Date: Thu, 24 Nov 2011 10:24:20 +0000 (GMT)
From: penny cox <pennycox694@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Schoolboy Wrestling

I must have been in the second year, at my all-boys secondary school, when
it was suggested that wrestling would be part of the PE classes, but for
volunteers only

My hand went up immediately. I was already joining in with the mass
wanking, going on in toilets and showers, and loved to see my friends in
their underpants. It was decided that we would wear swimming trunks, and
that the first lesson would be in the school gym after school one
evening. There were only about 12 of us, standing around 4 large black
rubber gym mats, in our swimming trunks. I looked around at all the lovely
bulging trunks, as the teacher called us out one by one to demonstrate the
moves. Starting, throwing, and best of all, the holding down on the floor,
by use of body weight. Several times I found myself pinned to the lovely
smelling rubber mat, by the teacher, who, like us, had only swimming trunks
on. His body was holding me down, and at one point, he was kneeling astride
me, with his knees on my shoulders, shuffling back and forth, pressing his
bulge against my chin. It felt so gorgeous, especially as I was being held
down in front of lots of my class mates. My friends could see where the
teachers bulge was, and the smile on my face.

The following day in class, I was standing beside the English teachers
desk, getting my homework marked. He was nearly retired, chubby and bald,
but I really liked him, probably because of the rumours that he was
gay. Wanking off schoolboys was nice, but I often sat in his class and
wondered what he'd look like naked, or how I could go about getting an
invite to his flat, for "Extra" tuition.

"How did the wrestling go yesterday"? he asked. "Ok sir" I said "I enjoyed
it".. "I used to do a bit of wrestling years ago" he said "I'll have to
come and watch. In the meantime Simon, I wanted you to write me an essay on
why you enjoyed wrestling,ok"? I nodded and walked away, imagining him
standing by the mat, watching me being held down, with bulging swimming
trunks, being pressed to my face.

That evening, alone in my bedroom, I began to write my essay, begining with
how we were all dressed, decribing to variety of trunks, and how some were
a little small for the boy in them. Then the moves and how I enjoyed doing
them, ending with a detailed description of the way I was held down, in
various holds, but how I really enjoyed the "Schoolboy Pin", and how I
liked submitting, and feeling the mat on my back.

The next day I was called out to the front, and while my class mates worked
on, the teacher, Mr Jones, opened my homework book. "I really liked this
essay Simon" he said quietly. Sounds like you enjoyed it" "I did sir, I
really did" I whispered. "Good" he said "Call in here after school, and
we'll have a talk" "Yes Sir" I said and went back to my seat. At 4.00 that
afternoon, I was knocking on his door. "Come in" I heard so I opened the
door and walked over to his desk. "Hello sir" I said loudly, as we were
alone. "Aghhh Simon, I've been thinking. As you enjoyed your introduction
to wrestling so much, do you think you could benefit from some extra
tuition"?  "I'm not sure what you mean sir" I replied, trying to appear
dumb. "Well Simon, I'd be more than happy to give you the benefit of my
experience" he said looking up at me "I could arrange to have a gym mat at
home, and you would be more than welcome to visit me on a Saturday morning,
and we could go through a few moves together"?

The thought of it sounded lovely. "Well yes sir" I said quickly, "that
would be very useful". "Naturally you couldn't tell anyone Simon" he said
"We wouldn't want anyone to know, not even your parents, would we. Can you
arrange that"?  "Oh yes sir" I added excitedly, no-one would ever know"
"Good" he said "It'll be our secret, and don't bring your swimming trunks,
you can wrestle in your underpants, ok"? I nodded wondering if he would
also be in his pants. "And what will you wear sir"? I asked in a sissy
voice. "Oh I don't know Simon, you decide" he whispered. After a short
silence while I imagined what he might look like in underpants. "Just
underpants then sir" I said again in my sissy voice, adding "I'm sure
you'll look lovely in them" I didn't know why I said that, I must have gone
red, and looked at the floor with embarassment. "You can tell me on
Saturday Simon" He whispered "because you will be the only one seeing me in
them, won't you"? I looked up at him, there was a big smile across his
face. "Yes sir" I said sheepishly "I'm looking forward to it. What time"?
"As early as you like Simon, the sooner you arrive, the longer we'll have
together" "Ok sir 9.00" I said and left his classroom

That night in bed I wanked myself off, thinking about Mr Jones in his
underpants. Saturday couldn't come soon enough.

Soon I was standing outside his flat, ringing the bell. The door
opened. "Hello Simon, come in" he said "Go through into the lounge, I've
cleared the furniture and put the gym mat down" I could see the mat through
the open door, and went through, and stood beside it. The furniture was all
around the edge of the room, and two large gym mats covered the center of
the room. Mr Jones came in and closed the lounge door. "Ok Simon" he said
quietly "I've got my little camera, I hope you don't mind, but maybe I
could take some pictures of you, and of us in wrestling holds. Is that
alright"?  I nodded, looking down at the lovely rubbery gym mat. "Shall I
undress now sir"? I asked. "Yes Simon" he whispered "down to your
underpants please". I looked over at him on the other side of the mat, with
a camera in his hand, and nervously started to undress, putting my shirt
and vest on a chair, then taking my shoes and socks off, and finally
undoing my trousers. I heard a click, and looked over to see him taking a
photo of me. "Don't mind me Simon" he whispered "Now your trousers" I
unzipped them and let them fall, another click, then I picked them up,
folded them and put them on the chair, 2 more clicks. "You look so nice
Simon, now take a couple of me as I undress will you"? he asked walking
over and handing me the camera. He walked to the middle of the mat and
started to take his shirt off, I took a pictue. He didn't have a vest on
and I could see his chubby tummy. Then the shoes and socks, and finally he
started to undo his trousers.

Click, as the zip was undone, click as the trousers slid down to the mat,
and click as he bent down to pick them up. "That's it Simon" he said "Now
how do I look"? He stood in the center of the gym mat in just his navy blue
y-fronts. I just looked as he picked up his clothes and put them on the
same chair as mine. "Well Simon" he said with his hands on his hips, "What
do you think. No-one will ever know that you're here, or what we do, or see
the photos. Well"? "You look lovely sir" I blurted out. "Take another
picture then" Click went the camera. I walked to the center of the mat when
he waved me over, and gave him the camera. "Now Simon, you like to be held
down on the mat, is that right"? I nodded. "Well lay down just here then"
he ordered. I obeyed, and looked up at him pointing the camera down at
me. "Simon you do look good in those nice white pants, smile at the
camera". Click "Roll over onto your tummy" I obeyed. "Smile" I
obeyed. Click "Now on your side propped up on your elbow, and smile" I
obeyed. Click. "Now Simon, lay on your back for me" I turned over and
looked up.

"The idea is for one wrestler to hold the other one down on the mat, untill
the referee says he's won the point. We're alone Simon, so I'll show you a
couple of holds, ok"?  I nodded and watched him get down on his knees
beside me. He lifted one leg and suddenly he was kneeling astride me, and
lowered himsel down untill he was sitting right over my underpants. His
chubby tummy almost hid his bulge, but I could still see it. Click. I
looked up to see him taking a few pictures of me underneath him. He
wriggled around ontop of me and I could feel his bottom cheeks right over
my boy-cock.  "Put your hands on the mat above your head, as if you were
surrendering to the victor". I obeyed. Click. "Am I going to be the victor
Simon" He whispered "Will you let me hold you down, just with my body"?
"Yes sir" I gasped. His hands rubbed my chest, down untill his fingers were
under his tummy, lifting the waistband of my pants. I desperately longed
for his hands to slip inside my pants and play with my boy-cock, but they
didn't." Give me your hands Simon" he said softly. I lifted my arms up and
let him take hold of my hands. "Now Simon, just relax" he said as he leant
forward and pushed my arms up aboove my head, and held them down on the
mat. "Is that nice Simon" he whispered with his face inches from mine
"Being held down and not able to resist, feeling me on top of you"? I
nodded and felt him kiss my cheek. He wriggled up my body until he was
sitting astride my chest. I looked down and saw that his bulge was much
closer, but he was holding my arms, and I did so want to touch it.

I struggled to get my arms free, but he kept on holding me down. "Why are
you struggling Simon" he asked "I just wanted to be able to touch you sir"
I said in my sissy voice. "Do you really want to touch me, maybe I should
touch you a little more first, what do you think" I nodded again. He let go
of my hands and wriggled up me until he was sitting over the top of me
chest, with his knees over the tops of my arms, still holding me down, but
at least I could lift my arms. I looked up, he was sitting upright, looking
down at me. I eased my hands up and managed to place them on his hips,
right over the waistband of his y-fronts. Then he rolled forward,
supporting himself with his hands, and wriggling even further up until his
bulge was touching my chin. I looked at it, only inches away, fantasising
about pulling his pants down and kissing the tip of his cock. "This is a
good wrestling position Simon," he whispered "because I am still holding
you down, you cannot get free, and I can rub any bit of me, against any bit
of you, and you can't do anything about it. The one on top can do anything
he likes, to the one underneath, anything. Is that clear, can I show you"?

Before I could reply or even nod, he had bent his arms and suddenly was
resting on his elbows, pressing the front of his pants against my
face. "Lay still Simon" he said "Just relax. Oh I can feel your nose and
mouth, through my underpants. It feels so nice. You see what can be done if
you're on top Simon"? I tried to nod, and could clearly feel his cock
through the Y-Fronts, as I moved my head. The smell was a mixture of
washing powder, and what I assumed was sirs cock. Suddenly he started to
move, rubbing himself from side to side and up and down, pressing that
heavenly Y against my face. In seconds, I noticed his cock growing, getting
stiffer and bigger.

"Let me turn round Simon, just stay still while I get up" he whispered. I
watched as he slowly got up, and stood over my. The front of his pants were
bulging out quite a lot. He took my hands and held them together above my
head, them knelt back down, trapping my arms between his legs. He knelt
back down and soon he was bending forward, his bulging pants covering my
face once more. "From this position Simon" he whispered "I can rub my pants
against your face, and now I can look at your in your pants, and you can't
do anything about it, can you"? Again I tried to nod, but he had already
started to press himself against me, and was moving to and fro, forcing me
to feel his stiffening cock being rubbed over my face. "Now Simon" he said
very softly "I can look at you in your pants, and you look very nice, and
if I wanted to, I could lean forward, and lay my face against your
pants. You wouldn't mind would you, after all no-one can see us.. "No Sir"
I blurted out somehow, and released my hands from being trapped, lifted
them and rested them on his bottom cheeks. "Oh Simon" he squealed "Your
hands are free. Never mind, you can touch me anywhere you want. You have my
permission". I heard the camera go Click several times as I slipped my
hands up a little until I had my fingertips hooked into the waistband of
sirs' pants. I pulled them down a little, then a little more, and a little
more. I could feel m,y boy-cock getting bigger, and knew that he was
looking at it. I didn't care, I liked the idea of being watched. I began to
wish that he'd pull my pants down and play with me properly.

He lifted himself off me, looked down at me and asked "Shall we take our
pants off Simon". I just looked at him and nodded. "I'll take yours off" he
whispered, and got off me, and knelt by my side. Hooking his fingers in the
waistband of my pants, suddenly they were moving. I lifted my legs, and
watched as my schoolboy pants slid up to my feet, then right off. He
silently looked down at me, then, as I watched saw his fingers wrap
themselves aroung my boycock, which was nice and stiff, and started to wank
me. Click went the camera in his free hand several times. "Aren't you going
to take your pants off sir"? I asked. "Of course Simon" he said, handing me
the camera. He stood up, towering above me, and started to ease his pants
down, taking several photos, and watched his cock spring out as the tight
waistband released it. "Oh" I gasped as I saw it. The pants were soon on
the floor. He stepped out of them, and soon was kneeling astride my chest,
holding my hands above my head again. As I watched, he wriggled up and up
until he was inches from my face, his cock lovely and stiff, with so much
hair, and a big helmet.

"Now Simon, are you ready to submit and let the victor have his prize"?
"Oh Yes Sir" I blurted and watched as his cock come nearer and nearer,
finally being pressed against my face, and then rubbed all over. I parted
my lips when his helmet or balls passed close by and managed to touch his
helmet with my tongue a few times. After a few moments, he stopped, sat
upright with the camera in his hand. Leaning forward, he rested his helmet
on my chin and took a picture. I remained still, with my arms above my
head, watching. He leant a little further forward until it was now on my
lips, two further Clicks. I looked up at him, towering over me, taking
pictures. I smiled for him, and then looked at his helmet, so close . I
lifted my arms, and placed my hands on his thighs, as he whispered "Kiss it
Simon". I obeyed , pursing my lips, and kissed it several times. I could
see clear juices ouzing from the tip of sirs cock, so I poked my tongue out
and licked some into my mouth as he took more pictures. It seemed to taste
ok. My hands moved round into the mass of hair at the base of his cock,
then after I'd plucked up the courage, I wrapped the fingers of one hand
around his shaft and began a wanking movement.

"Oh Simon that does feel nice" he sighed. The wanking was moving the tip of
his cock all around my mouth, spreading the clear juices over my lips. I
licked my lips and the end of his cock. As I parted my lips to give his
helmet a kiss, half of it slipped into my mouth. It took me by surprise,
but I parted them further, and allowed the rest of his helmet to slip
in. Oh it seemed to be such a big mouthful, as my lips felt the ridge under
his helmet. The camera was clicking away. I saw him roll forward onto his
elbows, pushing more of his cock into my mouth. I suddenly got frightened,
and thought I might choke, but the camera carried on clicking, but then he
stopped and sat upright, easing his cock out of my mouth. "I'm sorry Simon,
did that frighten you"? I nodded.  He got off, and laid beside me, and
slipped an arm under my neck. Pulling me over onto my side he whispered "I
am sorry Simon, let me kiss it better". Several brief kisses followed, then
I felt his tongue, and let it into my mouth. In seconds we were snogging
like regulars. "Why don't I lay on my back Simon, and let you give my cock
another kiss, would you like that"?

"Oh yes please Sir"

End of Part 1