Date: Tue, 21 Aug 2007 16:36:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: firehose Joe <firehosejoe@yahoo.com>
Subject: To Thine Own Self Be True: Chapter 2

This above all: To thine own self be true, for it must follow as dost the
night the day, that canst not be false to any man." Shakespeare (Hamlet)

Each relationship, unique unto itself, must find its way and become what it
will. We all make the journey. Enjoy this story of Steve and Alejandro
(sounds like Alehandro -- Spanish). Though the theme of wrestling will be a
key component in the early chapters and a continuing theme, the story is
about relationships and being true to oneself.

Please do not distribute to other sites without permission of the
author. Comments can be sent to firehosejoe@yahoo.com

>From the previous chapter:

"Let's plan on a light lunch, my friend. That way we can take our time in
becoming better acquainted and not be overly full when we wrestle. Again, I
assure you, if either of us chooses not to pursue this further, I will bid
you a good afternoon and hope that you will enjoy the hospitality of the
hotel."

"I'm Ok with this, Alejandro. Really I am. So what do I need to do? Do I
just check in at the hotel and go to my room and wait?"

"Yes, all you need do is announce yourself. They will be expecting you. The
manager will be alerted and will show you to your room. Any refreshment you
desire, all meals, all gratuities will be billed to my account. Take time
to rest from your drive and I will plan to meet you in the dining room at,
say, 1 p.m.  Will that be acceptable?"

"Alejandro, I almost can't believe I'm going to do this but I am. Look for
me tomorrow and I'll bring my own Speedo.



To Thine Own Self Be True Chapter Two


Steve didn't sleep well. Tossing and turning through the night, dreaming
about a muscular older man, he wrestled through many dreams as he twisted
the covers on his bed grinding his hard cock against the sheets and
mattress.

Finally the alarm sounded and he smacked it, sat up and with feet on the
floor finished waking up. He'd do a short run today, saving his energy for
what he hoped would be a marathon wrestling match lasting into the
night. Slipping into his runners and shorts he tossed on a T and enjoyed
the cool morning air on his skin.

Finishing in just under twelve minutes he was back in his shower letting
the tepid water cool his muscles and letting his dick rise on its own as he
anticipated the day. Taking soap in hand, he scrubbed and after doing
`parts and places' (a phrase from early childhood) he let his hands drift
over his pecs with particular attention paid to the rigid nubs on his
nipples. Running his soapy hand between his legs, he pulled at his heavy
ball sac, rolling his nuts gently knowing to do more would lead to, well^Å
he didn't want to waist a load against the shower tile. Drying off, he
considered what he should take.  Alejandro sounded so cultured, so secure
in manner and speech.

Steve defaulted to dress casual comfort. Khakis and an Izod, with his
Docksiders would be appropriate for a casual lunch. Along with his shaving
gear and some briefs and another pullover, he grabbed a sport coat just in
case he had to dine at the hotel. He was going to take Alejandro at his
word that all would be cared for.

At ten o'clock he hit the road. Wanting to savor the moment, he took the
scenic route down State Rt. 5 past the plantations along the James
River. His cock stirred as if in anticipation. Never fully hard, it
remained pleasantly swollen against the crotch of his pants. Passing
Williamsburg he hit I64 and made his way to Norfolk.

Arriving a bit early, he walked around Waterside, enjoying the play of
sunlight on the water. The heat of the day, magnified by the humidity,
increased the swelling of his cock. He caught a few people giving him more
than a second look -- both men and women. Returning their gaze with a smile
and a wink he felt on top of the world.

Arriving promptly at noon, he approached the desk at the Sheraton.

"Mr. Daniels?" the clerk queried?

"Yes, I'm Steve Daniels."

"Welcome to the Sheraton Waterside. Excuse me a moment and I'll get the
manager. He's expecting you."

Wow, this is the royal treatment, thought Steve. Moments later the manager
came to the desk, greeted him and asked if there was luggage? Traveling
light with a change of underwear and his suit in a gym bag Steve said
no. Following the manager, they went to the concierge floor where Steve was
shown to a small suite.

With mouth somewhat agape, he thanked the manager and fumbled with his
wallet to give him a tip. Smiling and shaking his head, the manager
reminded him that he was both a guest of Mr. Algara and the Sheraton.

Steve stood stock still for a moment looking at the back of the closed
door, letting it all sink in. This wasn't a dream. It was really happening.

He went to the bathroom, took a leak, washed his hands and face and
returned to the water front windows taking in the view. Laughing out loud,
he fell backward on the bed, bounced and sat up grinning like a kid who got
his wish on Christmas morning. Flipping through the channels looking at
nothing really, Steve kept his eye on his watch just waiting for time to
pass.

Finally at ten of one, he went to the bathroom. Checking his appearance
once more in the mirror, he grabbed his tooth brush and cleaned his
teeth. Gathering both his nerve and hotel key card he closed the door
behind him. Pressing the elevator button he realized that the stairs would
give him a few minutes to collect himself. Down five flights, he pulled the
door open to a hall way opening on to the lobby.

With heart racing and a flutter in his stomach he had never felt, he
approached the dining room. Giving his name to the hostess she gestured
toward a window banquette as he saw a dark, swarthy, handsome man stand and
walk toward him.

Alejandro walked toward him in a powerful stride, showing his powerful
shoulders that tapered to a thin waist making Steve's breath quicken. The
thick, black hair showed some silver only at the temples. His face was dark
with beard even though clean shaven. Alejandro's deep dimple hid in the
shadow of his chin. Steve never heard anything else the hostess said.

Alejandro was dressed casually; a silk-looking print shirt was cut low
enough for Steve to see the forest of hair that stopped at the shaving line
on his neck. His trousers, unlike poly-cotton khakis moved with sensuous
grace as he approached. Steve caught himself looking at the crotch area for
a hint of what might be hiding -- or better, might be wanting to get
out. GET CONTROL Steve thought, jerking his face up and meeting Alejandro's
smile with his own.

"Stephen! I am so very glad you came. Here, I've taken the liberty of
choosing a table and ordering some hors d'oeuvres" Alejandro said as he
shook Steve's hand and showed him to the table. Following Alejandro to the
table, Steve couldn't miss the powerful looking mounds of flesh just below
Alejandro's belt.

They stopped at the table before they sat down. Each man looked the other
in the eye with an appraising yet challenging look and simultaneously they
smiled.

Alejandro made suggestions from the menu and from specials of the day and
ordered for both of them. Their lunch conversation took the typical turns
of travel, weather and interests outside of work. Steve was curious that
Alejandro never mentioned any kind of job specifically. With a Spanish
background and subtle color to the accent of his speech, Steve expected he
was in banking or some kind of import business. It didn't matter. By the
minute Steve was losing any inhibition he had experienced considering the
trip. Grinning to himself, Steve relaxed and looked forward to messing
around with the handsome man sitting across from him.

Alejandro focused the conversation on Steve in the most natural way. Steve
found himself willing to talk about his childhood, his love of wrestling,
his years in college and the team he now coached. Still careful not to
divulge any defining information, Steve continued to relax. He felt safe,
really safe, to talk freely for the first time about his life, his
passions, his hopes and plans in a context other than as a straight white
guy.

Luncheon dishes were cleared and relaxed, they sat. Alejandro smiled at his
guest.

"You are comfortable, am I right?"

"More than I imagined possible." answered Steve.

"So what shall we do now? Perhaps walk the waterfront, take a ride on the
ferry to Hampton? What would please you my young friend?"

Steve looked at Alejandro and swallowed hard. "Can we go to your home," and
in a softer voice he added, "and wrestle?"

"Yes, my young friend. We can."

Taking Alejandro's car they drove, making turns that seemed to constantly
lead to the water. Finally they arrived at a pillared drive, lined with
Live Oaks. Turning into a circular drive, Steve saw a home that was modest
yet elegant. It was situated on a large double or triple lot giving privacy
to the owner and his guests.

"Welcome, my young friend!" Alejandro said softly. "Come, let us go in."

The door opened to reveal a simple but elegantly appointed home. The open
floor plan gave way to a glass wall that focused on the pool and
entertaining area at the rear. Original art hung on every wall. Furnishings
were obviously carefully selected and likely antiques. As his eyes took in
the generous living space a man entered from what Steve guessed was the
kitchen.

"Good afternoon, Alejandro."

A man, solidly built with the same thick black hair entered the room. His
accent, also Spanish, was more pronounced than Alejandro's. His swarthy
good looks, and smooth grace as he walked gave evidence of a man
comfortable in his own skin and sure of his competence. Somehow he seemed a
bit younger than Alejandro but Steve couldn't be sure. What Steve was
certain about was the fact that this man seemed equally in charge of the
house. He wondered fleetingly if they were partners.

It was, Guillermo Sanchez, Alejandro's majordomo. Steve would soon learn
that Sanchez (as everyone called him who knew him and loved him) was the
body guard, chauffeur, often cook, sometimes yardman but most importantly
the overseer of the house and Alejandro's life in general if not in
particular.


"Sanchez, please greet, Stephen Daniels?"

"Welcome, Mr. Daniels."

"Thank you." Steve replied, trying to find a new footing in this
environment.

"Alejandro, before I leave is there anything you need?"

"No, thanks Sanchez. Not at the moment, but perhaps later."

"OK, just call if you do. Oh, there is a message for you beside the phone."

With that, Sanchez left the room through a door in the glass wall and
walked to a building at the rear.

Alejandro explained, "Sanchez is my friend and employee. He lives in the
building to the rear and actually has the best view of the water from the
property. He attends to most of my needs in caring for the house, my
travel, and is both chef and chauffer. Over the years he has become
indispensable. Now make yourself at home. Can I get you anything?"

"No thank you." Steve said as he looked around.

"If you will give me a moment." Alejandro walked across the room. Steve
watched the animal grace of the man. His muscles glided beneath the
material of his clothing. Alejandro lifted the message and unconsciously
extended his other arm and rested his hand against the nearby door
frame. Steve could see the cords of muscle in his forearm obscured by the
thick hair. As the short sleeve slipped down, the contour of the bottom of
his bicep appeared. The hand was veined and had long fingers. Steve could
only imagine being in the grip of those hands and arms. He felt his cock
pulse and wave of heat in his chest.

Leaning over the small desk, Alejandro wrote something on the note. With
his back bent Steve could see the packed muscle at the upper back and
shoulders as Alejandro's back curved.

Finishing the note and turning, Alejandro saw Steve staring. Instead of his
typical sunny smile, Alejandro returned the stare and felt the heat begin
to build in his loins. He felt his balls draw up a bit and his cock swell
in his boxers as it pulsed in desire.

Not a word was spoken. The desire both felt was plain on their faces. Steve
unconsciously bit at his lower lip and his breath became short little
gasps. His heart raced with anticipation and unbridled lust as he looked at
Alejandro. His eyes wandered across Alejandro's chest and body. How many
times had he boned up looking at muscular older men, coaches, teachers, men
with whom he could only imagine wrestling, feeling their power, their
muscled hairy bodies rubbing against his own?

Alejandro drank in the youthful virility that faced him. He had long ago
given up on meeting someone so young with no agenda attached who shared his
passion for erotic wrestling. He'd tried hiring young men from various
agencies when traveling and was only left with a sense of dirt and
disgust. The gossip mill ensured that the young hunks that chatted him up
at the numerous foundation events he attended were thinking about his money
more than him.

He allowed his eyes to rake over Steve. His square jaw and strong features
revealed the detail of an athlete in its contours. Rope-like trapezoid
muscles at the base of his neck were wedges of power. The broad square
muscular shoulders tapered to a flat thin waist that promised ribbed
abdominals. Alejandro smiled at the obvious bulge pushing out from Steve's
crotch. Slowly he let his gaze draw back up Steve's body and met Steve's
eyes.

They stood for a moment before Alejandro began to walk slowly toward
Steve. He could feel his penis swaying in his shorts, could feel the heat
in his chest and the tension in his gut. He wanted this man.

Steve took a step toward Alejandro and quietly said, "I want to wrestle
with you, Alejandro. I've wanted to do that since before we finished
talking last night. I've dreamt of it, thought of it the whole day."

Alejandro silently drank in the power radiating from this young lion. He
swallowed, lest his voice catch in his throat constricted with desire.

Quietly he said, "Yes, we will wrestle. I have a place nearby that will
suit our needs. Come."

They walked through the pool area and down a stone path to a door. Pushing
it open, Alejandro let Steve pass through. Lighted with diffused glass
windows Steve saw a fully appointed room with showers, changing areas and
collegiate wrestling mats. There was a small area to the side where chairs
were arranged around two small tables. He took it all in and looked at his
host and smiled.

"So whadda we do next."

Alejandro motioned toward a semi-walled dressing alcove. Steve stepped
around the corner and saw stained wood niches with hooks, small drawers at
the base of each. On a wall between the niches was a place for padded
hangers -- he imagined for dress clothes. The turned to face Alejandro with
a questioning look and was met with a smile -- a different smile.

All during lunch and their brief car ride and during the visit in the
house, Alejandro had continued to manifest the cultured, seemingly open
demeanor, ready with the smile that made his face a mask of welcome. Now
Steve saw a man whose eyes revealed fire and passion. There was a sense of
presence, immediacy. He did not know if he was prey to his own passion and
was projecting what he wanted to see in Alejandro, Steve slowly reached out
and began to touch Alejandro's face. It was an unconscious gesture.

His fingers gently caressed the strong line of the jaw and stopped just shy
of the cleft chin, dark with dense beard shaved close and smooth. Steve's
reverie was broken when Alejandro took the hand in his own and placed it
against his mouth, kissing it and wetting it with he hardened tip of his
tongue. Steve felt an electricity flow through his body and his breathing
grow shallow with the intimate gesture.

The realization washed over him that for the first time in his life he was
with a man who was inviting him into the very matrix of desire that had
fueled his libido for more than a decade. This was a man unafraid of
physical intimacy, a man for whom passion would be expressed in gentle
touch and with prodigious strength as they embraced in combat.

The voice was gentle, deep and velvet when Alejandro suggested that they
would need to undress if they were to wrestle as Steve had requested. The
reverie of the moment broken, Steve smiled into the open, inviting yet
challenging eyes and reached for the hem of his shirt to lift it off.

Alejandro reached out with both hands and arrested Steve's movement. "Allow
me, please. I would like to undress you." Alejandro asked, never breaking
his gaze.

Steve's hand dropped to his sides and smiled his assent. Alejandro let his
large fingers slide across the knit cotton as his thumbs traced a line
bisecting Steve's abs and chest. Reaching the center of Steve's pecs his
thumbs pressed in and began to trace the lower contour of the firm muscle
there. Steve shuddered at the full pleasure that coursed through his body
at the intentional touch.

Drawing his thumbs alongside his fingers touching Steve's lats, he began to
press his thumbs and move across the center of Steve's pecs. On reaching
the nipples he lowered his thumbs and began to circle the nibs pressing
into the fabric.

With head back and eyes closed Steve reveled in the
exploration. Alejandro's hands then reached down and grasped Steve's
forearms and began to move his fingers up the arm until, under the sleeve
band, he wrapped his fingers around Steve's biceps. He began to squeeze as
Steve flexed his powerful muscle. He looked into Alejandro's eyes and they
both smiled as each saw the strain on the other's face. Steve looked down
at his biceps and began to curl his arms up letting the muscle increase in
diameter and forcing Alejandro's fingers further apart.

The pressure lessened and Alejandro let his hands move to the hem of
Steve's shirt. `May I' he asked with his eyes. Seeing Steve nod he slowly
lifted the garment from Steve's body reveling in the defined musculature of
abs, pecs, bi and triceps. He carefully folded the garment and laid it on
the bottom of the shelf of the niche.

Alejandro then knelt on one knee and removed the Docksiders from Steve's
feet. Reaching up and intentionally not rubbing the tumescent flesh that
pushed against the fabric of the shorts, he unbuckled the belt and
unbuttoned the waist band. Dropping his hands to Steve's ankles he let his
fingers trace the insides of Steve's legs with a feather-light touch. At
the hem of the shorts Alejandro let two fingers explore the skin beneath
the fabric.

Steve felt his cock stiffen further as his abs spasmed briefly with the
touch. Finally his fingers reached for the zipper and his shorts were
lowered and removed. Instead of folding them Alejandro left them and began
to let his face brush against the fabric of the boxers now tented and
showing a stain. He pressed his nose into the crevasse of Steve's legs
inhaling the hint of musk. With his nose he playfully batted Steve's
hardness and finally, opening his mouth, let his teeth graze across the
fabric enclosed muscle.

Steve's first inclination was to grab the back of Alejandro's head and pull
him into himself. Just in time he remembered that this was only the
beginning and let his hands rest gently on the sides of Alejandro's head,
gently rubbing his fingers through Alejandro's hair. Alejandro reached up
and began to pull slowly against the band of Steve's boxers. When the pubes
were exposed and before the muscled shaft appeared, Alejandro let his nose
explore the scent. Lowering the briefs further until they half covered the
veined manhood, he let himself lick the exposed flesh, curling his tongue
under the shaft and pressing against the urethra.

Finally he pulled the boxers off and the fully extended manhood sprang up,
pulsing. Alejandro watched as a small drop of clear fluid emerged from the
slit in the glans. As if looking at something previously unseen, Alejandro
carefully looked at the entire organ not touching anything but letting his
moist breath bathe the turgid hot skin. Withdrawing a bit he began to blow
gently on the glans and watch with pleasure as the organ responded with a
brief spasm.

With the tip of his tongue he began to trace the corona. At this gentle
onslaught of stimulation, Steve's penis lurched as if it were searching for
a place to enter. Alejandro remained still and waited till the organ was
still. Another drop of liquid formed on the slit and Alejandro flicked the
tip of his tongue and caught it.

He rocked back on his heels and slowly stood. Alejandro looked and smiled
at his friend and said "you are a magnificent and beautiful specimen of
manhood. Will you now undress me?"

Steve's chest and gut burned. His cock was straining in the sheath of skin,
as if trying to grow beyond the bounds of flesh. He unbuttoned the print
shirt Alejandro was wearing. Letting it hang from his shoulders, Steve let
his fingers course through the forest of dark thick hair. Finding the
generous buds crowning large brown nipples he rolled them between thumb and
forefinger. He looked up and Alejandro's eyes met his.

Removing the shirt and hanging it in the wooden niche, Steve reached out
and with both hands captured Alejandro's muscular pecs. Massaging them with
his fingers and palms he enjoyed the dense muscle and the texture of the
hair. He slid his hands up to Alejandro's neck, holding this thumbs just
under the jaw and looked deeply into his eyes.

"You do know that I've never been in a place like this before. Never been
with a man like this before..I feel like I'm burning inside. My chest is
tight. Alejandro, I^Å.I.." biting his lower lip he let is head fall back a
bit and let it wash over him again.

A moment later, Steve let his hands fall to Alejandro's shoulders and
gently digging his thumbs into the upper pecs, he kneaded the cords of
muscles that bunched across the shoulders. He remembered their brief
contest of strength earlier as his hands wandered down to the biceps. He
encircled them with his fingers was impressed with their size but moved
on. Steve took Alejandro's left hand in his own and examined the
fingers. They were long, well shaped and strong.

As Alejandro had done, Steve knelt and removed Alejandro's shoes and
socks. He then unbuckled and unfastened the trousers lowering them to the
floor. He let his face rub against Alejandro's very substantial engorged
muscle, wondering at its length and girth. Rather than waiting, he hooked
the waist of the boxers and lowered them too. The thick, long muscle didn't
spring free but swelled once the material was pulled away. It hung heavily
lifting itself with each pulse.

Steve gathered the clothing and folded it quickly but carefully as
Alejandro had done. He knelt again and licked the base and underside of the
shaft. He let his tongue explore the slit and corona and was rewarded with
a muffled groan of pleasure and spasm of abs. He felt Alejandro's hands on
the back of his head and waited. If Alejandro began to force him it would
contradict his assumptions. The hands simply rested and in no way attempted
to guide Steve's explorations.

Letting his face brush against the turgid muscle, Steve sank his nose into
the dense hair on either side of the hard flesh. He turned and licked the
length of the shaft and explored the other side. Lifting the muscle he let
his nose nuzzle the low hanging balls. Reaching back to the muscled glutes,
Steve pulled Alejandro's body toward him to revel in the musk and maleness
of his friend. Pulling back, he opened his mouth to the glans and pulled it
into him swirling his tongue and was rewarded with another sigh of pleasure
from Alejandro.

He stood, placing his hands on Alejandro's chest, letting his fingers glide
through the thick hair till his palms covered the impressive nipples. As
his hands stopped moving, he looked up and met his partner's
gaze. Alejandro placed his hands on Steve's shoulders and stepped closer to
him till their faces were inches apart, their cocks touching.

"Stephen, the leisure of our passion has made me hungry for you. Yet, you
are my guest and we have just met. An interesting contradiction, yes? So,
shall we put on our trunks?" Steve smiled, realizing he had left his in the
house.

"In the drawer there you will find a selection. Something will suit you, I
trust." Alejandro said.

Steve pulled open the drawer at the bottom of the niche. There were
numerous pairs of Speedos and folded jocks. He found one that would cling
nicely and ignoring the jocks removed it and closed the drawer. He saw
Alejandro smile.

He pulled up the red trunks, tucking his nearly erect organ into the
stretchy material. Alejandro watched smiling, admiring. Reaching into his
drawer, Alejandro took out a low cut black suit and stepped into it.



Alejandro took a step toward Steve, leaning in, closing the space, and
quietly said in a voice thick with desire, "How will we finish this? It is
the one thing we haven't discussed. One will win but what then?"

Steve continued to meet his gaze, felt the heat between them and wanted to
submerge himself in the warmth. He said simply, "We'll see. Let's wrestle."

Steve walked to the center of the mat then turned to face Alejandro. His
heart raced and his breath seemed ragged as he studied the man approaching
him dressed only in the low cut Speedo. Alejandro's muscles seemed, to
Steve, like those of a large cat. With each movement, they bunched or
flexed naturally. He felt himself harden just looking at the man.

Since he had grown his pubes, Steve kept waiting for chest hair to grow
though he waited in vane. Thinking back on puberty and his early years
wrestling, he looked with envy at the boys who already had, what appeared
to him, to be a veritable forest of hair on the upper pecs and in the
valley between. These guys had treasure trails that led to bushy pubes and
in many cases grown up dicks resting on heavily packed balls.

Fortunately, most of the guys had boners from time to time so Steve's
didn't cause anyone to question. With no budget for singlets, most often
the boys wore their gym shorts, jocks and socks. The shorts hid most
budding boners from observers but the guys tied up weren't shy and didn't
mind an intentional rub or grasp if the hold permitted. Always, there was
good natured kidding in the showers after.

Steve could even remember the sweaty smell of some of the guys he'd
fantasized about when jerking off. Dennis, one particularly built guy, was
several inches shorter but packed with muscle and had pecs and abs covered
with hair. His cock was a thick spike protruding from his pubes. It filled
his jeans and Steve always enjoyed watching him tuck himself in before he
zipped. Steve could only imagine what it would be like to see that spike
fully engorged and be able to fist it to orgasm.


Steve began to stretch his quads with half lunges. The bulging quads seemed
to explode through his flesh. His calves bunched into knotted masses of
flesh which tapered suddenly to his ankles. Grabbing his elbows, he
stretched his lats slowly. One then the other, repeating the movements, his
eyes never leaving Alejandro's. Bringing his fists together in front of his
pecs Steve slowly flexed his lats until they were fully distended to their
hooded cobra-like contour.

Continuing to stretch, he hunched his shoulders till the mounds of roped
muscle seemed to merge with his trapezoids. Locking his fingers together
and reversing his palms outward, Steve flexed his triceps and lifted them
over his head, reaching up on tiptoe to stretch his ripped torso and abs.

Alejandro felt his cock swell in his trunks. Surely this ripped stud was
putting on a show for him -- challenging him. Alejandro spread his legs and
slowly lowered his body, arms out stretched. To Steve's amazement he arms
continued through his legs, the tops of his fingers just touching the
floor. Muscles on either side of his spine caused a deep cleft. The
flexibility of this man was stunning.

Alejandro slowly reversed the motion and for a moment stood. Steve could
see the outline of the thick snake in Alejandro's trunk. Alejandro then
lifted his hands overhead and locking them together began to stretch from
side to side. At the end of each arc Steve could see the muscles in
Alejandro's torso and lats bunch and bulge.  Slowly Alejandro began to
split his legs, letting his feet slide along the mat until there was less
than four inches of space between his bulge and the mat.

`Damn!!' Steve thought. This guy can tie me up with his legs and make a bow
with his arms and destroy me. Steve shook his arms and rotated his neck and
stood waiting. Alejandro looked up as if just noticing him and smiled a
knowing smile nodded that he was ready.

Alejandro had only wrestled infrequently since his days at U
Chicago. Though there were not many men with whom he'd engaged in an
intentional erotic contest, there had been enough to compare. Steve brought
fight to him that he knew would test his strength. The candor and
transparency of their on-line and actual conversation had convinced
Alejandro that this man was more than honest in the expression of his
desires.

What Alejandro was only willing to admit to himself occasionally, in dark
moments of his brooding while waiting for sleep, was the desire to be
partnered with someone with whom he could share passions and
possessions. Sure he could `buy' a young man -- a boy toy, he thought with
disgust; and, there were a few young attractive men he'd met during his
travels to board and foundation meetings. He learned early though, the
ability to do research on board and foundation members was easy. Nearly
without exception, these men had learned that he was single, influential
and financially independent.

When he looked at Steve, he saw a muscular, disciplined man, whose desire
for another man was plainly evident in his demeanor. That they had met as
strangers removed all chance of Steve's interest in financial gain. His
lack of sexual experience with men was in its own way charming. Alejandro
had no doubt that he brought prodigious wrestling skill to the match but he
harbored a hope that Steve somehow wanted to be taken down, wanted to be
made to submit to an older, more experienced man.

Alejandro lifted his arms and began to circle, interrupting his movements
with slight lunges to take Steve off guard. With a sudden move, Alejandro
rushed Steve and tried to circle him for a front bear hug. Steve quickly
side stepped and looped his arms up and into a full nelson, quickly
cinching his hands and locking in the hold. His adrenalin surged. Power
seemed to course through his arms. His senses were tingling. Feeling the
dense hair under Alejandro's arms caused his cock to pulse. Steve wanted
this man.

Burying his face into Alejandro's back and drinking in the aroma of the
sweating man, he faced fully his desire to find himself on his back. He
wanted Alejandro on top, pressing their almost naked bodies together so
that Steve could feel the muscled and hairy physique weighing him
down. He'd had numerous opportunities, during his out of town cruising, to
have sex with furry muscled men and had availed himself often. The critical
missing element, he realized, was the absence of the unique virility that
was accentuated by man-to-man naked struggle.

Alejandro shoved his arms down trying to break the hold. He leaned forward,
continuing to press his arms down, throwing weight back and forth. Steve
rode him, pushing Alejandro's head down further toward his chest. Alejandro
lifted his arms quickly trying to power out. The aphrodisiac of muscle
fighting muscle filled Alejandro's chest with a fire. He twisted again but,
Steve held his grasp.

Wanting to get more control, Steve fell back to the mat pulling Alejandro
with him. Rolling to the side, Steve quickly applied a scissor across the
upper abs. Locking his ankles tight, he opened the scissor slightly only to
slam it hard against the solar plexus. He was rewarded with a grunt as
Alejandro tightened his abs to defend himself. Steve's legs rubbed across
Alejandro's skin as he contracted his powerful quads. The muscle contest
between men was pure eroticism for him. The course hair that met his quads
made his balls tingle.

Like pictures flashing in his memory, Steve could see men he'd wanted to
wrestle over the years. Closing his eyes he let the sweat, the muscle
against muscle tension, the friction of chest hair rubbing against his leg
fueled his passion and imagination. Here at last was a man who wanted the
same things he did. His cock hardened into steel as he rammed it against
Alejandro's side. Lost in the moment he felt himself morph into something
more real, more like the sexual person he kept locked inside his
imagination.

Steve came out of his sexual reverie and reminded himself again that this
was not a timed competition but a contest to be savored. He pulled himself
tighter against Alejandro's side. He flexed his legs, grinding his hard
cock against Alejandro's lats. He looked across and saw Alejandro's cock
swollen and pushing against the front of his Speedos. Easing into a new
rhythm Steve banished the instilled need to quickly dominate and win points
or a pin. Steve reveled in the skin contact, the contour of straining
muscles and Alejandro's hairy torso. He lowered his elbows to increase the
contact and flexed enjoying the sense of touch and power. Alejandro
continued to push against Steve, trying to free himself while taking a
measure of the man holding him.

The freedom to wrestle with no regard to being circumspect about his
sexuality was nearly overwhelming. He acutely felt the conflict of the
sexual need he felt when he looked at Alejandro and his desire to flex his
muscles and let himself test and be tested by a man who understood the
passions burning within him.

Alejandro enjoyed the smooth definition of Steve's body. The clean lines of
muscle and the fluid grace of Steve's movements continued to fuel
Alejandro's desire. The nearly hairless body glistened with a sheen of
sweat. The contours were defined clearly as the light played across
them. He could feel himself swelling.

Switching to a half nelson, Steve captured Alejandro's arm and pulled it
high up Alejandro's back. The shoulder muscle knotted as Steve cinching the
arm, he shifted his weight to secure it. Alejandro's back muscles tensed
and relaxed as he tried to adjust and get relief. Steve's legs slid into a
grapevine spreading Alejandro's hairy legs. The coarseness of the hair on
Alejandro's upper thigh rubbed against Steve, the sweat from both men
releasing pheromones was evident. Releasing the half nelson, Steve slid his
hands under Alejandro's chin and began to apply pressure with the modified
camel.

As their back's arched, Steve pressed his man muscle firmly into the fleshy
meat of Alejandro's glutes and rocked enjoying the sensation. Pressing into
the crack caused his muscle to throb and stain his red Speedos with
precum. He imagined the holds being reversed, imagined himself on the
bottom stretching up to meet the pulsing cock. He pumped harder not caring
what Alejandro thought.

Sliding up Alejandro's back and resting his knees on the mat, Steve
increased the pressure on Alejandro's chin as he watched Alejandro's
powerful back muscles knot along his spine. Grasping Steve's hands,
Alejandro tore at his fingers to gain a hold trying to release the pressure
on his chin.

Steve suddenly released his hold and rolled away from Alejandro. Instead of
standing, Steve faced Alejandro on his knees, legs spread for balance and
waited. Chest and abs heaving with ragged breath, his cock swollen; he
looked down and saw the stain. Alejandro rose to his knees and saw it also
and smiled.

"As your passion burns hotter so does the demand of your muscle." Alejandro
said nodding toward Steve protruding cock. Alejandro reached in and
adjusted himself. When finished he groped the front of his suit and smiled
at Steve. He reached back and briefly kneaded the muscles in his lower
back. Steve, smiling, began to close the distance.

They tied up, trying to gain advantage. Alejandro shifted his weight and
turned, taking them to the mat. He grabbed Steve's neck in a head lock and
reaching out, caught an ankle and pulled Steve into a cradle. Resting his
chest on Steve, Alejandro clasped his hands and pulled the cradle hold in
tight. He spread his legs for stability. Leveraging his weight onto his
toes and an elbow, he let his weight drop repeatedly on Steve. Alejandro
imagined the pleasure of having Steve's legs spread and pounding Steve's
man chute with his thick muscle. Steve's face pressed into the fur of
Alejandro's chest. He began to lick and bite at the available
skin. Alejandro groaned his pleasure.  Shifting positions, Alejandro laced
his muscular, hairy legs between Steve's and scissoring the freed leg, he
stretched the cradle.

Steve's eyes were pinched closed as he tried to find a way to loosen the
grip. He felt hot breath close to his ear, "Enjoying this, my friend? I
am." Alejandro whispered. Steve opened his eyes and turned, their faces
were only inches apart. He nodded and smiled. Alejandro rolled Steve onto
his side resting his weight on Steve. The split left Steve's crotch
exposed. Alejandro pushed himself up till his muscle was pushing against
Steve's nylon covered sphincter. Alejandro chuckled as he heard the growl
in Steve's throat. As his cock swelled, throbbed and rubbed against Steve's
body Alejandro muttered "Yes, I'm enjoying this very much!"

With a final pull against Steve's neck, Alejandro released his neck while
maintaining the hold on Steve's leg. With the other leg scissored Alejandro
pulled him into stretch. He kept applying the pressure and slowly rolled
his weight on top of Steve, pinning him to the mat while continuing the
groin stretch. Their legs intertwined, sliding against each other like
large snakes writhing in combat.  Steve grabbed at Alejandro to find some
leverage to loosen the hold but to no avail. Alejandro let his gaze rake
across the hapless Steve, taking in the tensed muscles, the rivulets of
sweat running down his legs. Steve's suit was stretched tight across his
groin, the balls and line of his cock clearly defined. Alejandro felt his
own cock surge. He wanted to rip the nylon from what fueled his fire and
take Steve there, on the mat.

He knew his passion was nearly out of control and reluctantly realized he
must release the hold on Steve's sweaty muscled legs. Tightening the hold
momentarily he looked into Steve's eyes and saw there determination and
will to fight. Releasing his legs he rolled over Steve's head and away. He
stood and walked to get a towel for both of them.

Returning to Steve, Alejandro let his body sink with ease and grace into a
seated yoga position on the mat. Steve watched and wondered at the muscle
control required for that^Åwow, was he in over his head, he
wondered. Taking the towel, Alejandro offered an arm to Steve and began to
wipe his face, arms and torso. Taking his legs one at a time he dried them,
ignoring the crotch area all the while watching Steve's face.

Steve's breath was returning to normal after recovering from the last
pin. Being folded in on ones self with nearly two hundred pounds pressing
down makes it hard to breathe. Alejandro's touch was not gentle, nor was it
unintentionally rough. When he was finished he took the towel and tossed it
aside. He reached over and cupped Steve's balls in his hand. Taking the
hand away Alejandro surprised Steve by moving the hand to his nose and
inhaling. "Sweat is the essence of combat." he said simply.

Steve recalled how often he'd run his fingers along his ball sac after a
run, or surreptitiously after a wrestling workout and smelled the musk and
sweat. How did this man understand so completely the desires he lived with
everyday.

Alejandro lowered his body to recline, resting on an elbow. With his other
hand he caressed with two fingers the outlines of Steve's jaw, and then
moved to his pecs admiring the smooth contour. After tweaking the nipples
gently with his nails, he let his finger nails, palm up, slide across
Steve's abs. Steve shuddered uncontrollably. The sensation of light touch,
the heat of his body and the growing erotic energy in his body merged. He
looked hungrily at Alejandro.

Alejandro looked at him, "yes my young friend, I too burn with lust."
Standing, he reached for Steve with both hands and pulled him up. Stepping
back, Alejandro looked intently at his wrestling partner.

As the men faced each other their cocks were filled but not
rampant. Alejandro's penis had mesmerized Steve. It was long and thick. It
tapered toward the head. Because of its weight it hung angled toward the
floor. Steve realized he was staring at the large bulge in Alejandro's
black low cut Speedo. He looked up, a bit embarrassed and it seemed that
Alejandro had read his mind. "We are not at school, young one. We are two
men. Here we face one another, grappling, reveling in our maleness and
desire for each other. Do not hesitate to look at me. I devour you now with
my eyes, waiting for the time when I can consume you with my body."

Catching his breath and biting his lower lip, Steve could only nod his head
and reply a simple "yes!" as his muscle swelled in his suit.

"Wrestle me, my friend. Wrestle with me" Alejandro said in a husky voice.

They circled, Steve wary from the punishment he'd just endured. Alejandro
moved in quickly, catching him off guard. The front bear hug was quickly
secured and Alejandro lifted Steve off the mat. He pushed his face into
Steve's pecs enjoying the smooth firmness of them. He let Steve fall only
enough that he could control the pressure and diminish the air Steve could
breathe.  He tightened the hold, his long fingers locked around the
opposite wrist. He felt Steve's turgid muscle pressing against him and
wondered what it would feel like if there was not the nylon separating
their flesh.

He tightened the hug suddenly and powerfully. The result was what he
expected. Steve's sudden expulsion of air put him at a disadvantage and
gave Alejandro the opportunity to weaken him. Steve slammed his forearms
against the furry mat of Alejandro's chest. He arched his back, all for
naught. He pressed the heels of his hands against Alejandro's chin shoving
with all his strength. But with each exhalation of air the pressure
diminished the amount he could take in and he felt himself begin to weaken
from lack of oxygen.

Alejandro, enjoying his control, walked around the mat letting Steve's body
and weight bounce against his powerful grip. He watched Steve's biceps flex
as he pushed for relief. Steve's legs were wrapped with ankles locked
behind Alejandro but it achieved no positive end. Alejandro toyed with
Steve, lifted his weight on his toes and then let his body drop, bending
his knees, thus increasing Steve's agony.

Steve was seeing his own constellation of stars from the lack of oxygen. He
could feel his body growing more limp. The pressure on his abs was
unrelenting. He was near blacking out when he felt himself begin, it
seemed, to fall.

Alejandro tossed the nearly limp body higher against his chest. Catching
Steve at the waist, holding him with one arm and with the other supporting
his head and neck, Alejandro slammed their bodies fall to the
mat. Alejandro's concerns came in waves. Had Steve blacked out, what if he
hurt him inadvertently? He raised himself on his knees and hands and looked
at Steve waiting for some reaction.

Steve's recovery was quick. He was groggy and moved his head from side to
side. When his eyes focused he saw Alejandro watching him.

"Are you hurt, my friend? Did you fall too hard?"

"Alejandro," Steve laughed a bit weakly, "it's going to take more than that
to make me give."

"All is well then?" Alejandro asked as he slid his body into a front
grapevine, locking in his feet to secure the hold. His arms grabbed Steve's
wrists and pulled them both behind Steve's head. Their faces inches apart
Alejandro asked, "are you sure you want to continue this?" Alejandro asked
in a voice that challenged though was still mixed with a bit of concern.

"Darn right I do and I still intend to take you down! Now get off of me!"

Alejandro laughed, tightened both holds and began to grind their male
muscles against each other. "If you can not make me, plan to stay here
until I am satisfied!" Alejandro laughed in his face. A wave of heat mixed
with desire for this man surged through Steve. It was what he had dreamed
about. Watching his coaches during formative years, he had brought himself
to climax often imagining being under their bodies, feeling their muscles
press against him. In that moment Steve wanted more than anything to spread
his legs and let Alejandro fulfill Steve's years of fantasy and desire.

Instead of yielding to the moment, Steve thrashed, tried to bridge but was
unsuccessful. He humped back against Alejandro and felt his cock stiffening
against Alejandro's assault. Their faces were only inches apart. Each felt
the other's breath. Alejandro let his face fall closer. Steve could feel
the heat of their bodies, the hair on Alejandro's chest matted against his
own smooth chest. Steve closed his eyes and opened his mouth slightly and
felt the lips graze his. He lifted his head to meet Alejandro's lips.

Still grinding against Steve's rampant muscle, Alejandro pushed their lips
together. Their tongues wrestled. Their bodies thrust violently against
each other. Steve wanted it to never end. He longed to lock his legs behind
Alejandro and rolled on top of him, to bite him, lick him, twist his large
hard nipples as he rubbed his hand through the coarse hair. He imagined
pressing their bodies together and let their passions lead where they
might. He wanted to prove his potency as a lover, to struggle with and
excite Alejandro to the point that Alejandro would forcefully take him,
ravage him and satisfy them both.

As the passion began to peak, Alejandro suddenly broke his hold and rolled
off of Steve. Turning several times to create a space between them, he sat
up, resting his hands on his knees. Steve looked up, confused; wondering if
they had had crossed some unknown line. Again it seemed as if Alejandro
read his thoughts, "do not concern yourself my friend. I was very close to
my consummation of our passion. There is much more we can share before we
give into our release. Yes?"

Steve rolled on to his back and shut his eyes. "I can not touch myself,
Alejandro. I am so close."

"We will wait a moment then and see if, in this next round, you can best
me. Yes?"

Alejandro sat watching his young friend mentally and physically collect
himself, gain control and then raise himself to an elbow. "Alejandro, I may
not be able to hold it. I was so close. Please don't be offended if I
shoot."

"Now how could anyone be offended at such a compliment? Do not forget that
I was your age not too awfully long ago." Alejandro said with a twinkle in
his eye. "Tell me when you are ready. Would you like some water?" Without
waiting for an answer, Alejandro rose and got fresh towels, and two bottles
of water. As he walked away Steve was mesmerized at the fluidity of the
musculature in Alejandro's back and legs. The matted hair, the flexing
calves as he walked, his spine moving sinuously as a snake, Steve's
imagination and lust flared with desire.

Returning, Alejandro tossed Steve the towel, handed him water and sat near
him. Steve sat up, wiped with the towel and drank half the water. "Thanks,
Alejandro. That tastes great, I needed it." Reaching into his trunks, Steve
arranged himself for greater comfort.

Alejandro took the towel and closed water bottle and moved them away to the
edge of the mat. Turning, he walked to the center of the mat and said
nothing, but looked at Steve. Steve met the gaze and grinned. "You're
tough." he finally said.

Easily finding his feet, Steve once again shifted his muscle and balls for
greater comfort and walked to the center of the mat. He noticed Alejandro
looking openly at the contour of his bulge. He recognized the desire in
Alejandro's eyes and playing a bit, flexed his pecs, abs and biceps while
thrusting his cock forward.

Alejandro smiled then crouched, raised his arms and began to circle,
looking for an opening. Steve responded in kind, taking inventory of his
sore muscles and incipient fatigue.

They locked, collar and elbow, pulling and pushing at each other to gain
some measure of advantage. Steve twisted suddenly and managed to catch
Alejandro off guard and they went to the mat. Grabbing Alejandro's wrist,
Steve spun and gained control over the arm with a twist. He rose to his
knees, determined to work this arm and shoulder to take some of the fight
out of Alejandro.

Alejandro rose with him, reaching back to slap the shoulder and trying to
find some relief from the pressure. Steve turned him, reveling in being
able to use holds and maneuvers he could only teach in high school
wrestling.

He lowered Alejandro to the mats on his knees with the leverage he
had. Alejandro reached back again and when he did, Steve let the wrist
slide so that it wasn't twisted while at the same time catching the other
wrist. He pulled them back forcefully and lay down on the mat
simultaneously sliding forward scissoring Alejandro. From that vantage
point he worked Alejandro's arms and shoulders pulling and twisting them
from the rear in a fully secured surfboard. His scissors was locked firmly
in place and he lowered his heels into Alejandro's crotch putting pressure
on the shaft and balls for fun as he pressured Alejandro's lower rib cage.

Using the leverage he had, Steve put all the torque possible on the arms
and shoulders, pulling and twisting while stretching Alejandro forward with
the scissors. He worked the hold, planning his next move.

Twisting to his side and sliding down Alejandro's body, Steve maneuvered
his scissors across Alejandro's upper abs. Still controlling the arms, he
locked in a nelson from the side leaving Alejandro lying on his back,
gasping for breath from the pressure of Steve's quads and finding he had no
defense against the hold. Steve twisted Alejandro's torso while pushing his
neck to his chest gaining maximum leverage and pressure. The grunts of
exertion from Alejandro pleased Steve and he cranked down harder, pulsing
his quads, forcing air from Alejandro's diaphragm. Steve's drive to wrestle
and win was strong. Even in the face of his desire to be mastered by
Alejandro Steve would not give less than his best to any match.

Seeing that the scissors was accomplishing more, Steve released the arms
and slid away for a full abdominal scissor's hold. He twisted his body to
gain leverage and placed his upper quads across Alejandro's upper abs. He
began his tortuous pressure with rhythmic pulses. Fully twisting his body,
he maximized the pressure to a point holding back knowing he could damage
Alejandro.  Alejandro lifted to his elbows working to shift the pressure to
his lower abs. It was his only defense.

Looking over his shoulder, Steve saw his opening. Swiftly, he reached back
and got Alejandro's head in a lock and spun his scissors appropriately
locking them diagonally across Alejandro's abs. Burying Alejandro's face
into his chest, Steve ramped up the pressure of the scissors, pulsing them
and working Alejandro's abs. He felt Alejandro's tongue bathe his nipple
and his cock surged.

Continuing to pull Alejandro's face into his chest to limit the oxygen
available, Steve stretched Alejandro with the scissors, pulling against the
lats and lower back. Quickly he shifted again. Pulling Alejandro between
his legs, Steve tied up one arm in a reverse half nelson and with the other
put a modified choke hold on his opponent. Careful to not cut all blood off
to the brain, Steve arched his back stretching Alejandro further.

Alejandro's futile slaps against Steve were both amusing and a sign of
increasing fatigue, both physical and mental. Steve kept the pressure on,
ever mindful of the modified choke. When he had worked it thoroughly, he
released the scissors and rolled Alejandro to his stomach. Quickly turning,
Steve reached for Alejandro's ankle and lifted him into a single leg crab
letting his weight sit fully on Alejandro's lower back. Twisting the ankle,
Steve ratcheted up the pain to both the lower and upper leg to maintain his
control. His muscles pulsing, his breath ragged, Steve enjoyed the control
over his opponent.

Steve then put the foot under his arm and leaned back increasing the
pressure on Alejandro's lower back. He was openly groaning now, slapping
the mat. "Had enough, Alejandro?" Steve cried out. His answer was another
slap to the mat and an attempt by Alejandro to grab his leg, his arm,
anything that would give him fighting leverage. Nothing worked.

Steve released him. Rolling to the side he left Alejandro to
recover. Getting the water and towels, he walked back to his partner and
rubbed his back down and kneeled over his lower back rubbing his
shoulders. Rising up so Alejandro had clearance; Steve rolled him over and
gently knelt on him crotch-to-crotch. Looking down, he smiled, "you aren't
going to give are you?"

"Not while I can find any fight. You could have had me several times you
know. However a quick victory for one is not outcome either of us want, is
it?" Alejandro asked. As much as Alejandro wanted to feel the muscles of
this young man yielding to him, he knew that if either surrendered before
completing their contest it would diminish the passion the both were
anticipating.

Leaning forward on his palms and lowering himself to Alejandro, Steve said,
"When we finish this, we will have both wrestled until there is little if
anything left in either of us. We will find pleasure in the pain and
exertion. We will find pleasure in each other afterward. It will be as we
both want." Steve then leaned in and slowly let his mouth meet
Alejandro's. Resting on his elbows, Steve grasped Alejandro's head with his
hands and lifting it they again passionately explored each other's mouth.

Finally Steve rolled to Alejandro's side and they rested. Steve explored
Alejandro's chest, letting his fingers play with the matted hair and
nipples. He scooted himself forward till he was against Alejandro's side
and wrapped his thick, firm leg over Alejandro's thicker, sweat soaked
hairy body; Steve gently rocked his thickening cock against Alejandro's
meaty side. Their breath returned to normal and Steve whispered into
Alejandro's ear "Drink up and wipe off cause I'm really gonna whip your ass
this time, dude!" They both laughed.

Steve took the bottles and towels off the mat this time and turning, found
Alejandro in the center waiting. Steve was tired and could see the fatigue
in Alejandro's body. Steve determined to continue this without break until
Alejandro conceded. Even though he wanted to be bested by this man, Steve
knew that it would not happen. As he approached the mat's center, Steve
could feel his cock swell in anticipation of what lay ahead.

Alejandro began the circling that was typical of his opening
gambit. Instead of matching his move, Steve began to dance from side to
side and backing as he circled. "What'cha waitin' on big guy? You want it
as bad as I do so why don't you come and get it!" Steve taunted, enjoying
some vanilla trash talk.

As he had hoped, Alejandro rushed him. Meeting him and using Alejandro's
momentum, Steve dove, grabbed Alejandro's lower waist and flipped him. They
landed on the mat, Steve's back on top of Alejandro. Steve reached back and
grabbed Alejandro's ankles. Shifting his weight to a seated position he
rolled his weight forward locking Alejandro's hamstrings under his
armpits. Steve leaned into the hold slowly forcing the weight of both their
bodies onto Alejandro's chest.

Steve bounced gently increasing the pressure. Alejandro's face was blood
read from both exertion and compression. Steve leaned further forward, this
time rising on his knees relieving a small bit of Alejandro's pressure. He
kept leaning till his distended cock and spandex covered balls rubbed
against Alejandro's mouth and nose.

Alejandro opened his mouth and began to hungrily tongue Steve's
crotch. Steve rose up a bit more on his knees to relieve the pressure while
giving Alejandro access. The hairy chest heaved beneath and Steve knew this
was a brief intermission for his own pleasure. Alejandro had more fight in
him.

Steve pushed Alejandro's forehead back and dropped one leg. Standing, he
stepped over Alejandro's body and twisted the leg, turning Alejandro
over. Holding his leg Steve knelt in the middle of Alejandro's back while
pulling the captured leg toward him. He could hear the deep groans from
Alejandro.

Lifting himself off Alejandro, Steve reached down grabbing Alejandro from
the rear and lifted him by his armpits till he was standing. Before
Alejandro could recover, Steve, grabbing Alejandro around his upper quads
hoisted him up and laid Alejandro across his right shoulder. Balancing his
opponent carefully, Steve let the weight of Alejandro's body provide the
pressure. Steve could feel Alejandro trying to free himself and before he
fell, Steve bent forward and slammed Alejandro down onto the mat.

With Alejandro on his stomach, Steve grabbed one of Alejandro's
legs. Standing up he began to twist it, watching for Alejandro's reaction
or inevitable submission. Determining to fight this through to completion,
Steve turned; sitting on Alejandro's back grabbed his arms and trapped them
while linking his own hands. He then flipped forward and bridged keeping
Alejandro's arms locked while applying pressure.

Steve remembered a saying his mother often used, "in for a penny, in for a
pound." Why that came to mind and what it meant originally was irrelevant
but Steve realized he was definitely `in for a pound'. He'd gone far beyond
fun erotic wrestling. That kind of man play never led to true
domination. He may well never hear from Alejandro after this day but he
intended to honor his agreement that they would wrestle to the end and
then^Åwell, that would soon be determined, wouldn't it, he thought to
himself.

Releasing Alejandro's left hand, he held the right and moved to capture his
right ankle. Placing his feet against Alejandro's side, Steve began to
pull. He moved his right foot higher against Alejandro's ribs increasing
the pressure on the arm and shoulder.

"Give?" Steve whispered hoarsely. Alejandro grunted out his no. Steve
released the hold on the arm and leg and moved quickly to Alejandro's
back. Kneeling he hooked Alejandro's head with his arm and captured both
legs with his other hand. Slowly Steve leaned back until Alejandro's body
was lifted and his full weight was bearing down on Steve's knees.

"Enough, enough!" Alejandro coughed out. Steve gently lowered him to the
mat and lay beside him. With genuine concern in his voice he asked, "Are
you hurt Alejandro? Tell me you aren't hurt."

Alejandro turned his head and smiled a weak smile, "you mean that, do you
not, my friend? I am certain that I will be sorer than I have been in
years; but, I am alright. Do not worry young one."

Steve smiled at the `young one' but decided to keep his thoughts to
himself. Alejandro pressed him, "What is that smile?" With a mock anger he
continued, "Do you dismiss me altogether, just an old man? Wait, I'll catch
my breath and teach you a real lesson!" Alejandro stared at Steve, but the
twinkle in his eye belied the anger in his voice.

Steve smiled in return. "I don't know about `old' but you are more of a man
than any I've wrestled in a long time." Steve grinned and climbed atop
Alejandro, gently resting on his knees and Alejandro's chest.

"Just in case you didn't notice, I won." Steve said, changing the mood.
Looking into Alejandro's eyes trying to discern his thoughts, he felt
conflict and regret. The logic was unavoidable. He was younger, had been in
training for ten years or more without missing a season, he was half the
age of Alejandro. Still^Åhe had hoped. He had wanted to be spent on the
mat, his chest heaving gasping for breath as Alejandro lay across him, the
victor. His comment was met with silence. Alejandro let the silence grow
and held Steve's eyes with his own.

Slowly Steve lowered himself till he was lying atop Alejandro, their
bodies, sweat slick, pressing against each other. Resting on his elbows
Steve let his face drop until their breath mingled. Their lips grazed each
other. Steve began to tongue the surface of Alejandro's lips only to be met
with Alejandro's tongue.

They let their tongues slip in and out of one another's mouth with a gentle
penetration. There was no desperate passion demanding immediate release,
though that would surely come.