Date: Mon, 16 Jan 2006 19:03:43 -0600
From: Ron Johnson <rondjohn@earthlink.net>
Subject: Truth and Fiction: Strip Wrestling

All the usual disclaimers. If you're under 18 years old, if stories of
graphic sexuality offends you, or if for any reason you're on this site
and shouldn't be then leave immediately. Many aspects of the story
present here is based on a real event. A large part of the story is
pure fiction and never really happened (but, I wish it had!) The
whole story is enhanced for the reader so it becomes more interesting
to read. Names and places were changed to preserve anonymity.

The first part of the following story is true and center around real
events that happened in my life. The second part is made up. I now
wish the second part actually really happened through my own volition
or by the act of others. I might have been upset or embarrassed at
the time, but by creating different possibilities and variations, the
story extends the original true story into new meanings that I can
now appreciate with greater significance - as if they actually had
happened - or I wished had happened.

I encourage you would like to add to my true part of the story and
send it to nifty.org. Or, you can send the story to me and I will
send it to Nifty.

Here we go with the next story:


Strip Wrestling

When I was in Boy Scouts way back in the fifties, we use to play
wrestle. There was no sports in our little grade school in the small
town I lived in. There was wrestling in high school, but that was a
few years away for most of us.

After the scout meetings, there was almost always no adults around -
the few that helped. Most adults in my home town had too many other
things to do like earning a living and had little time for a Boy
Scout troop. That left some of the scouts to hang around until it was
time for them to go home, too. We usually would play fight and
wrestle until it way after dark in the summer time.

We just loved to horse around after scout meetings, after school or
even when just a bunch of kids got together from around town in the
summer or in the spring when it was warm out. We would tackle one
another and try and pin their shoulders to the ground. Of course, we
knew absolutely nothing concerning holds, presses and so forth. We
knew that a full nelson was illegal as well as holding another boy's
arm behind his back until it hurt. We tried to be fair so that no one
was really hurt - perhaps bruised a bit, but nothing really serious.
There was also no hitting, punching or kicking.

 From my vantage point of nearly 55 years later, I wonder what it
would have been like if some of us invented a new, and perhaps at
that time (or maybe even now), way of wrestling - wrestling for the
other person's clothes: strip wrestling. You don't think it would
have happened? Oh, I think it would very likely have occurred under
the right circumstances.

When I was about 13, I probably would have gone for that in the right
situation. Of course, we wouldn't have done this right out in the
open like at the Legion Hall where my scout troop met with cars
whizzing by every few minutes! We would have done it in a nearby
woods or at the city park. The city park wasn't like the ones today.
No one really ever went there except us kids. There were no swings
and such, just a wooded and grassy area that was designated the "city
park" and a nearby stream that was deep only in one spot. We
sometimes swam there, too, but not skinny dipping. There was a real
possibility of girls. We did that in a nearby river.

By the way to help you get a better picture as to what I looked like
during this story, please paste in the following url in your browser.
This picture is not me, but I looked very much like this boy. You
might want to keep this picture next to the following story to remind
you of my appearance.

http://photofile.ru/image.php?id=8018763

and

http://photofile.ru/image.php?id=8019496

Also, Danny look a bit like this boy:

http://photofile.ru/image.php?id=20323824

and

http://photofile.ru/image.php?id=20323825

I did want to tell you that, Keith, one of the fellows in our gang
did look almost exactly like the fellow under the shower in this
pictures:

http://photofile.ru/image.php?id=20938554&pager=2

I think the story might have gone something like this:

One summer day, my best friend, Stanley, and I decided to go the
nearby park to play. I think we were going to play cowboys. We use to
go to the park to play like we were Roy Rogers, Gene Autry or the
Durango Kid when we were younger, but now that we were older, we went
to the park to hang out with our friends. (The best was the Lone
Ranger. I even had a mask that I used when we played this game.)

Anyway, when we got to the park there was about ten or so other kids
around our age horsing around in the grassy area near the edge of the
woods. As usual, they were wrestling with one another. There were two
boys wrestling with each other as we approached and the other boys
were sitting around watching. By the time we got there, another kid
took the place of one who probably lost or gave up.

"Hi fellows" I said, "How's it going?" (We used the word `fellows'.
`Guy' was not much used yet and we didn't like to call each other
`boys' even though that is what we were! We used the work `kid' or
`kids' a lot, too, but a teacher at school said a kid was a baby
goat. We thought that was really funny, but continued to call each
other `kid' or `kids' and `baby goat' was never mentioned much.
`Kids' also was used for boy children younger than ourselves so we
much more preferred the word `fellows'.)

Someone answered back, "It's going OK, I guess." He sort of dragged
out `I guess' like he was really bored. It was near the end of summer
in late August and school would be starting in only a few weeks. The
two fellows who were wrestling didn't look like they were really into
it and all of the rest were laying on the grass not paying much
attention to the wrestling. One fellow was chewing on a long piece of
grass and another was pressing his finger on one ant after another in
a patch of dry dirt.

Now I am not quite sure how the `strip wrestling' actually got
started, but as I remember it might have got started this way. As I
was watching the two fellows sort of slowly going through motions of
wrestling each other it occurred to me that Wayne, who was under
Freddie, could simply bring his hand up and from behind Freddie grab
the top of his shorts and pull them right off his little round bottom!

Something made me yell, "Wayne, grab his shorts and pull!"

Almost without thinking, Wayne did exactly that!

His left hand grabbed Freddies faded blue shorts right at the top and
Wayne pulled with all his might. The faded blue shorts came right of
Freddies little round bottom and down almost to his knees. He wasn't
wearing underwear like most of us didn't do during the summer so his
shinny white butt almost glared in the summer sun.

"How come you did that", Freddie yelled. "That aint fair!" He quickly
tried to pull his short back up, but Wayne who was now into the new
game grabbed Freddie's shorts with both hands and pulled them right
off his legs as Freddie fell backwards.

Holy cow you should have heard the howling of laughter! Every boy
there was rolling in the grass trying with hysteria. Freddie quickly
put his shorts back on. His face was as red as a beet and he seemed
very mad.

Now pantsing or depantsing a guy was not something new. We had been
doing that ever since we were in the fourth grade. We all knew to be
wary of the older kids in high school and sometimes each other if you
had a loose pair of shorts on. One never got near a group of the
older kids in the park or away from town if there were more than
three or four together. You might get pantsed. Of course, that wasn't
the only thing that could happen. If you were in school, you might
end up in the boys lavatory with your head in the toilet or maybe
even shoved into the girls lavatory. Our school was very small and
all the grades from first through twelfth were in the same building.

We often pantsed each other for just the sake or fun of doing it. It
was no big deal and no one ever got hurt. Oh, there were a couple of
kids who went crying home to there moms, but usually they never told
what happened to them because they would really get pantsed and maybe
even stripped completely the next time they were caught. They usually
said that `so and so' was picking on them.

But this was something new! No one had ever tried to pull someone's
clothes off while they were wrestling.

Everyone continued to laugh their heads off for what seemed like the
longest time - even Freddie who was really the world best sport
started laughing and when he began laughing everyone starting
laughing all over again.

Finally, everyone was just laying on the grass on their backs trying
to regain normal breathing and perhaps create a more saner atmosphere.

After a little while, silence overtook everyone and I thought for a
moment that the boredom that had seemed to have afflicted almost
everybody would continue.

Jimmy set up and looked around at everyone.

"You know that might be a really fun thing to do" he said
enthusiastically!

"What?" someone asked not moving.

"Strip wrestling!" Jimmy replied earnestly.

Everyone set up almost immediately.

"What'da ya mean strip wresting?" Pete asked.

"I mean, we could wrestle each other as usual, but the winner would
be the fellow who could get all the clothes off the other fellow!"

Everyone looked stunned. It was one thing to get pantsed, but to
actually lose your clothes while wrestling was something else.

"I don't know..." Jake said hesitantly.

"What are you, chicken?" Jimmy replied.

Jimmy knew what he was talking about because Jake was one of the best
wrestlers there. But, suggesting that someone was `chicken' invited a
response.

"No, I am not chicken, but I don't think I want to lose my clothes",
Jake said.

"Will ya probably wouldn't lose your clothes because you are the best
wrestler here anyway, Jake", Stanley replied.

Everyone first looked at Stanley and then back to Jake.

Then everything changed. Danny spoke up. Danny was known for doing
daring things. He was the first to go swimming in the spring. He once
jumped off the top most part of Sammy's house on a dare. Luckily
there was some very soft dirt and lots of grass or he probably would
have broken something.

"I think it would be a lot of fun! Look, here's the way it works."
Someone tried to interrupt, but Danny kept going. "Both fellows have
to have the same amount of clothes on. The object is to strip the
other fellows clothes off, but not to lose your own clothes. The
loser is the fellow who loses everything he has on. It's simple." He
looked around at everyone. Everybody was quiet.

"Look, I'll go first. Anyone want to strip wrestle with me?"

Everyone was still not knowing exactly what to say or maybe a little
afraid.

Then, I heard myself say, "I will." I couldn't believe that I
actually said the words at first.

Everyone looked at me. But, I quickly added some additional rules.

"There can't be any girls when we wrestle. Someone has to stand
guard. No clothes can be torn. The fellows wrestling have to agree to
only strip wrestle and not to punch or kick.  No one can steal the
kids clothes while he is wrestling. It has to be fair. OK?"

Everyone was talking at once.

I continued. "And there can't be any pulling a kid's pecker or
something..." Everyone laughed. "Only two kids can wrestling. There
can be no help from no one else."

Some how I knew that the rule about pulling someone's pecker just
wasn't going to work because sometimes when someone was pantsed,
someone would twist his pecker and he would scream about getting the
kid who did it. Or, sometimes we would all play grab ass, literally,
by trying to grab another fellow through his pants.

"OK, lets strip wrestle", Danny said walking over to me.

He continued, "First we have to make sure we have the same clothes
on. Do you have underwear on?" I noticed that we already had on the
same outer clothing. We both had old holy jeans, a t-shirt and we
both had on tennis shoes and socks. We both had a belt on.

"I have underwear on", Danny said honestly. "Do you?"

"No, I don't have any on", I replied.

With that, daring Danny ran over to a nearby tree and hiding, sort
of, behind it, took off his jeans and then his underwear and then put
back on his jeans. He ran back to the group.

"OK, I am ready." He threw his underwear on the ground where he had
been laying earlier. "We now have on the same amount of clothes".

"One more thing", I said. "Who's going to watch for girls?" And, I
thought about something else. "Not only girls, but big fellows or
adults, too."

A couple of fellows said they would watch out.

Then, I had another thought. "What if you see some big kids or girls
comin' this way? Do we stop strip wrestling?"

Danny spoke up. "I don't care if girls or big kids see us! We can
charge admission!" Everyone hooted with laughter again and the
questions I had were lost in the uproar.

Suddenly Danny pushed me and I lost my balance. Noticing that I had,
he ran tackling me in my mid section. We both tumbled to the grass.
Everyone was screaming. I could feel Danny's hands groping for my
belt. I tried to pry his hands away, but couldn't seem to get the
right hold.

"No you.... don't", I gasped!

"Yes, I do", Danny grunted back!

He had the end of the belt moved out of the first loop and was trying
to pull it back so the catch would release from the hole in the belt.

This so caught me off guard that I was stunned for just a second, but
then I thought maybe the best defense might be a good offense. I let
go of Danny's hands holding my belt and with both hands grabbed his
belt and flipped the end out of the loop from his pants, slipped the
belt from the belt loop and pulled it back releasing the catch
allowing the belt to come free. With this, I grabbed the top of his
pants trying to locate the first button.

This happened so fast that Danny was now caught off guard and seemed
to give up trying to unfasten my belt and struggled to protect his
own pants. He took hold of both my hands trying to pull them away,
but I was just able to unfasten the top button.

Then we rolled over each other trying to gain the advantage. The
other fellows were yelling and giving each of us encouragement or at
least trying to tell us what to do.

I broke free rolling away from Danny. Quickly, I fastened the belt
back together and Danny fastened his pants.

"No fair", someone yelled! "You gotta keep your clothes the way they
were!"

We both ignored the words and faced each other with our hands grasped
together. We circled each other like this for a second twisting our
arms about like two young puppies each trying to find an advantage.
Suddenly, Danny reached out his foot and tripped me. I fell to the
ground and Danny jumped toward my feet. He grabbed one foot and began
trying to remove my shoe. Luckily, I had tied my laces tight and he
struggled trying to take the shoe off. At the same time, I grabbed
one of Danny's feet and easily removed one shoe and sock and then
grabbed his other foot. Kicking, I tried to move away from my
opponent, but Danny was able to get one shoe by sort of prying it off
and quickly tore the sock away.

"Think you're somethin' big, don't ya'", Danny yelled at me as he
tried to grab my other foot. He finally found it just about the same
time I threw his other shoe off. Danny pulled with all his might and
my shoe popped off.

"I AM somethin' big, you little pip squeak", I yelled back and jumped
out of the way. Danny still had one sock on, but I had bare feet.

All this time, I could hear the fellows yelling at the tops of their
voices giving encouragement to either Danny or to me.

Danny made a loud yell and lunged toward me. I tried to avoid the
power drive and miss calculated his speed. He tackled me again and we
both fell to the ground. Quickly Danny grabbed the bottom of my t-
shirt before I realized what had happened and pulled it upward off of
one arm, my back and head, but I pulled back and held the shirt on my
other arm. I pulled with all my might and the shirt ripped apart. The
part I had fell to the ground.

"Ohhhhhhhh...." I yelled! "My mom's going to kill me. There wasn't
`pose to be any tearing of clothes!" I also realized I was half
naked. I only had on my pants and one sock. I had one of Danny's
shoes and a sock off, but that was all.

Some of the other kids gasped at the ripping of my shirt. Of course
they had seen a shirtless kid many times. But tearing of clothes,
they must have remembered, was off limits

As Danny made a lunge for my mid section, he yelled back, "I'm sorry
Ron, but all's fair in love and war!"

I didn't realize Danny was so poetic. I could hear some fellows
laughing.

I wiggled out of the way turning on to my stomach so he didn't have
access to my belt again. Danny tried to pry both hands under me
grasping for my belt. Reaching down, I grabbed his arms around his
wrists, but I could feel his hands moving across my lower stomach and
pubic area struggling to locate my belt.

Then he broke free from my hands and tried to role me over. I
resisted very hard, but he finally succeeded. However, I just rolled
over a couple of times right back on to my stomach.

Our friends were still yelling suggestions to Danny and me, but I
couldn't make out what anybody was saying it was so noisy.

Danny tried to reach under me toward my belt again and I grabbed his
arm. But, he was able to keep moving one hand, palm up, under me
closer and closer to my belt. I pulled with all my might, but Danny
kept inching toward the belt. Suddenly, I released my pull and his
whole arm and hand moved on past my belt. My whole pecker and balls
were resting in the palm of his hand through my pants. Danny
instantly realized where his hand was and grabbed me squeezing quite
hard.

"Oweeeeee! No fair", I yelled and quickly rolled away from him! "You
just grabbed my balls! It hurt!"

Everyone laughed and yelled giving me little comfort.

"I'm so sorry", Danny called with little real feelings of regret!

I made a rush toward Danny and caught him around the middle and from
behind. We both fell to the ground again, but I was able to maintain
my hold on him from behind. I quickly found his belt and tried to
unbuckle it. But, Danny grabbed my hands and tried to tear my hands
away. I jerked my hands free and quickly moved up his body and was
able to put him into a full nelson.

Everyone watching gasped, but no one said anything! But as Danny
said, this was `love and war'.

I then kept one of my arms behind the back of his head and held both
his arms with one arms. My other arm and hand were free, I reached in
front of Danny to his belt and quickly, this time, released the belt
from the catch.

"No you don't you big rat", Danny grunted with much effort trying to
find a way to break free! I held on with the full nelson with all my
might.

I yanked real hard on the belt. It came lose from his pants and I
threw it aside.

Everyone was yelling and calling to me, "Get his pants! Get his
pants!" Some guys were yelling to Danny, "Kick him Ron, Kick him!"

I couldn't believe they were telling him to do something like kick
another guy. That was strictly against the rules, but then I did have
Danny in a nelson and that was against the rules, too. He was unable
to break free, so far.

On my back with Danny on top of me, I fumbled around the front of
Danny's pants trying to locate the button. Danny was rolling  this
way and that trying to break free so it was difficult, but I kept my
grip on his arms with the  nelson.  Then, I raised my hand up and
sort of slapped where I thought his pecker was at. He let out a yell
and I laughed. The fellows yelled with delight to see someone else
hit in the balls.

"Served ya' right you big pig!"

I found the button at the top of his pants, but couldn't get it out
of the button hole. With desperation, I pulled really, really hard on
his pants on the button hole side. With a slight pop, the button
popped off. Now, all I had to do was get the zipper.

I reached down, but, darn! He didn't have a zipper. He had jeans that
had buttons all the way down - probably at least three or maybe four.
I wasn't sure that I could hold on much longer.

I reached for the next button.

"Ha! You thought I had a zipper, you big skunk", Danny yelled in my ear.

"I thought I was a rat", I shot back!

I held on with extreme effort. Danny was rolling this way and that
way trying to break free. I thought if he broke free, he would
probably find his belt and then come after me again. My only chance
was to hold on with the nelson. This way I was nearly in complete
control.

Danny stopped rolling for just a second so he could reply, "Actually
you are a dirty rotten fink!" He said this with his chin against his
chest sounding very sinister. But I took advantage of the slight
break in the action and taking a chance, I let go of Danny and like a
flash I whipped him around on top of him and grabbed each side of his
pants at the place where the button popped off. I pulled with every
one of the muscles in my arms. Every button popped off his pants
exposing Danny's pubic area and his pecker.

Everyone screamed and laughed and some fellows were saying. "Ron, you
got him, you got him! Pull his pants off and you win!"

I pulled Danny by his pants to a standing position and at the same
time, tried to pull his pants downward. He grabbed his pants next to
my hands and tried to pull them up while I was pulling down. I got
them down a little ways, but Danny was quite a strong guy and was
able to pull them back up. Of course, his pants had no way of staying
up without him holding on to them because there wasn't any buttons.
Because of this, I thought I had him nearly beat. All I had to do was
to continue pulling his pants downward and perhaps out of his grasp.

But, I was wrong! I guess you might say from my point of view, dead
wrong!

Danny suddenly abandoned his pants and making a quick movement around
me holding me around my waist from behind - like I had held him
earlier. However even in the flash of movement, I noticed Danny had
spread his legs apart and had pulled up the pants pretty much in
place around his bottom and midsection. Even though from the vantage
point of the guys watching the strip wrestling, Danny's white butt
was barely covered by his pants.

I struggled trying to break free. Everyone was yelling and laughing
at the site of the nearly naked kid holding me.

"My pants aren't off yet, Ron" Danny whispered loudly in my ear! "But
yours will be soon!"

Danny continued to hold me around the waist. We sort of danced around
like this for a short period.

I thought he was going try and put me in a full nelson so I didn't
let him grab my arms. But, unfortunately for me, this wasn't his plan.

Suddenly, he pushed me back on to the ground and sat on my stomach
and chest facing my feet. I tried to turn over on to my stomach so he
wouldn't have access to my pants, but Danny lifted me up and moved
his feet under me and locked me in place between his legs. I couldn't
move out of this locked position. I did try and sit up and grab him
around the waist, his near naked butt staring me in the face, but he
sat far enough up on my chest making it impossible for me to do
anything except kick my feet and pound on his back with my fists. I
tried pulling at his arms, but to no avail. In addition, I was sort
of bent backwards, too, because of Danny's legs were under my body.
My feet were touching the ground in front of Danny and my head and
shoulders were touching the ground behind Danny. My middle was about
a foot off the ground and sticking up in the air.

Danny had complete access to my pants. He didn't let the opportunity
slip by very long. Quickly, he unbuckled my belt, pulled it through
the loops in my pants and threw it aside.

Then, Danny grabbed hold of my pants finding the first button and
pushed it through the button hole.

Suddenly one of the kids yelled, "Hey fellows, here comes some girls!"

My heart skipped a couple of beats and I heard someone else yell an
additional description of the approaching females. "It's Joyce and
Brenda! And, Sharon, too!"

Oh no, I thought! These were girls in our class at school!

"Danny, stop! Some girls are coming! You gotta stop", I cried to him
several times! "They will see us! STOP!"

"They are going to see you, Ron, I got my pants on!" He paused. "You
are going to be the star of the show!"

"Your butt is showing! I can see your butt, please stop," I yelled!

I thought for a moment that Danny was going to let me go because he
sort of jumped up on me a little, but all he was doing was pulling
the back of jeans up over his butt.

"Oh yes indeedy, you are going to be the star", Danny called back!
And as he searched for and found the zipper to my pants, he continued
a third time sort of sing-song, "You are going to be the star of the
show! Hey, everybody, who's going to charge admission to the show?!"

"No", I yelled a the top of my voice!

He pulled my zipper down and then took hold of the either sides of my
pants. I thought he was going to push them down, but he stooped.

I heard everyone yelling. I looked up from behind Danny sitting on my
chest and saw the fellows first looking at me and then off away from
me and then back to Danny as the girls approached.

I struggled some more to move, but I couldn't break free from the
superb leg lock.

"Danny please! Let me up! I would'a let you up if it were the other
way `round", I begged!

"Oh sure you would', Danny replied. "Sure you would!"

He was right. I probably wouldn't have let him up either. If I had
Danny in my grip, I am sure that I would have made Danny the show for
the approaching girls.

I heard a female voice. "What are you boys doing?" I couldn't see
her, but I thought it was Sharon . My throat went dry. I noticed she
used the word "boys" probably as a kind of put down.

I heard someone answer her. "Danny and Ron are strip wrestling!"

There was dead silence for a second. Then, all three girls stepped
forward so they could see my face. I was mortified.

Sharon asked sweetly, "Hi Ron.... are you having fun?"

I smiled and nodded. I couldn't think of anything to say.

To my chagrin all three girls stepped to the other end of me near
Danny.   I was sure they could see my pecker inside my open pants.

Joyce asked again also sweetly and sort of matter of factually, "You
are strip wrestling?"

"Yea, you're just in time for the show!" Danny said, probably with a
big grin on his face. Everyone, the fellows and the girls, began
laughing.

All three girls continued laughing as they looked and my predicament.
I am sure they noticed Danny's hands were gripped to either side of
my pants near the zipper. I suppose he was waiting for some sign the
strip wrestling could continue.

Joyce giggled, "I have never seen a naked boy before, have you?!" She
directed her questions to her friends.

They answered `no' together and Danny answered, "Then, you are about
to see one for the first time girls!"

I croaked a soft, "Nooooo!"

I could feel Danny open my pants wide. I felt the warm summer air
flow around my pecker and balls. He began pushing them down my legs.

One of the girls gasped and made a soft scream, "Look, you can see
his thingy!" All three girls were laughing and most of the fellows
started laughing, too, but maybe somewhat uncomfortably because maybe
they were thinking it could have been them. Danny pushed my pants
down my legs. Joyce kept starring at my  nakedness, but the other two
girls jumped up and down and turned around hiding their faces with
their hands, but looking between their fingers.

I was completely humiliated. I was almost on the verge of crying, but
I knew I would never do that in front of the fellows and especially
the girls. It was bad enough that they could see my pecker and balls,
but I certainly wouldn't let them see me cry.

I just shut my eyes and gritted my teeth. I struggled a little, but
it was of no use. Danny held me tightly in his leg grip.

After a short pause, I opened my eyes slowly as Danny stopped pushing
my pants down and I looked about. The girls were talking in whispers
to each other and pointing at my nakedness. The fellows were just
staring, too.

I wondered what they were staring at. Oh, I knew they were looking at
my nakedness all right. But slowly it dawned on me that I was
beginning to develop a boner. I broke into a sweat and now I almost
DID begin to cry. The girls must not see me with an erection! How
could I stop it? I was bent backwards with my pecker jutting out for
the world to see!

I guess with the summer breeze blowing around my pecker and balls and
the fact that about ten males and especially three females were
staring at my most private area, my pecker decided to put on it's own
show! It was almost like my pecker had a mind of it's own. I shut my
eyes tight and tried with all my might to stop the reaction, but to
no avail. In fact, it probably only got bigger.

"Oh my god, he's got a stiffy", one of the fellows whispered, but a
whisper which could be heard from home to first base!

There was a murmur among the male audience. The girls continue to stare.

The fellows were probably mostly embarrassed for me and maybe for all
the males present! I probably looked very much like every guy here. I
was circumcised and most of the guys were too. Most of us had little
or no pubic hair and we were not very big down there either. Oh, my
pecker was starting to get bigger probably a little over four inches
soft. I had started having very pleasant sex dreams at night leaving
a small wet present for me in my bed about six months ago. My
shoulders were starting to broaden more and my hips narrowing. I had
lost all my baby fat some time ago. My stomach was flat right down to
my pubic area and pecker. I was five foot eight and a half. I guess I
was a good looking kid. I know some of the girls thought so -
including Sharon who now would know and see other parts of my body.

Then,  Sharon said, "My goodness, it really is getting big! It must
be at least six inches long!" I felt very proud right then because I
knew it was only a little over five inches hard. I had recently
measured it.

"He doesn't have any hair anywhere, does he?" she continued. Then, I
felt a let down. At almost 13 and shooting sperm, I should have a
little pubic hair. Actually, I had about three because I counted
them! But then Sharon probably couldn't see the tiny pubic hairs and
continued and I felt somewhat better, "He's as bald as a baby's butt.
But, actually," she paused with embarrassment, "He almost looks like
me except I don't have a thingy!"

She bent double with laughter and all the fellows hooted. I don't
think anybody could believe that she said that! I know for sure, I
didn't!

Then, everyone was quiet for a short time. I wondered why Danny
stopped trying to push my pants off my legs.

Suddenly, I felt a slight swat of my very erect erect pecker.

"Ding - dong - ding - dong", Danny said. He was swatting my pecker
back and forth with his hand. "Ding - dong - ding - dong".

"Stop", I yelled and I started moving my legs around wildly trying to
break free!

Some of the fellows and the girls started chiming in with, "Ding -
dong - ding - dong!" as Danny swatted my pecker back and forth. The
swatting of my pecker back and forth only made it harder.

Danny gripped me between his legs even tighter. However, it suddenly
struck me that he couldn't reach the end of my legs to pull my pants
off. He was going to have to get off my legs eventually to pull my
them off. I would have to be ready to grab him when he did.

I stopped my thrashing around because Danny stopped swatting my
pecker and I was waiting for him to make his next move.

Then, Danny asked the girls something that made my mouth drop open.

"Would any of you girls like to know what a little boy's boner feels
like?"

"No way", I yelled!

But, I was ignored. I looked at the three girls and they all just
seemed very embarrassed. All the fellows also seemed to be in shock
at the bravado of Danny.

No one moved or said anything for a while. Then, Sharon started
moving toward the lower part of my anatomy. If it would be any of
those three girls, it would half to be Sharon.

"I would", Sharon said pleasantly!

"Don't do it Sharon , please", I yelled!

But as she moved and leaned closer to me, the thought of pleasure
went through my mind. I waited with anticipation. Time seemed to
stand still. I could hear birds tweeting in nearby trees. Nothing
seemed to happen for a long time. I even noticed the tops of the
evergreens moving slightly in the summer breeze. I wished that I
could see her.

Suddenly, I felt a finger or thumb on either side of the head of my
pecker. No one had ever touched me there except me.

"Hmmmmm...", I murmured.

Slowly, Sharon began to sort of twist it gently back and forth. It
was actually feeling really good, I thought to myself, very good! For
gods sake, I hope she doesn't do it very long or....

Danny then continued, "Go ahead and touch his balls if you want!"

"NO! That's enough! Pleeeease!"

But, I felt Sharon's hand sort of cup my  balls in the palm of her hand.

"They feel so tight", she replied softly. "Hey Joyce and Brenda come
and touch his thingy", she laughingly said to her two friends.

I started to yell NO, but ....

..... all of a sudden, Danny tried to untangle his legs from the vice
lock he had on me. I knew what he was trying to do and I was
prepared. As soon as he was free from me and with my pants around my
knees, I made a tackle for Danny.  Sharon backed away quickly. I
caught Danny around his middle and we both fell to the ground. I
grabbed for his pants that were actually starting to slide down from
off his butt. I caught the back of his pants and the other part of
the open front of his pants. I put all my strength into pulling them
down and if possible off his body.

"There's going to be another star in this show", I yelled at Danny.

Danny was so surprised at this turn of events that he only screamed -
almost like a girl, I thought. All the fellows were screaming again
and jumping up and down. I thought I could also hear the girls also
screaming, but most everyone there had the same voice level!

Then, I noticed that Danny also had a boner - maybe from the
excitement of watching Sharon touch my pecker!

I quickly jumped up with my pants around my ankles, I let go of the
top of his pants and grabbed both pants legs and started pulling them
off. However, Danny grabbed the top of his pants with one free hand
and tried to pull them back. For about ten seconds or so, it was a
tug-a-war over Danny's pants!

Everyone was yelling!

Then, Danny lost his grip and his pants slipped off his legs. I fell
backwards  from the inertia with his pants held high in my hand.
Danny was now stark naked!

Everyone was screaming and shouting words no one could possible
understand in the upheaval. Danny was sitting with his legs up
against his chest trying to hide his nakedness and his boner.

Everybody was out of control... shouting... laughing .....pointing at
Danny... the guys looking at the girls....the girls looking at the
guys .... everyone looking at Danny still trying to hide his
embarrassment. Many were looking at me with admiration because I was
the winner.

I didn't feel like a winner standing there stark naked. I put my
hands in front of my private area as if it really made any difference
now!

Suddenly there was one scream above all the rest of the noise!
Stanley was shouting at his very loudest and pointing at Danny's feet
and then at my legs.

Everyone was looking at both of us. I looked at Danny's feet. He
still had on one white sock!. I looked down at my own feet. My pants
were not there. I was standing stark naked with absolutely nothing
on. My pants had fallen off probably when I jumped to pull Danny's
pants off. Danny still had on one item of clothing. He had won.

I suppose the strip wrestling could still be considered a toss up
because we both stripped each other almost equally. However, I did
lose by one sock.

Everyone was roaring with approval for Danny. He was looking very
pleased with himself.

Slowly and deliberately and with shame mostly for losing and not so
much for my nakedness, I stooped to pick up my pants.

But again suddenly, Stanley, my best friend, made just one more
surprising discovery.

He yelled again almost as loud as before. "The strip wrestling is not
over! Danny still has something on. Ron still has something on."

I thought that Stanley had lost is mind. I wanted to commend him for
his support, but I lost.

"Look", he continued to yell loudly. "Ron still has on his necklace.
It's around his neck!"

I put my hand to my neck and touched my necklace. It was the one that
my mother gave me for my twelfth birthday. It had my name engraved on
the back of the little cross.

Danny looked up. He was about 15 feet away. I guess he had forgotten
all about being naked and made a dive for me almost from a sitting
position. Everyone was yelling and jumping up and down again. The
strip wrestling wasn't over yet! This time we were wrestling stark
naked, of course nearly naked, in front of about ten fellows and
three girls. I certainly hope all our racket didn't draw more girls -
maybe older fellows - or for that matter, anyone else!

I sprang to the side as Danny ran toward me. And as he swept by me, I
stuck out my foot and tripped him. I dove for his foot with the sock
on it, but Danny quickly curled his foot up under his body in an
attempt to keep it away from me.

I suppose from the view point of the girls and all the fellows it
must have been quite a sight: two stark naked young boys wrestling
each other in broad day light - their four inch peckers bouncing
around for everyone to see. Sometimes a leg or arm of an opponent
would squish a reddish pecker or a couple of pink balls and the owner
would let out a yell! It must have been quite a sight and too bad I
was one of those wrestlers! I might have wanted to see it!

I jumped beside Danny and tried to pull his foot from under him. I
could feel his sock and took a hold of it and pulled. It began to
slip off, but at the very same time Danny grabbed my necklace and
pulled if off my neck.

I fell back with his sock in my hand and Danny was holding up my
necklace. It was another tie and now we were both truly naked.

I would have called it a draw, but Danny was not the type of fellow
that lost or even tied a game very well.

However, he was nice enough to toss the necklace to Stanley. With a
puzzled look, I handed Danny his sock.

But he suddenly grabbed my whole arm and pulled me toward him. I fell
on top of him, but facing his feet.

He put his arm around my waist and locked it has tight as he could
almost like the leg lock knocking the wind from me and grabbed my
pecker with his other hand. I gasped.

"New rule, Ronnie boy! The one who makes the other guy shoot first
wins!"

"No way you pervert", I yelled! But then, Danny had me right where it
counts and he was bound to make me do it whether I liked it or not!

I could see everyone crowding up real close to see this new twist of
events. Unfortunately, the girls were the closest.

Danny was working my pecker and balls playing and massaging the heck
out of them. My pecker was instantly hard again. Of course, when
Danny jumped off me, my pecker had gone back to normal size. Now
Danny was bringing it back to life... really fast. He was pumping my
boner up and down with his free hand wrapped around my penis tightly
as fast as he could go. About every five seconds or so, he would
change and play with my balls for a second and then start pumping my
boner.

Danny was facing away nearer my feet and I couldn't reach him. I
struggled with all my might kicking my feet trying to break his grip
around my waist. I stopped kicking my legs and bent forward trying to
reach his head and neck. I almost made it once, but Danny moved his
head away. I lay back down. I knew that I had to do something soon or
he was going to make me shoot in front of everyone. I really couldn't
believe Danny was doing this, but I guess some people will do just
about anything to be a winner.

I reached up again and tried to hook my fingers around his head. I
was able to grab a hold of some of his long hair. Danny was not like
most every other fellows in our town. He had quite long hair where
all the others had crew cuts or a normal boy haircut.

I pulled his hair and head backward toward me and Danny screamed with
pain. He let go of my pecker and tried to pull my hands away from his
hair with this hand, but I just pulled harder and harder. This forced
him to let go of me with his other hand. I twisted my body away and
Danny quickly followed. Then, some how we ended up holding each other
with one arm around each other's waist toward and facing each other's
feet. My pecker was near Danny's head and his pecker was right next
to my free hand.

Danny grabbed my pecker again and started pumping away where he left
off. My boner had melted away a little bit, but Danny made it come
right back up. I looked at Danny's circumcised pecker about a foot
away from my head. I noticed that he was also as bald as me - maybe
because he was at least six months younger. I looked around at the
close crowd and saw Sharon and Joyce and a few fellows looking at me.
Still looking at Sharon, my head fell backwards a bit I guess
enjoying the hand job I was receiving on the other end of me! I
looked in Sharon's beautiful blue eyes again and she made a nod of
toward Danny's mid section and moving her lips made the words, "DO IT!"

I quickly looked at Danny's very bald and nearly white pubic area
with about a five inch hard  pecker sticking straight toward my face
and two small marble sized balls nestled behind the pecker and
realized I better make up for lost time. I grabbed his pecker and
balls with one hand and started massaging the entire system as fast
as I could.

With the first touch of my hand on his pecker and balls, Danny
stopped pumping my pecker for about five seconds, took a deep breath
and then began pumping me in ernest realizing it was now a race to
see who shoots first! HIs pecker quickly became as hard as a rock.

I tried to move my lower body around so Danny would have trouble
hanging on to my pecker and at the same time I didn't want him to let
go because it felt so good!

I know I was quickly beginning to have that feeling of pleasure
building up in me like when I jerked off. I had no clue how Danny
felt. Danny wasn't trying to move his body away from me as I had been
doing. In fact, he seemed to be beginning to move in rhythm to my
pumping his pecker up and down. I decided to do the same thing.

I suppose too, that both of us, now that we had been stark naked with
boners and jerking each other off in front of our friends, felt the
excitement of maybe a little exhibitionism. I know, I felt quite good
about how the girls had admired my body. I looked around and noticed
some of my friends closely watching Danny pumping away on my pecker
and other friends watching me jerk Danny. All three girls were
watching with keen interest.

I realized that all the kids here were having quite a lesson in sex,
though possible somewhat perverted. Sharon seemed especially
interested and moved in closer watching me pump away on Danny's
pecker. In the mean time, Joyce and Brenda moved away and were
watching Danny work my pecker - I guess because I couldn't see them.
Maybe, I thought, I should let one of the girls work on Danny! But,
darn it, it was really fun to do it myself!

"This's really cool", Sharon said to the kid next to her. She leaned
even closer and watched my hand tightly gripped around Danny's
pecker. I moved it up and down the length - back and forth, back and
forth. I would also pay special attention to the end of his pecker
and under the front. I would rub this part with my thumb. I know from
jerking myself and from what I could feel Danny doing to me this felt
especially good and deeply powerful.

"It ----  feels really --- great ---- Oh ---- I guess this is it", I
gasped!

The volcanic feeling inside my middle just seemed to erupt with
energy. I heard one of the girls watching my pecker call out, "Watch
out! Ron is shooting!"

I shot one spurt of sperm and the rest sort of dribble out, but some
fellows told me later that I shot over three times. I guess that is
how urban stories about sex are made because I know I couldn't do
more than one when I was only 13 years old. Whatever! I know the
feeling was fantastic and I didn't want it to end.

Danny stopped pumping my pecker thank god. He called to me still not
releasing his grip on my middle. "Ron..... please keep going! You
gotta let me shoot!"

By right, I should have just declared Danny the winner and quit. I
didn't have any idea what Danny would have done. Perhaps he would
have jerked himself off at this point. I don't know. But a feeling of
compassion swept over me. I felt sure that Danny was almost ready to
shoot.

I didn't reply, but kept up pumping his pecker. I released my grip
around Danny's waist and Danny did likewise. I began massaging his
balls and pumping his pecker at the same time and that is what did it!

Danny yelled, "It's comin', oh....oh.....oh.....uuuuuuh!" One load of
white sperm shot out of Danny's pecker narrowly missing my face
because I was still pretty close to him. Some more dribble out of his
pecker and over my hand. It was almost kind of gross, but at the same
time kind of cool!

Danny fell back exhausted. So did I.

We lay this way for nearly a whole minute, I think. No one made a
sound. I think that everyone was trying to understand what they had
just witnessed or were a part of. I don't think anyone imagined that
strip wrestling was going to end like this. I must admit that Danny
wasn't the normal 13 year old even though I considered him one of my
friends. As I said earlier, he certainly was always the daring type.

What about me? Was I daring too like Danny? I guess with all the
fellows around the pressure to compete was present. Most would
probably never have even participated in strip wrestling let alone
jack someone off in the presence of three girls and a bunch of
fellows. But I guess the excitement, the egging on of others and
doing something completely different motivated us to do what we did.

I brought my head up and looked around. Danny was already starting to
get up and his eyes met mine. A big smile came over his face and he
reached out to shake my hand. I took his hand and said, "Wow! What
happened?"

Now, of all things, I was beginning to feel very modest - almost
embarrassed by my nakedness - even when I knew everyone here had
probably seen every square inch of my body let alone witnessed my
ejaculation. I found my pants and slipped them on. Danny must have
been feeling much the same way. He had his pants on and was sitting
looking around sheepishly. A few fellows  nearby were talking to him.

Everyone else were talking to each other. One fellow, Keith, came
over to me. He looked around to see if anyone was listening and said,
"Ron, that was really great". He looked around again and continued,
"Sometime, would you like to strip wrestle with me? Uhhh, we don't
have to, you know, ..... you know, uhh....."

I guess maybe strip wrestling might catch on!

I said, "Sure, why not! And no, we don't have to do that!"

Then, Sharon walked over to me, leaned down and whispered in my ear,
"I like your body!" She giggled. I smiled back at her. She sure was
pretty. She then looked around and then continued, "Would you like to
strip wrestle me sometime?" She giggled again.

I looked at her pretty blue eyes and said, "Sure, why not!" I knew
she really didn't mean it, or did she?




Now what do you think? You have a boner, don't you? Or at least you
had one somewhere in the story, didn't you!? If you don't have a
boner by the end of this story than I have not succeeded! But really,
I think the story is good. I hope to hear from you:
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