Date: Thu, 21 Oct 2004 21:22:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: pgh cubby <pgh_cubby@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Rip and Strip" Chapter One

Warning: This story is about gay sex, wrestling and domination between
adults. If this subject offends you, or if it is illegal in the country
where you live, or if you are under 18, then read no further and quit
this page now. Comments and feedback welcome at pgh_cubby@yahoo.com

"Rip and Strip"

Chapter 1

It was 1978, I was 19 years old, living in NYC attending NYU in my
sophmore year. Had come to New York to learn about political science, as
well as life and a certain lifestyle. Anything gay was hard to come by in
Indiana, and even harder to find anything gay AND leather oriented.

I had spent the summer between semesters in New York, and during that
time I had discovered the Sheriday Square Gym, a pretty cruisy health
club that attracted real men, not lispy twinks or jaded queens. I was
recomended there by a guy I met at the Eagle, and after my first visit as
a guest, I was hooked, and joined right on the spot. I probably was the
youngest person in the gym by 20 years, but it didn't bother me. I tried
not to carry an attitude about myself and wasn't wrapped up in "image."
Also, I think that because I was 6', 185 lbs, with a furry body, crewcut
and beard helped me out some. The other guys at the gym were wary of me
at first, but eventually we got to know eachother and become friends.

There was one guy at the gym I always kept my eyes open for. A hot, woofy
daddy bear who I knew as Tom. He was 55, stood 5'8", was about 200 lbs,
furry all over with a tight, firm ass and an impressive basket. He shaved
his head smooth, and his neat white goatee gave him even more maturity
and masculinity. He worked out in black tank top and shorts, because he
said it helped him sweat out the fat. I hoped that he wouldn't lose his
belly and bubble butt, and he didn't, but Tom was always staying in shape
by working himself into a sweat. Even though he would grunt and pant and
become as drenched as a wet kitten, he never seemed to tire and always
wanted more.

He and I got along well. He was a former hippie who had gone corporate,
but still held to his roots. I knew he still smoked from time to time and
liked to cut loose. He jokingly referred to me as "Rebel Boy" because of
my political views, and said, "Joey, you would have been hell in the
sixties." Sometimes we'd spot eachother, and he'd give me a friendly
smack on the ass when I had tried my best, or needed to try harder to
keep up with him. Aside from paling around at the gym and flirting, we
didn't really go any further. At least, not at first.

After about a month and a half on the weights, I was starting to get
bored. Before we hit the bench one day, I asked Tom in the lockerroom if
there was anything else one does to stay in shape. "Well," he said,
"there are several things you can do to build muscle and upper body
strength. I like going kayaking, taking karate courses, and boxing." "Oh
man, I dont know Tom," I said, laying flat on the bench, looking up at
him, "for all those things you need equiptment and the time to learn a
skill. I just wanted something a bit more intresting to do." He looked
down and started to smile, just a bit. "Well, I know an activity that
might intrest you, Rebel Boy." He pulled me up by my arm, clasped my
shoulders, looked into my eyes and said, "Wrestling!"

"Wrestling? But I'm not wrestler, Tom!" "Hey, it dont matter, you whiny
brat-boy," he smiled as he slapped my ass. "Skill is something you pick
up along the way. It's basically instinct anyway, you do what you gotta
do to take the other guy down." I wasn't sure. "You have a weight
advantage." "And you have a height advantage, boy! Plus you're younger
and probably faster then me."

He put his hands around my waist and pulled me in close, with both hands
squeezing my butt cheeks as our cocks nuzzled. "And don't tell me that
the idea of the two of us wrassling and mixing it up doesn't appeal to
you, Rebel Boy." He smiled a real sweet smile that made his goatee turn
up and his eyes sparkle.

"Oh all right, why not," I said with a grin. He gave me a peck on the
cheek and led me upstairs.

Upstairs was the room with mats, used for pushups, situps, and arobics on
certain days. It was still early in the day, so when Tom and I got up
there we were alone. I was grateful, because should he pin me I didn't
want to look foolish in front of an audience. I turned and said to Tom,
"I guess we're gonna wrestle without shoes." He looked at me and
chuckled. "Boy, I don't know how you wrassle, but I take off more then my
shoes." Stepping out of his sneakers, Tom reached and pulled his tanktop
over his head, exposing his furry chest and back. Tossing his shirt next
to his shoes and socks, he dropped his shorts and kicked them gently over
to his pile of clothes. He was now only wearing a black jockstrap, and I
had to admit he looked fucking hot in it. A developed chest covered in
fur, going down to a bit of a belly, nice developed thighs and calves, a
hairy, manly ass that looked solid, and a newly lively basket. He saw me
checking him out and pretending to snarl and snapped into a grappling
stance. I laughed and blushed. He said matter-of-factly, "Don't chuckle
at me, boy, if I wrestle like this, then so do you. Fair's fair, now
strip." He smiled, crossed his arms, and waited for me.

When you get to know Tom, you get to know that arguing with him is
pointless. Besides, I figured a silver lining to the whole affair would
be some skin on skin action. I removed my shoes and socks, took off my
tee-shirt, and undid my shorts to reveal my own jockstrap, and old white
one. I held my hands and looked to Tom to see what he thought. His smile
widened, I heard the soft slap of his feet on the mat as he walked over
and said sweetly, "Now there's my boy. You made Daddy happy." Hands
around my waist, he pulled me in for a kiss. I opened my mouth, and his
tounge slipped in, his hot, wet daddy mouth tasted good, and his beard on
my face, rubbing against mine was delightful!

"All right, Rebel Boy," he said, breaking the kiss, "let's get started."
Giving me one of his increasingly-harder love taps, we walked to opposite
ends of the 10 X 10 mat. We both crouched down and squared off. Tom
raised his hand and grinned one last time, then his face went serious and
his hand came down swiftly, signaling our bout had begun. We circled for
a bit, eyeing eachother up. I decided to test the water and see how much
Tom could take. I took a low charge at him with the intent of ramming my
shouler into his and knocking him off balance. I lunged, he sidestepped
me and hooked his arm behind my shoulder and wrapped me in a headlock. As
I struggled to break out of his grip, I felt my knees being kicked out
behind me and I was brought facedown to the floor. Tom was on top of my
back and was pulling my head back. I realized I was a goner, and tapped
out.

He released his grip on my neck, and snickered. "Youthful arrogance, ya
little shit," he said as I humbly got to my feet. "It does them in all
the time." I gave a sarcastic look of agreement. "OK Joey boy, you try
this again. Try and hurt me baby," he jeered playfully. "One of us is
going DOWN." HE resumed his grappling stance, raised his hand, then
dropped it. Round two had just begun.

I worked slowly, delibratly, waiting for an oppurtune moment to strike.
Tom remained guarded, eyeing me up, anticipating my moves. To my
surprise, he came closer and took a swing with his right. It was a long,
wide swing, but before I could think how bad his right arm was, his left
got me. A punch in the gut that was not entirely painful, but enough to
knock the wind and balance out of me. Seizing upon my distress, Tom
snaked around me and started to apply a sleeper hold. I tried to hit
back, but he was out of my grasp.

Suddenly, Tom shifted his weight and I felt myself being pushed to the
floor again. I went limp for the fall, but was unprepared when he let go
and just let me smack the mat. Before I could get up, his knee was in the
small of my back and he had a solid grip on my right ankle. "Now it's
time for my FAVORITE submission pin, Rebel Boy!" he growled as he twisted
me around by the leg so I was now lying faceup on the mat.

Tom pulled my legs into the air and was towering over me. Oh Christ, I
thought, he's going to put me in a sharpshooter! But, to my surprise, he
came around and stood over my head. Pulling my legs back, he quickly but
agily lowered his hairy butt and exposed ass crack onto my face! "Oh
yeah, Joey boy," Tom growled, "It's ON!" Pushing his elbows against my
knees so they would stretch back even further, Tom started taking brisk,
hard swats at my ass with his huge hands!

(SMACK) "Yeah!" (SMACK) "Mmmmm." (SMACK) "C'mon Rebel Boy!" (SMACK)
"Who's your Daddy?" (SMACK)

I was struggling like a stubborn horse, but my cries were muted by Tom's
hairy ass and hole covering my mouth. His hot crack, the musty masculine
scent was getting to me, and despite the non-ceasing spanks, I was
getting turned on.

"Man, Joey boy," Thomas said smugly, smacking my ass as he spoke, "you're
such a BAD boy! Your buttcheeks really do beg to be abused! I can think
of a hundred and one ways I'd love to mistreat them." He stopped smacking
me and concentrated on grinding his ass onto my face. At this point, my
biting and spitting had become nibbling and tounging, less frantic and
more sensual. "Yeah," Tom went, still grinding, "How'd you like a
flogging (SMACK) or a good dose of hot wax?! (SMACK SMACK)

Quick as a flash, Tom got up and switched around, pinning me by sitting
on my chest. He reached in an pulled his hairy cock out of his jockstrap.
He then regripped onto my hands, and holding my wrists out far, he slid
up so his dick was right over my mouth. Looking straight ahead, with a
smile, he said, "This is where you belong, Rebel Boy, I'm going to keep
you here untill you learn to behave."

Hot damn, if that didnt push me over the edge! I started sucking Tom's
cock as if my life depended, which probably wasnt far from the truth. He
started panting, and I was tasting precum. "Oh yeah, punk ass brat, you
wanted Daddy seed? Well....you GOT IT...ohhhhhhhh....." Hot cum cam
cascading out of Daddy Tom's cock and down my throat. The taste of his
sweaty cum was divine, and i kept on a'slurping and sucking till his well
ran dry. I was deeply content.

Tom let go of my arms, slid down and laid next to me, pulled me in for an
embrace and a kiss. "Who's your Daddy, boy,"he said with a smile. "It can
only be you, Daddy Tom," I said with as big a smile. "You pinned me real
good, but I want a rematch sooner then soon." He looked down and smiled
wider. "You're on Rebel Boy. But to the victor go the spoils. Our next
match is on MY turf, by MY rules and MY stakes. You got a problem with
that," he mock sneered. I put on my cockiest attitude and replied, "Not
at all Daddy Bear, you may be scary looking, but you dont scare me! Not
yet anyway."

We laughed, rolled ourselves up and walked back to the showers together,
with me under his wing. I had no idea what our next wrestling match would
have in store for me!

End Chapter 1