Date: Fri, 22 Jan 2010 00:30:15 +0000
From: "hippocrene2003 @hotmail.com" <hippocrene2003@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Wrestling Tournament" Part Three

            At nine o'clock Jesse arrived at Room 203. As he was about to
knock, he heard the noise of scuffling within. Putting his ear to the door,
he savored the sounds of colliding warriors, imagining savages scuffling in
primitive loincloths in a steamy jungle.

His knock was met with a welcome from Jake, the boy he had defeated in his
first match.

Three wrestlers occupied the room, and the other two paused in their battle
long enough to be introduced to Jesse. All four were light-weights.  Jake
was white, and the other two, like Jesse, were black. Without an invitation
Jesse stripped down to his briefs as the others had already done. "Jake and
me's got a little re-match promised. I suppose we could expand that into a
tag team if you like."  Sides were chosen, tagging rule agreed on, and the
mattresses were pulled from the beds to form an arena. "Revenge time," said
Jake, and without warning he leapt on Jesse's back, wrapping his arms
around his neck.

They fell backward and Jake planted a scissors from behind.  "Choke!" Jesse
mumbled, but nothing was released. Jesse slammed his elbows back against
Jake's ribs and managed to turn on him. He thrust his palm against his
attacker's chin, rose up and forced his back against the mattress. "One,
two...." Jake tagged out and Alex, one of the black kids, dove on top of
Jesse and scissored his head, forcing him back on the mat. Capturing a
flailing wrist, he applied a painful arm bar. With his free hand Jesse
tagged his partner, Woofer, and slumped down beside Jake. They were both
breathing hard and covered with sweat.

            "Havin' fun?" asked Jake, as he rested an arm on Jesse's
shoulder. "Man, I just love to rassle. You pretty good. What else you guys
like to do in here?"  "What you got in mind?" "Oh, whenever I been rasslin'
it get me kind of worked up, you know?"

Jake snickered. "You mean, like them two right now?" Jesse eyed the other
black boys as they struggled, and realized that both were sprouting hardons
big enough to make tents in their underwear. Jake casually thrust his hand
down the front of Jesse's briefs and wrapped his fingers around the swollen
black cock. It was already leaking, and he began stroking it. Jesse
returned the favor, and their tongues joined the party.

            Having managed to get on top of Alex and pinning his arms above
his head, Woofer glanced at the embracing couple and chuckled. "Look like
our partners losing interest in the match, Alex."  He lowered himself,
spread his legs wide, and started to hump his opponent so that their dicks
pressed together. They kissed, and Woofer released his grip on Alex's
wrists to wrap his arms around the boy's head. Alex in turn jabbed Woofer
in the ribs and forced him onto his side. With hands and then toes they
stripped off one another's briefs and proceeded to a grinding bout of
frottage. Because they were also sweating profusely, every thrust produced
a slapping sound.

            Jesse and his wrestling buddy were now naked, cuddled against a
wall. Jesse had worked his finger into Jake's willing ass, and had him
whispering, "Fuck me now."

Jesse had come prepared. He fished in his pants pocket, Jake assisted him
in applying the protection, and soon his legs were resting on Jesse's broad
shoulders. As Jesse's piston reached cruising speed, his fist jacked his
grateful partner's dick. Jake was the first to come, and did it mightily.
Jesse followed soon after, and they collapsed into a twitching jumble of
arms and legs. By now Alex and Woofer had shot their respective loads, and
were petting blissfully on the mat.

            The four crowded into the shower together for some post-war
smooching.

Afterward Jesse pulled on his clothes, gave all three new friends a hug,
and slid out the door. By the time he reached his room, Gary, Jackie and
Chip were snug in bed.

Lights were still on, and the disarranged furniture plus the musky odor of
sweat and seminal fluid told Jesse that he had missed out on some lively
action.

"About time you showed up, Twirp," said Jackie. He lie next to Gary, and
though blankets covered them both it was obvious that one of Gary's legs
was resting on top of Jackie's. Jesse took his time undressing, treating
his companions to an impromptu strip tease. "You got anything on?" he asked
Chip as he absently stroked his manhood.

"Come to bed and find out." Jesse crawled in and snuggled up to Chip's
welcoming embrace. Tired as they all were, it was some time before limbs
untangled and the four drifted off into slumber land.

            Jerry had dinner with the head coach and the other assistant.
This was his first teaching job out of college, and it had been an honor to
be hired by his old school, which had a reputation for excelling in
athletics. The others returned to their room to watch TV before turning in,
while Jerry headed for the restaurant's bar. A fellow alum of the old team
was now coaching on another staff, and they agreed that the one whose team
was ahead at the end of the first day would host the drinks. Mario was the
sex god of his high school's faculty, black wavy hair, thick eyelashes and
a buff athlete's physique which men envied and women craved. He greeted
Jerry warmly and they settled into a little booth near the fireplace.
"Well, old buddy, guess we both know I'm on the hook tonight.
Congratulations. The squad looks great as always."

"Your guys didn't do so badly," said Jerry, "but you don't have many big
ones."

"No, the school's predominantly Latino, real gutsy scrappers, but light on
the heavyweights."

            After the first two rounds of drinks the conversation expanded
to other topics. "Anyhow, Mario buddy, how you doing otherwise? You getting
any?" Jerry patted Mario on his Levis-clad thigh and smiled. Mario winced.
"Shit, I have to sit for hours watching those hunky teen-agers getting off
on each other. It's frustrating as hell when you can't join in the action
yourself." "You still like guys, huh?" "I been dating a couple of hot

ladies in the neighborhood, and they're ready for whatever I want. Plenty
of fun, but there's no real sense of conquest, of breaking down your
partner's resistance. You understand, man." "Yeah, I got the same problem.
Gotta leave the boys alone, while you get horny as hell just showing them
moves."  Both men chuckled at their plight and ordered again. "I think I've
had my limit," said Jerry. "You want to go somewhere?" "Where you got in
mind?" "Dunno.  My room's a little crowded. I'm with two other coaches."

            Mario stood up. "Stay right here. I'll be back in a few
minutes." Jerry nursed his drink as his mind wandered back to high school,
to the times he and Mario and some of their friends enjoyed evening
workouts in Jerry's garage, a summer fishing trip at the lake, the weekend
of the state finals their senior year. When he returned Mario was jingling
a set of keys. "Staff van's in the parking lot. Let's go for a ride."

            They drove out to the edge of town and parked beside an
abandoned store. Pulses were fast.  It had been over a year since they were
together. As Mario switched off the ignition Jerry literally lunged at him,
one arm around his neck and the other applying a dutch rub to his handsome
head of hair. Mario squirmed and tried several jabs at Jerry's midsection.
"I always could lick you, Romeo," laughed Jerry,"and I'm twice as strong as
I was then." Mario groaned as his knee shot up and hit the steering wheel.
"Ease up, you dirty bastard. Let's get in back." They climbed over the
seats to the cargo area in the rear, which was covered by a thick mat.
"What's this," asked Jerry, "you guys got a passion pit set up back here?"
"We may have a smaller team than yours, but it's too big for just the
seats. Jayvees have to crowd in here for away meets."  "Smells to me like
they do more than sit back here, man. They must love those long trips."
Mario smirked. He and the other assistant coach sometimes occupied the seat
just in front of the hold, and got a kick out of listening to the antics
going on back there. It was never more than some mutual j.o. stuff, but
even that was a turn on.

As their shirts came off, Jerry marveled at Mario's sculpted torso. "You've
added some real muscle, man." Mario flexed his biceps and tightened his
abs. "Go ahead and drool, buddy."  He reached over to unbuckle Jerry's
belt, shoved him backward on his butt and slid his jeans down his legs. He
stroked Jerry's bulging calves appreciatively, then stroked the massive
protrusion in the briefs above the legs. It was not easy in that cramped
space, but Jerry managed to straddle his old school chum and remove his
remaining clothing. Then, as he lay on his back to pull off his own shorts,
Mario jumped on top and they both fought for controlling headlocks. The
struggle became intense, muscles bulged, and they were soon breathing hard,
sweating like pigs. Jerry, having climbed on top and trapping one of
Mario's arms behind his back, began to lick and suck on Mario's hairy
nipple. Mario shuddered and with his free hand yanked on Jerry's hair.
Jerry yanked back, then with his lips attacked Mario's ear, his neck,
finally his gaping mouth. Wrestle turned to rut as they entwined legs,
arms, tongues. One rolled on top, then the other, humping with increasing
ardor. Jerry then lowered himself to swallow the other's pulsing cock, and
Mario muttered "Oh, oh" in a whisper.

Simultaneously Jerry's fingers squeezed Mario's hairy butt cheeks, then
probed his anus. When the muttering increased Jerry eased Mario onto his
stomach and lubicated the hole with his tongue. "Yes, now," Mario urged.
Jerry's dick was now fully lubed, and it urgently sought its target. Easy,
slowly, then completely enveloped within a magnificent bubble butt, it
charged, then retreated, charged again, as Mario responded by squeezing
with the defined glutes of an athlete. While he ploughed, Jerry reached
beneath the heaving hips of his partner and worked on his dick. Once it
began to fill his hand with its white discharge he withdrew and quickly
brought himself off as well.

            Mario languished in Jerry's embrace, entirely sated.  "Aren't
we supposed to smoke a cigarette now?" "I don't smoke and neither do you."
"Oh, that's right."

They laughed and played lip tag instead. Eventually it started to get
chilly. They pulled on their duds, drove back to the motel and bid one
another a pleasant good night.

"Good luck to your guys tomorrow," said Jerry. "Yours too.  G'night, stud."


End of Part Three