From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Match
Date: 12 Mar 1998 00:00:00 GMT

Making money in college is one of the challenges. My folks gave me a monthly
allowance...just enough to live on. My tuition, room (dorm) and board (dorm
food) was taken care of with the nice scholarship I had gotten. Grades were
ok, though it was hard work.
But money for clothes, beers, pizza, going out, even going on a date..should I
ever do that, was all hard to get.
Some guys snatched up the jobs in the nearby shopping area. Pizza joints,
stores, even parking meter cops..all were held by my peers.
I didn't get to campus early enough to look for a job....and I knew next year
I wouldn't make the same mistake.
My buddies mostly had the same problem, except one. Matt. He lived in the room
next door to us. He had a scholarship too and didn't get an allowance from his
Dad, a single parent. And he had no job that we knew of.
Yet he lived ok, went out often, wore nice clothes, went on weekend trips and
seemed never to have the money stress the rest of us had.
Finally when the two of us were sharing some beer he had bought, I asked him
the question. "Locker Room" is one place you can go. He said and didn't say
anything more.
I knew some guys got blowjobs in the locker room at our gym, but I didn't
think that was for money. Not that I was adverse to it. More then once during
high school, I closed my eyes as some older guy who had picked me up
hitchiking, sucked my cock. The ten or twenty dollars he gave me paid for my
indulgences. There was no stigma to it for me. Hell I would have been jacking
off anyway..so another guy has fun, I feel good, I get a ride and money too.
Why not?
I hung around the locker room for awhile...got and gave a blowjob now and then
but nobody there seemed ready to part with money. Most were my fellow
students, who had money?
"Another way is to put your sports talents to use." Matt said in another
afternoon as we were sunning on the grassy slopes near the gym. I had asked
him again about making money. "You're here on a wrestling scholarship right?"
Matt knew I was of course. I had been state champ in my weight class for three
years in high school. So here I was wearing jock and tights feeling the hard
bodies of other wrestlers almost every Saturday for my new school.
"I know places you can go to wrestle and they pay you"
"But I have to stay an amateur..." I babbled.
Matt stared at me as if I were dumber then the curb.
Then he laughed assuming I was kidding. I laughed to to reinforce his belief.
"If you're game, I can turn you onto some guys"
I answered the phone in the hall of our dorm. A shrill voice had yelled out my
name..our unique paging system in the dorm.
"Steve?"
"Yeah"
"A friend of yours, Matthew, said you like to put on wrestling shows"
"Uh yea I wrestle"
"Good. Got a partner?"
"Uh I guess I could find one, but I don't know"
"No prob. we've got others"
"How about Friday night?"
"Can I bring someone ?"
There was silence on the phone.
"I mean it's my first time, strangers there, and all...." I was nervouse,
sweating and wondering who this guy was.
"First time huh?  Good. Tell you what, we'll pay you $100 for the match and
more if things progress beyond that."
I didn't know what he was talking about.
"And the guys obviously want that"
"Uh ok....do I bring my own stuff?"
"No, we've got tights..you won't need a cup. And sure, you can bring a friend
to watch if that makes you feel comfortable".
Matt agreed to come saying he was giving up his night at the Locker Room. I
thought that was odd since I never saw him there when I went.
We drove in Matt's Mustang to the address.....it was a warehouse in the middle
of other warehouses. The streets were empty and I thought we were lost.
"Hell no, I've been here before, you forget"
A few cars were parked here and there so I knew we must be close.
Matt introduced me to Buzz. His voice was the one I heard on the phone. He
seemed delighted to see Matt.
"Take the kid to the changing room and fill him in won't you sweety?"
I was suprised that Matt didn't react to the "sweety" but I was busy looking
around.
Men in suits, shorts, of all ages were hanging around drinking beer and
chatting. It was like a party. I didn't see anyone our age in the
group..mostly older men.
The changing room was a store room filled wiht boxes. I gave Matt my wallet
and keys. And as he stood there talking to me I stripped naked and waited.
Buzz came in and walked around looking at us and giving us tights. 
There were abour six guys like me..mostly around my age. Some had lots of body
hair, others were totally smooth like me.
I thought I recognized one or two from the campus, I wasn't sure.
Matt seemed to know some of them.
Buzz looked at me and smiled "First time huh?" his smile was beyond friendly,
it was almost evil..and made me feel embarassed.
"Good, blush like that out there and they'll love you" He handed me a pair of
white tights.
It fit really tight on me...it was too small.
"He want's them to be that way" Matt said when I complained about the size.
I moved my balls and cock around till they felt comfortable. Usually I wore a
jock or cup...I wasn't used to seeing my manhood almost clear thru my tights.
Ok, that's not true. In high school, I used to put on nothing but my tights at
home and jack off into them...kind of my way of breaking in new pair of
tights..and the feeling of my huge amount of jism sloshing around my meat in
my tights felt good. My cock started to grow as I thought about that.
"Better wait till later for that" Matt said as his fingers gave my half
erection a squeeze.
I stared at him. It was the first time he had ever touched me like that.
"Your butt always looks good in those things" he added with a pat on my butt.
He was turning me on like crazy.
Matt was a tall, clean cut looking guy with huge round shoulders. He loved to
swim and that's how he got his scholarship. I had admired his lean physique
wearing those little speedos in many swim meets we went to.
"here's what you do..." Matt was all business as he gave me a hurried list of
tips on how to please the crowd.
"Hell if you're lucky, you wont' be back at the dorms till Sunday night with a
pocket full".
The first pair of guys came back from their match. One was naked holding the
shredded tights he had worn and the other's were half off him. They patted
each others butts and downed some cola.
So I had to watch the next match. Peering thru a slightly opened door I got to
see the rest of the guys before me. The guys didnt' use any of the standard
holds or techniques. There was plenty of body throwing and tight ripping. 
And to my surprise the matches ended with sex. One pair ended up 69ing and
another one ended with a guy being pinned then fucked. The crowd loved it and
cheered, called out instructions and seemed to go wild.
"You're with me right?" 
I turned to see another kid about my height and age. His tights were hanging
down half mast. I shook his hand.
"You top or bottom?" he asked.
"It's his first time...er match" Matt jumped in.
"Oh, well, just do whatever you want, I"m versatile." the guy said.
His head had been shaven short.  A little tatoo was on his left shoulder some
sort of greek symbol.
"You in a fraternity?" I tried to be friendly.
He laughed "yea one of the biggest"
Matt took off saying he wanted to watch from out there.
Bobby and I stood in the center of the makeshift ring. Buzz acted like an
announcer.
"I've saved the best to last. In this corner we have a first timer...not only
at this kind of match, but everything"
Cheers, calls of "virgin" filled the room. I stood and held my hands over my
head and blushed..that seemed to make the crowd cheer even more.
"In this corner, you all know him as Rocket"
Bobby stood and imitated me a bit..then pulled his straps of his tights up
onto his shoulders.
We wrestled for real.....I had always thrilled to feel the strengh of my
wrestling partners, sense their heart beats, their pulse, their flexing
muscles.....the power of lifting them or being lifted by them. We did it
all....bobby was a real match for me.
"rip my tights" he grunted in my ear as he had me in one hold.
I grapped a bunch of cloth around his waist and yanked..the cheap material
gave way and the crowd roared.
He returned the favor pulling one of my straps till half of my tights was
shreds.
We continued to wrestle until the bell sounded.
"Second round will be a winner take all. When one is pinned you tell the
winner what to do" Buzz announced "Remember he's a virgin" the crowd yelled.
Bobby and I went at each other like animals....tights were in shreds....I felt
his arm against my cock and balls as he lifted me and looked up at his near
naked sweat coated body as he pinned me.
The crowd yelled what they wanted him to do to me and Bobby smiled. I tried to
get away..and bobby grabbed me pulling my hips back towards him.
I was on my hands and knees....and his cock was stabbing into my asshole.
Then it ws inside me and I was being fucked for the first time..and in public
to boot.
He pulled out and flipped me on my back. Grabbing my ankles he plunged into me
again and I looked up at him as he fucked me again and again.
I grabbed my own cock and jacked until it spurted out all over me....and Bobby
held his own cock shooting all over me as well.
We stood there accepting the applause of the crowd, our naked cum stained
bodies in clear view of the crowd.
"Wow you were hot" Bobby said patting my bare butt as we went inside. The
others there clapped a bit too...I guess we put on one hell of  a show.
Matt appeard
"You ok?" he asked me. His hands settled on my butt and stomach as if to
examine any bruises I had.
"Yeah,...it was a great match" I said.
Matt laughed.
Buzz appeard shortly thereafter.
"OK boys get cleaned up and mingle.
I looked at Matt.
"It's like a party. YOu get out there drink, dance, talk and meet the guys"
I hadn't expected this...but soon I was out there. Matt had stopped me from
putting on my shirt..I saw none of the other boys had shirts on either.
I got lots of congratulations, patts on my back and one or two men pinched my
nipples.
The booze felt good since I had lost so much body water in the match.
"You want to spend the rest of the weekend by my pool?" one guy asked and I
looked at him weirdly and walked away.
I got proposition by two men who wanted me to help them enjoy their
anniversary and another guy who said he was into bondage.
Matt pulled me aside, "What the fuck are you doing? Everyone says you've got
attitude."
"All they do is talk about sex"
Matt stared at me as if I were still as dumb as a curb."That's what we're here
for man. The pay is better then hanging out at the Locker Room Bar and the
guys are nicer too."
Locker Room BAR, I realized my stupidity.
I went back to the man who offer the weekend by the pool and apologized
explaining this really was my first time being out there.
He smiled and patted my cheek.
"Let's go then"
The place was high in the hills. I could see the lights of the campus below.
He was a man in his 40's, nice and friendly. He explained what I had to
do..which was be there, be friendly and be naked. I got out of my jeans and
never put them on until Matt took me home on Sunday.
We had sex, ate great food, swam and sunned all day Saturday. He hosted a
party Sunday afternoon and told me to stay nude. I was hesitant but as his
guests arrived many of them stripped down too.
Matt appeared with a man I recognized from the Friday night matches. And
Bobby, aka Rocket appeared with his weekend date too.
We dove, swam, let the older men put lotion on us and my date took me into his
bed room for one last fuck session. He could see the guests outside his window
as we did it....."one way glass" he told me..but after being fucked in front
of all those men Friday night, I frankly didn't care if the guests could see
me or not.
"Well how did you do?" Matt asked.
It was the first time I looked at the wad of bills my date had given me.
"Buzz gave me two hundred and ..." I stared in disbelief as I counted the
money my date had given me "one two, three hundred more".
"Not bad your first weekend"
"He wanted me to spend next weekend with him too, but I have a match...er a
real one"
Matt nodded "sounds like you're about to have one hell of a time"
"Yeah he's taking me to dinner Wednesday night"
Five hundred dollars in my pocket and I was feeling a bit weird..as if my life
had just changed. I did some calculations and realized I could make a thousand
a month for two weekends.
"That's just a beginning" Matt was reacting to my five hundred dollars "They
take you on trips, give you clothes, gifts and lots more money then that. And
even if you don't like the older guys, just be affectionate...you'll make
more"
The truth was, I knew I did like the older guys. The ones who had picked me up
hitchiking and gave me twenty dollar blowjobs, the ones who had gave me
compliments at the match and the one I had been with all weekend.
"Want to spend the night?" Matt asked me.
"Naw, I got to rest......" I was surprised to hear myself turn down his hunky
guy for what would probably have been one hell of a night of sex.
I lay on my bunk...the five one hundred dollar bills under my pillow..and I
thought of the guy I had spend the weekend with as I jacked off.
I sighed as I knew my new life was beginning.