Date: Sun, 5 Feb 2006 07:38:42 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Larry's Gym 2

Larry's Gym 2

The Wrestlers.

By Bald Hairy Man.

This is an adult gay story for adult gay men. I this offends you, DON'T
read it. This is a fantasy, not a sex manual. Play safely.

I liked working on Police night, but the wrestling nights were more
fun. They had wrestling bouts on Monday and Wednesday evenings and again on
Saturday morning. Wednesday was the best night.  We closed to the public at
9:00 for the wrestling matches and at 9:30 we switched to nude wrestling.

Hercules and Ajax liked nude wrestling. Their wrestling style was
collegiate or Olympic type, both because this was a safer than the
television style events, but also because there was much more body contact
in the more traditional forms of the sport. Greco-Roman is the way they
described it, but I don't know how much sex was involved in the ancient
sport.

Hercules and Ajax liked sex with men, but they weren't that driven.
Hercules told me they had to be careful, since treating sex with the owners
as a part of the regular or even the de lux membership could easily get to
be a problem.  Most of the matches ended with sex.  Usually it was in the
locker room, but one or two big matches would end with sex on the mat in
front of the onlookers.

This didn't happen every time, but it happened enough to keep attendance
very high. Ninety per cent of the time, if there was open sex in a match,
Hercules or Ajax would be involved. They didn't like sex in the exercise
room, but made exceptions when they were extra horny.  They told me when
they were professionals, they were paid big bucks when the gave nude
wrestling matches in front of a "special" audience.

Hercules wasn't handsome, but when they passed out the male hormones, he
got a triple dose. He was a bit more than six feet tall, and a solid 250
pounds.  Every pound was muscle.  He had a thick, curly beard and a dusting
of hair on his chest.

He kept a statue of Hercules in the office and he was a dead ringer,
heavily muscled and well defined. Unlike the sculpture, Hercules was hung
like a horse.  He had huge low hangers, a long, thin cock shaft and a huge,
purple, mushroom cock head. His real name was Cohen, so he was cut.

Ajax only had a double dose of male hormones. He was 100% Italian, hairy
and dark. Ajax was five feet seven with a perfect triangular torso and
rippling muscles. Ajax's genitals were a compact trio of balls and cock
head. All three were the same size, except the cock head appeared bigger
since it was shrouded in a thick foreskin. Hard it was a massive beer can
cock.

Both men were attractive to other men. They knew it, but they were careful
to never promise more than they could deliver. They could have had any man
in the gym, but they didn't pick only the beauties.  They tended to like
men who looked like men and didn't discriminate. You didn't have to be
buffed and ripped for them to take a shine to you.

You might think there would be guys who were jealous, but that didn't
happen. Ajax and Hercules had pals rather than lovers. When they had sex at
the end of a match, they included the audience.  It was sort of a shared
experience.  They were in great shape, but once and a while they would
lose.  They were the best losers I've ever seen.

They had no problem taking the victor's cock and always had a spectacular
orgasm as a testament to the winner's sexual prowess.  It was exciting for
everybody.

Most of the wrestlers were older men and many were married. Several of them
had a man's night out and came to the gym. I think the secret, sexual
aspect of the wrestling excited them.

I had never followed wrestling except for the junk you see on the
television, and hadn't focused much on the weight classes.  There were more
small wrestlers than I had thought.

Hercules and Ajax knew their cocks were the grand prizes for the men, and
they were twice the size of some of the smaller guys. They found a way to
include the smaller men.  They had tag team matches.

One light weight man would be paired with Ajax, and another with
Hercules. The matches may not have been the prototype for a new Olympic
sport, but they were fun.  The matches would be light weights one week,
middle weights the next and heavy weights on the third.

Many of the men had been wrestlers in high school and college.  Some had
continued to exercise and were still in good condition, but quite a few
were out of shape. I'm a fairly competitive person and I wondered why men
who never won a match would continue participating. Sex was the reward. It
was a double reward if you were a bottom.

At first I assumed most of the wrestlers weren't interested in sex.  I was
wrong about that.  Wresting involves close physical contact with another
almost nude man.  It can easily turn sexual. In a public gym you can
suppress the sexual aspect. At Larry's Gym we made no effort to suppress
men's natural urges.

We certainly got good attendance on wrestling nights and most of the men
became regulars. Since I spent most of the time in the locker and shower
room, I learned about the matches from the men's descriptions afterwards.

The light weight group had two, informal divisions. One group was made up
of short, muscular and wiry men.  Most of these seemed to be hyper
masculine.  I called them the Might Mouse group. The other group was the
Fireplug division. They were built like brick shit houses. Massive and
beefy, some were muscular, others had become plain, old fat.

Since Hercules was much heavier the Ajax, one of the Mighty Mice would be
paired with him, while a Fireplug would join Ajax.  The total weight of the
team would be roughly the same. Sam was the best of the Mighty Mice.  He
was 5'-3" and weighed 120 pounds. He was a body builder with perfectly
defined muscles.  He shaved his entire body except for his pubic hair.

When I first met Sam, I didn't like him.  As I got to know him, he turned
out to be all right.  He had a hair trigger temper and tended to take every
event personally.  Once he discovered I wasn't slighting him when I gave a
guy a towel before I gave him one, he relaxed.  He was much better with men
his size.  He got along well with all of the lightweight men.  Sam sported
a nice six incher, crowned with a big mushroom.

Two Fireplugs tended to be at the top of their class, Wilton and Joe. Joe
was a former collegiate wrestler who had come close to getting in the
Olympics in 1980. There had been a lot of water under the bridge since
then.  He had let himself go, but was slowly getting back into shape.  He
was a smart wrestler.  He wasn't as strong as many, but if anyone made a
mistake, Joe would go in for the pin.  In his youth, Joe had Sam's body.
You just had to add 50 or 60 pounds and you had Joe. Joe was also the best
hung of the Fireplugs. He had a donkey dong and bull balls.

Wilson was a smaller version of Hercules.  He was solid, massive, well
defined and muscular. He was built like a gorilla, with comparatively short
legs and long arms. His body was covered in curly hair which added to the
simian look. Uncut, he had compact genitals. His balls were held close to
his body and the enshrouded cock head rested on the orbs. Wilson was always
cheerful and friendly.

After a few months, the tag team matches became popular.  The tag team
included more men then the single bouts, but since Hercules and Ajax were
never on the same team. Some lucky guy would get to fuck one of them.
Since I was in the locker room and shower all of the time, I knew many of
the men were happy bottoming.  It seemed to be an unwritten rule, that the
winner got to fuck the looser. Well after the match, I noticed many of the
losers would fuck the winners in the steam room. Everyone got to have fun.

The matches could get intense. All of the men were competitive; they all
wanted to win. I thought that would be a problem, but Hercules hated bad
losers. If you took things badly, he'd have a talk with you.  If you took
things badly again, you were out. Remarkably few men tried it twice. Sam
had been a sore loser, but only once.

It was a big wrestling night at the gym when Wilson came into the shower
room. Sometimes the wrestlers came in a bunch after the match, but this
night there had been a steady stream of men throughout the match.  I didn't
have time to see any of the wrestling.

This happened a few times before.  I had thought it was because the match
was boring.  It was the exact opposite. When the match was good, the guys
in the audience would get excited and head for the shower room to get their
rocks off. I had the lotion for dry skin ready and it was in demand.

Normally, most of the men would shower then head for the steam room or
sauna for more privacy.  That was not the way it was this night. I don't
know if the match was so exciting they couldn't wait, or if everyone new
each other so well they didn't mind being watched.  Whatever it was, guys
were fucking like rabbits in the showers, locker room and the steam room.

Wilson was half hard when he entered the showers. I had never seen him
erect before, or even half hard. I liked what he was showing. His pink cock
head had popped free from the foreskin. It was the size of an apricot, and
he had a wide piss slit. Pre cum glistened in the slit. Wilson was a hairy
gorilla, but the pink head looked delicate in the forest of curly hair
covering his body. I must have stared.

"You like what you're seeing?" he asked.  I looked at his face.  He was
smiling.  Men never object to having their equipment admired.

"Can I try it out later?"  I asked.

Wilson broke into a grin. "Talk to me in a half hour or so," he said. "If
there's anything left, you're free to take it," he continued into the
showers. I lost track of him in the crush of men who entered next. The
match was over. Ajax and Joe had won. There was a feeling of excitement in
the air. Everyone liked watching Hercules take a cock.  He was an
enthusiastic bottom.

There were two massage tables in the middle of the locker room.  They were
adjustable height and I covered them with a towel.  Ajax had found them at
a sale of old medical equipment and they retained their stirrups for
gynecological exams.  Ajax figured they might come in useful. They would be
useful tonight.

The normal arrangement would be for Ajax to screw Sam and Joe to fuck
Hercules. At least that's the way it would start.  The men called it the
victory lap. You could screw until you had an orgasm. Some guys would shoot
off as soon as their cock head popped through the sphincter, others took
their time. Both Ajax and Hercules could fuck for hours and they never lost
their erections. If you got tired of your bottom you could trade partners.
Ajax and Hercules never fucked each other in public, so they would ask one
of the other wrestlers to take their place. As I said, they knew how to
please the crowd.

Ajax coated his cock in my lotion and then worked a lotion-coated finger
into Sam's ass. Sam wasn't much of a bottom, but he liked Ajax a lot.  He
took it well and maintained his erection throughout.  Hercules and Joe put
on a show. Erect, Joe's cock was huge and looked even bigger coated in
lube. Hercules flipped up the stirrups and jumped on the table.  He laid
back and put his legs in the stirrups. He opened his ass wide.

The hair on Hercules' ass formed swirls that emphasized the firm muscles of
his buns. In the center was a pink pillow of flesh forming a rosette around
the central hole.

"Someone get some lubricant and grease my shit tunnel," Hercules
bellowed. "Joe's hung like fucking Trigger.  Make it nice and slippery!"
One of the younger men in the group, Clyde, was standing nearby.  He
volunteered.

Hercules liked ass play and guided Clyde.  "Get a couple of fingers up
there and see how deep you can get the lube," he said. "You can tweak my
nut if you run across it."  Clyde was young and had small hands.  I think
Hercules realized Clyde might get his entire hand inside his ass. "Get it
deeper," Hercules moaned as Clyde had three fingers in his ass.

Joe wasn't going to let Clyde's fist fuck Hercules before he got his cock
in the wrestler's ass. He pushed Clyde aside. Joe got his cock head nuzzled
into Hercules's ass. He pushed.  Hercules resisted enough to please Joe.
Joe was a believer in the pile driving school of anal sex. I knew Joe was
planning to rough fuck Hercules, but Hercules had a tight, warm and
welcoming ass. Joe decided to take his time.

Sam wasn't a bottom, but he was a good sport. Ajax had a good sense about
men and he was careful with Sam. Sam would have lost face if he didn't take
the cock. Ajax was well endowed, but not huge, so it could have been worse
for Sam.  Ajax knew all the tricks of the trade.  I had a small bottle of
poppers and gave Sam a snort when the going got tough.

Fortunately once Ajax pubic hairs were touching Sam's ass, Sam got into
it. I knew Sam well enough that I suspected Sam was surprised it felt so
good. I had never seen him enjoy it before.  Both Sam and Hercules were
moaning in pleasure.  That was good, because Joe decided to trade partners.

Sam and Joe were rivals and didn't get along well. There was no way Sam
would enjoy sex with Joe, not to mention Joe's horse cock.

Ajax got Clyde to take his place in Hercules' ass.  Clyde looked like a
10-year-old boy getting his first two wheeler. Hercules' ass hole was a
full-fledged sex organ. He could control the puffy mound around the cental
opening.  He could open it up so it looked as if he winked it at Clyde in
invitation.  Clyde stepped up to the plate. He had a long thin organ with a
slender, almond-shaped head. His balls hung low and the cock was so hard it
curved and the head almost touched his navel.

He pushed the head into Hercules' quivering hole carefully, then he slid it
in. Hercules moaned, the rigid rod of man meat hit him just the right
way. I think it caught him by surprise.  He was shivering and twitching in
pleasure. He was making such a fuss, no one noticed Sam was impaled on
Joe's horse cock.

No one except for Sam and Joe, that is. When I noticed, Joe was all the way
in and Sam was gasping for air.  A few seconds later, Sam relaxed and
smiled.  I realized he had adjusted to the monster in his ass. Joe looked
as if he had died and gone to heaven.  Sam's ass must have been good for
him too.  You can never know what sex will be like with a man until you try
it out. Sam and Joe were the least likely men I have ever me to bond.
Cocks have a mind if their own.

Joe started picking up speed as he began to revert to his pile driving
style.  After a minute of this he slowed down and began to take easy, but
deep strokes.  He was savoring Sam's ass.

Wilson came up to me as I watched the wrestlers screw.  "I've still got a
full load, if you're still interested?" he whispered.

"You've had a bad night?" I asked.

"We've never played together. I was with Tommy in the steam room," Wilson
explained.  "He recommended you highly."  Tommy was a heavyweight wrestler
and a fireman.  Tommy tended to come in at odd hours depending on his
shift. He was happily married, but liked a cock booster from time to
time. "Tommy would like to join us.  If you don't mind?"

It would be a half hour before I needed to clean up. "That sounds good to
me," I said.

"We're in the small massage room," Wilson said.  Ajax called the two
massage room the private party rooms.  I thought of them as the labs.  Guys
went there when the wanted to try out something new. If you'd never been
fucked before, you might go to one of the massage rooms with a friend and
take your time.  They were small, but gave you some privacy.

Tommy was a nice guy.  He was 6'-4" and about 300 pounds. He had been a big
fat kid as a youth, but had been slowly converting the fat to muscle.  He
still thought of himself as a fat kid and was always shocked that anyone
would consider having sex with him.  I had been the first at the guy and I
was the first to fuck him as a friend, not as a victim.  His earlier
experiences had been borderline rapes.  I was also the first man he had
fucked who wasn't the loser in a wrestling match.

When I got to the massage room Tommy was on his back on the table.  Wilson
had straddled him and was sitting on his cock. Tommy had a butt plug type
cock.  He had a bulbous cock head and thick shaft that tapered as it
reached his balls.  It was a stretch getting it in, but once it was in, it
was great. He had huge balls, the size of Navel oranges. I noticed and he
converted fat to muscle, his cock got larger. The base was hidden in the
fat.

Wilson looked happy as he twitched and undulated on Tommy's fuck tool.  I
went over to them and began sucking Tommy's cock.  It was rock hard and
coated in the pre cum oozing form his slit.  Wilson had grade A cock juice.
It was sweet and plentiful. It spasmed whenever Tommy's fuck tool rubbed
Wilson's prostate and spurted another rich glob of pre cum.

I dropped my towel and climbed on the table. Dangling my cock in Tommy's
face, I returned to sucking Wilson's cock.  Tommy like to 69, and this was
as close to 69ing as you could get with three men. I was hoping to get
fucked or to fuck one of them, but that wasn't to be.

Tommy began to moan they way he does when he's shooting. Wilson was
bouncing on the butt plug and suddenly the sweet drops of cock juice
changed to a flood of thick salty stuff.  Damn if I didn't pop too. Tommy
had stopped sucking me as he ejaculated, but when he felt my cum spraying
his chest, he got my cock back in his mouth again.