*Wrestler

     By now, most people on this Board are probably tired of
reading about my sex life.  In point of fact, I never get tired of
my sex life, but mine may be a different point of view.  Anyhow, a
couple of weeks ago the System itself made a nice contribution to
my sex life, and I think it only fair that I share my experience
with some of the other members:

     Late one evening, having nothing better to do at the time, I
was messing around on the System.  I downloaded a couple of files
that sounded like they might be interesting (they weren't), and
finally wound up on the Party Line.  The usual chatter was going
on, but nothing of particular interest seemed to be happening, when
I got a message that "* Wrestler" wanted to chat with me.  Although
I had never encountered him before, my curiosity was stimulated,
and I responded.  It turned out that "* Wrestler" had looked up my
profile in the Members section and had seen that, among other
things, I enjoyed the sport too.  It also turned out that he was on
the wrestling team at the college he was attending and felt like
talking to somebody with a similar interest.  We chatted for a
while about how hard it can be to keep within one's weight class,
about our favorite holds and tricks, experiences in competition,
and the like.  He said that he was 22 (I'm 27), and that he had
been wrestling since he was a freshman in high school.  He also
gave his stats, which were fairly impressive: "225 pounds, 5'11",
blonde/blue, 49" chest, 32" waist, 8", thick and cut".  He
commented that the body contact of wrestling usually made him horny
as hell.

     "Wrestler", whose real name was Bill, comes from a farm in
Iowa, and now is a Senior at a university in the east.  As it
happened, I was going to be in the city near his school on business
the following week, and we agreed to meet for a drink while I was
there, just to see how we got along.  He gave me his telephone
number, and asked that I call when I got into town.  We even agreed
that he would see if he could arrange a place to try a couple of
falls together while I was there, to test each other's skill.  I
doubt that either of us took the whole thing very seriously, having
had many such conversations on the computer with other guys in the
past.  To my pleasant surprise, an Email message the next day said
that he really was serious, and was looking forward to meeting me
the following week.

     After I checking into my hotel late in the afternoon, I
decided to give Bill a call to see if, by chance, he might still be
interested in meeting.  He was still interested, and we arranged to
meet later at a nearby bar.

     Bill turned out to be exactly as he had described himself. 
About my height, but much bulkier in build.  His hair was light
blonde, and his eyes were the bright blue that you see in ads, but
seldom in real life.  His wore skin tight jeans, and the bulge in
the crotch left no doubt about the fact that his endowment was in
the same class as the rest of his build.  His tight muscular ass
stretched his jeans seductively as he walked.  The loose sweat
shirt he wore was totally unable to conceal his deep, muscular
chest, broad shoulders and bulging arms.  His manner was very open
and friendly, and he seemed totally relaxed from the moment we met,
almost as if we were old friends.

     Bill and I had a couple of beers and talked for a while about
nothing in particular.  He told me about his family, about life on
the farm, about his work in school, about his fondness for the
sport of wrestling, and about his ambitions for the future. 
Neither of us felt like strangers.

     Finally, after about an hour of idle talk, Bill asked if I was
still interested in working out on the mat with him.  He said there
were a couple of new holds he would like to try out, but had not
yet had the opportunity to try with his team mates. By this time I
had mentally undressed him a dozen times over, and was getting
hornier by the minute.  I was more than ready for anything in the
way of body contact that he had in mind.  Adjusting my suddenly
uncomfortably tight undershorts, I said that I would be willing to
give it a try any time he wanted.  His immediate response was "OK,
let's go."

     We drove in Bill's car to a house a few blocks away where he
lived off campus with a couple of other students from the
university.  There was nobody at home at the time, and Bill steered
me directly to the basement where he had set up a small gym.  There
were some sets of weights, two benches, and a rectangular mat on
the floor.  The mat was well worn and a bit grungy from long use. 
There were a number of dark stains on it, suggesting that it might
have been used now and then for more than regulation wrestling. 
Bill stripped his shirt over his head, tossed it onto one of the
benches and began to unbutton his jeans.  His build was even better
than I had imagined.  Broad shoulders, a smooth chest set off by a
pair of full pecs, a flat muscular abdomen, etc.  He kicked off his
shoes and took off his pants, and stood facing me in nothing but
his jockey shorts.  The front of his shorts was tented invitingly
by his large, semi hard dick.  The broad head of his cock was
clearly outlined by the loose material of his shorts.  Somewhat to
my disappointment, he left his shorts on and moved to the center of
the mat.  Hands on his hips, he turned to me and said, somewhat
challengingly, "OK, stud, let's see how good you are." It was
obvious that he meant to delay our match no longer.

     I stripped my clothes off and threw them into a pile by the
side of the mat next to Bill's.  I was feeling a little
uncomfortable about the half-erection that had developed as I
watched him strip.  Like Bill, I left my shorts on, and joined him
in the center of the mat, fully expecting a referree's whistle to
blow any second.

     Within no more than a minute I discovered, to my chagrin, that
Bill was a much more experienced wrestler than I had expected.  I
am in pretty good shape, but this guy was spectacular!  In addition
to outweighing me by about 30 pounds, he was strong as an ox, and
lightening fast in his movements.  In one minute flat, he had me
pinned ignominiously to the mat, unable to escape his hold.  He was
an expert at using his weight and strength with exactly the proper
leverage to immobilize his opponent the instant he got him into a
vulnerable position.  Over the next fifteen or twenty minutes he
repeated the indignity at least four or five times.  The physical
effort of resisting his strength and weight, and the humiliation of
being pinned so easily by my opponent, began to get to me.  I found
myself calling on all of my physical strength and agility just to
try to escape his holds, but without much success.  The half
erection I had at the beginning had long since disappeared.  At
least at the moment, the idea of having sex with this big stud had
slipped completely from my mind, and my competitive spirit had
taken over.

     As he pinned my shoulders to the mat for what seemed like
about the tenth time, Bill shifted his weight so that his body was
lying at an angle across mine, crushing me into the not so soft mat
beneath us.  My arms and legs were completely immobilized under his
weight.  We were both covered with sweat, and I was beginning to
get a little out of breath from the physical effort.  As he
maneuvered me once again into the loosers postiton, I suddenly
found Bill's face against mine, and his tongue extending into my
half opened mouth.  At the same time I realized that he was
grinding his groin into me, and felt a long hard tubular object,
his rigid cock, as it ground into mine.  I stopped resisting.  My
own tool began to harden, and I ground it back against his.

     Without a word, Bill released his hold on me, rolled over to
his side and pulled down his shorts, releasing his massive
pulsating rod, already leaking a little crystal precum.  His dick
was just as impressive as the rest of him.  Long, straight, well
veined, thick and hard as a rock.  I kicked my own shorts off and
rolled over on top of him.  We kissed again, grinding our hard
cocks into each other.  The sweat soaking our skin allowed our
bodies to slide almost effortlessly over each other. As we embraced
I moved my hand down the deep furrow in the middle of his sweat
slicked back, and found his tight muscular butt.  Bill groaned a
little as I grabbed a handful of hard ass muscle and squeezed.  I
slipped my hand between the tight muscular buns and found his
puckered ass.  Bill's big fist wrapped itself around my cock and
balls and began to squeeze hard, sending thrills of sexual passion
through me.

     For the next few minutes we silently explored each others'
bodies, massaging beefy pecs, pinching erect tits, stroking
throbbing cocks and probing each other's asses with our fingers. 
The only sound was an occasional low moan of pleasure and the sound
of sweat soaked male flesh rubbing against male flesh.  Somehow,
our positions shifted, and I felt Bill's moist tongue licking and
probing at my balls,  At the same time his erect manmeat appeared
in front of my face.  I took the head of his throbbing cock into my
mouth and began to suck on it.  Bill let out a low groan of
pleasure, and took both of my balls into his mouth and began to
manipulate them with his tongue.

     As I sucked on Bill's cock, tasting the sweet flavor of precum
on my tongue, he began to move his hips in short fucking motions,
forcing his rigid meat into the back of my throat.  His cock was
hard as a rock and sufficiently thick that, despite my experience
with cocksucking, I began to gag a little.  In a minute I was able
to relax my throat and felt his cockhead slide a little further
into my throat with each thrust of his hips.  My hand slid between
the muscular cheeks of his ass, found the hole and probed gently at
it.  There was no resistance and I slid first one finger into his
ass, and then two.  I started to rotate my fingers in his ass, much
to his obvious pleasure.  Suddenly, Bill released by balls from his
mouth and said quietly, "Oh God, that feels sooooo good.  You've
got my ass real hot, man.  I really need to have that big cock of
yours in my ass.  Why don't you fuck me?  Right now!"

     I asked Bill if his room mates might come home soon.  Bill
said he didn't know, but that there was no reason to worry if they
did, since they were gay too.  "You got any rubbers?", I asked. 
Bill nodded his head toward a small wooden box by the side of the
mat.  Releasing his cock from my mouth, I rolled over, opened the
box, and found a dozen or so foil-wrapped condoms and a couple of
tubes and jars of lubes of various sorts.  Ripping one of the foil
packages open with my teeth, I rolled a condom onto my throbbing
hard cock.  I selected a jar of "Hot Lube", opened it and turned
back toward Bill.  Reaching over me with his beefy arm, Bill also
fished a condom out of the box, opened it, and rolled in onto his
own rigid cock.  Then he turned over onto his abdomen, spread his
legs widely apart and presented his puckered, eager butt to my
view.  I took a dab of the lube on my finger and massaged it into
his waiting ass.  Then, positioning myself astride his hips, I
placed the head of my cock at his puckered hole and started gently
to apply pressure.  His muscles tightened, temporarily preventing
me from entering him, but then relaxed, allowing me to slide
smoothly into his warm, velvety ass without any further resistance. 
As my balls came to rest against his, I relaxed for a moment
against his muscular and sweaty back, holding on to his thick
sinewy arms.  The firm cheeks of his ass nestled into my groins. 
He tightened his ass muscles around me for a moment, then relaxed
again.

     Instinctively I began to move slowly in and out of Bill's
tight ass in long, slow strokes.  He moaned in obvious pleasure. 
Soon he was meeting my every thrust into him with a counter thrust
of his hips, forcing my dick even deeper into the warm depths of
his bowels.  Each time I began to withdraw for the next thrust, his
ass muscles tightened firmly around me, milking all of the blood
into the tip of my cock and making it tingle with ultimate
pleasure.  The sensation building in my balls and generated by our
smoothly coordinated fucking was absolutely fantastic.  Soon I
found myself slamming into his butt with the force of a runaway
piston engine.  My hand reached under his sweaty abdomen and found
his hard cock.  Wrapping my fist tightly around his hard meat, I
began to stroke him as I plowed deeply into his ass.  Within a few
more minutes I found myself completely out of control.  I could not
have stopped my frantic ass fucking if my life had depended on it. 
Plowing deeply into his hot, tight ass I soon began to shoot the
biggest load I'd had in months.  Jet after jet of hot, searing cum
exploded from my balls, blasted through my pulsing cock and into
the condom buried deep in Bill's bowels.  To my disappointment,
Bill's cock remained rigid in my fist, but was not ready to shoot
its own load.  Finally, I was spent and collapsed, panting, against
his back.

     After only a minute or so, and before I had even begun to
recover my breath, Bill suddenly grabbed my hips and flipped us
both over, ejecting my still hard cock from his ass as he did.  He
grabbed my shoulders in his big hands, shoved me on my back to the
mat and roughly forced my legs into the air with his broad
shoulders.  Still forcing my shoulders into the mat with his full
weight, he began to thrust at my exposed ass with his rigid cock. 
"OK, buddy," he growled, "Now it's my turn."

     After a couple of preliminary thrusts into me with his hard
dick, he found his mark and abruptly buried his cock deeply into my
unlubricated ass in a single violent thrust of his hips.  For an
instant, the searing pain of his thick cock tearing into me hurt
like hell, but the pain quickly subsided.  I felt completely filled
by his big thick cock as he began to slide in and out of me.  Bill
released the pressure on my shoulders and slid his hands out my
arms to my wrists, still pinning me to the mat.  Between the
pressure of his big hands grabbing my wrists and the force of his
cock as it entered my ass, I couldn't have moved even if I had
wanted to.  But then, by this time I was enjoying the sensation of
his huge cock filling my ass, and really didn't want to move.

     It soon became evident to me that Bill's batteries had been
really charged up by being fucked a few minutes earlier, and that
he urgently needed release.  Within seconds he was plunging in and
out of my ass like a crazed bull in heat, obviously giving thought
to absolutely nothing but getting his rocks off.  As he clamped me
to the mat with his strong arms and greater weight, and plowed
furiously into my ass, I could feel his cock swelling and putting
more and more pressure on my prostate as he came closer and closer
to shooting his load. Within seconds he started to grunt loudly
and, driving his big cock deep into me, began to shoot load after
load of his hot cum into the rubber on his cock.  Even with the
rubber on, I could feel each burst of hot manjuice as it exploded
out of him and into my ass.

     After what seemed like at least several minutes of furious
driving, grunting ejaculations into my ass, Bill relaxed and
released his firm hold on my arms.  He kissed the side of my neck
as he lay on top of me, and said, "Man, I haven't shot one like
that in months!  You have a great ass."  With that he slid his hand
between us and searched for my cock, which by this time was as hard
as it had been earlier.  He grasped me around the waist and rolled
us over again, so that now I lay in top of him, his slowly
softening cock still buried deep in my ass.  My legs were getting
a little tired, so I shifted my position such that I was sitting on
his softening cock, preventing its escape.  Bill pulled the cum
filled condom off of my cock and, using my own cum as lubricant,
began to stroke me vigorously with his fist.  I leaned back,
enjoying the sensation of having my meat jacked off by his big
rough fist.  Once again I could feel the heat building in my balls,
and knew that I was going to shoot another load any minute.  Bill,
still stroking my cock with his right hand, grabbed both of my
balls with his other hand and started to pull on them. The
pain/pleasure of having my balls mauled so roughly and having my
cock beaten my his big fist quickly set me off.  Once again I began
to shoot my load, this time hitting Bill on the chest, neck and
face as I came.  He did not release my balls, nor slow the pace of
his stroking until I was completely empty, and my cock was
painfully sensitive from the repetitive ejaculation.

     We lay side by side on the mat for a while, relaxing in each
others arms and catching our breath.  After a while Bill asked if
I was thirsty.  I said I was, and we both went upstairs to the
kitchen for a beer.  As we were sitting at the kitchen table
drinking our beers, one of his housemates came home from working in
the library.  Seeing the two of us sitting stark naked in the
kitchen with limp but obviously well satisfied cocks dangling
between our legs, it didn't take him long to figure out what had
been going on.  Bill introduced me.  Hank asked me if I had been
having a good time.  We both replied that we sure as hell had. 
Hank was a team mate of Bill's, and, although closer to my size
than Bill's, seemed to be pretty well built.  He had a lithe,
athletic physique, curly brown hair, green eyes and a broad Irish
smile.  The tent rapidly developing in the front of the sweat pants
he was wearing quickly demonstrated three other facts about him. 
One: he was'nt wearing any underwear; two: he was turned on by what
he had seen; and three: he was pretty well endowed.

     Bill and I finished our beers and headed once again for the
basement "gym".  Hank followed along behind us, rubbing his
throbbing crotch as he walked. As soon as we got to the basement,
Hank stripped off his sweats and tossed them into the pile of
clothing we had left by the mat.  His body was not a bit
disappointing.  He was about 185#, really tight and muscular, and
sported a rock hard 9" cock.  Hank turned out to be a bottom man,
and generally preferred the passive to the active sexual role.  For
the next hour or so, Bill and I gave him all the hot cockmeat he
could possably have wanted, and in all the places he wanted it. 
After about an hour, we heard the door to the basement gym open
again, and were joined by the third room mate, also a member of the
team.  I never did find out the guy's name, but he turned out to be
just as hot and horny as the rest of us.  For the next couple of
hours we all enjoyed each other's bodies in one big, hot and sweaty
orgy of male sexual abandon.  No body orifice was left unattended
for more than a few minutes, and no position or sexual practice was
left untried.  By midnight our bodies and most of the mat beneath
us were spotted with globs of cum.  We were all exhausted, but
completely and happily satisfied.  I put my clothes back on and
called a cab to take me back to my hotel.  Bill, Hank and their
unnamed room mate said good night to me and went off to bed.  I
can't imagine that any of them had enough energy left to do
anything but sleep for at least a couple of days.

     Bill and I still keep in touch through Email, and talk every
so often on the Party Line, mostly in the private chat mode.  He
usually says that his room mates say hello, too, and that they
still talk about our impromptu orgy.  Bill plans to visit me during
Spring Break.  Hank may come along with him if he can get out of
his previous plans to go with his family to Florida.  Bill says
that he looks forward to meeting some of my friends from the gym. 
I am absolutely sure he will enjoy them, and they will enjoy him. 
I plan to keep him very busy and very well satisfied during his
visit.  I'm sure he'll do the same for me.

     Moral:  Some of the guys you meet on the System really ARE
what they say they are.  You may never know until you try them out.