the showers. Looks like no one else was using them, so it was kind of nice. They weren’t any different from the dorm showers.
The warm water came down on my front and down towards my crotch. I began to rub soap around my cock and balls to get clean and felt myself getting aroused.
My eyes were closed, my neck stretched out as I began to stroke my dick. No one was around so I thought that I was alright.
I got lost in my thoughts until I felt a hand grasp my left ass cheek. I tensed up.
“Looks like someone is happy to see me,” I turned around to see Kevin smiling completely naked in front of me.
I opened my mouth but no words came out. His abs were just as chiseled as his jaw and his dick hung down beneath his legs in a way that I can’t articulate well. I was so surprised to see how big he was given that we were essentially the same stature.
“You know I have always loved that sweet ass?” He asked in a jocular fashion.
“Uhh. What?” Is all I could say. His body still had me stunned.
“In all seriousness, I am glad I found you in here,” Kevin said as his hand made my way towards my elbow.
I moved towards him to let him know I was welcome to whatever his plan was.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Yeah,” He responded, “We rolled around so much in high school, about time I saw the goods.”
I looked down and my cock was now completely hard.
He looked down as well.
“I have to say that I am liking what I am seeing. Can I touch?” He asked.
I nodded as he went past my cock and intimately grabbed my balls. Caressing them gently to the point where I began to throb.
“Is this okay?” He asked.
“Yes. Can I?” I nodded. It looked like he had done this before so leaned forward essentially presenting his cock.
I reached out and blood began to fill it. He pulled away and dropped down. Before I could react, my dick was in his mouth and he was fondling my balls, starting to play with my asshole.
Kevin’s cock was now completely hard. It was bigger than any I had ever seen in any locker room or any porn for that matter. The sight of it made me throb.
He continued to suck as the water fell over us both. Kevin made my cock disappear better than any girl I had ever been with and put pressure on all the right spots. I began to swell and his hands grasped each of my ass cheeks to pull me in.
“I am going to cum.” I told him expecting him to back away. He grabbed my ass and took me to the hilt as I unloaded into his throat.
I pulsated as he swallowed taking it in a superior fashion. Finally, I finished and pulled back a bit.
Kevin was jerking his massive cock as my knees went weak and I fell to the floor. I had never sucked a cock, but I wanted to. Knowing there was no way that I could reciprocate the treatment I received, I reached out and grabbed Kevin’s dick and began to stroke it.
“You like that?” He asked.
“Not bad,” I said as I took a deep breath.
His balls were proportional and started to swell.
All of a sudden, I hear, “What the fuck?!”
It was Tim.
I looked up in terror, but Kevin didn’t seem phased.
“Why the hell did you start without me?” Tim inquired as he dropped his towel to unveil his 8-inch uncut cock.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nz3vpb/wrestling_buddy