Date: Thu, 25 Aug 2005 06:51:21 +0000
From: "hippocrene2003 @hotmail.com" <hippocrene2003@hotmail.com>
Subject: Wrestling for Relief, 3

Wrestling for Relief
Part Three


	As he returned to his study from the showers, both bushed and elated by
what had transpired, his mind kept re-playing the workout, especially where
Danny had turned out the light and they had lain so long in a clinch.
Nothing quite this intense had happened to Dave before. It felt
uncomfortably queer, but then why had he been so sorry when Danny got up off
him?  And what was that uncontrollable arousal all about?  He'd thrown
boners when wrestling in school, but of course that was just from all the
intense rubbing. He absolutely knew he liked women. He'd finally made it
with one of the cheer leaders his last year of high school, and each time
she'd told him how great he was. She'd written to him a few times after he
graduated. And Danny: he was going with a Kappa who had one of the greatest
figures -- and personalities - on a huge campus filled with nubile and
passionate females.

	Shit, he decided, this is no big deal. He'd fooled around some with other
guys, and they had all been manly cool. That was a normal part of male
self-discovery. When he arrived at  his room (as yet he had no roommate) he
sprawled on the sofa, removed his towel, and got himself off while picturing
every sexual encounter he'd ever had, male and female, beginning with eighth
grade. `Damn, that Danny was one strong dude.' And then to bed, wondering if
his opponent had had to beat off too.

	The following Friday he returned from football turnout to find a note that
had been shoved under the door: "Wrestling tutorial tonight - - if you're
man enough." It was signed, "The Man." Dave smiled and idly rubbed the fly
of his jeans. Turnout had been long and rough, but suddenly he didn't feel
tired. He also didn't feel like doing any homework, but a serious athlete
tends toward self-discipline, and after dinner he worked on biology and
anatomy for two solid hours.

	He had already told Danny he'd be up, and when he walked in he saw that his
new workout partner had spread a 5 x 10 mat on the carpet. "I thought I
should borrow this from the basement," he said. "It'll cut down on rug
burns." The fraternity's alums had furnished the house with a workout room
in the basement, weights, a stairmaster, pool table and a set of wrestling
mats which could be joined together with velcro.

	"Good idea," said Dave. "Now I won't have to go so easy on you." He locked
the door and peeled to his briefs. "Tonight, coach, I show no mercy. And the
rules are like before --  there are no rules. OK?"

	Danny smiled. "How about tonight, then, we wrestle like real men?"

	"Meaning?"

	"Bare ass naked." Danny hooked his shorts with his thumbs.

	Dave hesitated. He was sure he wouldn't be able to keep his dick in check
once they got going, and he didn't know how to handle that. But hell,
remembering last week, he wouldn't be the only one with a problem, would he?

	"I don't know. Have you ever wrestled naked before?"

	"Many times," Danny replied. "I guess we were a pretty randy crowd at my
boarding school. After lights out, or sometimes on weekends, we'd spread our
mattresses on the floor of the dorm and challenge the other dorm to fight
us. It was always in the buff. Any kid who refused to wrestled naked got
stripped."

	Off came Dave's jockeys,  and he stepped onto the well-worn vinyl for a
face-off. He was so preoccupied trying to check out Danny's package -- no
more impressive than his, thank God -- that he didn't see the lift coming.
Suddenly he was yanked off his feet and onto his buddy's broad shoulders.
"Easy, easy!" he warned.

	"I'm no beginner, asshole," replied Danny. He spun around a couple of
times, then went down on one knee and deposited Dave squarely on his back.
Instead of going for a nelson, Danny pivoted with his butt above Dave's head
and dove on top. He thrust his arms into Dave's armpits and locked his hands
in the small of  Dave's back.  He spread his legs so that he couldn't be
rolled over, then sank his chin into his victim's exposed abs. Dave kicked
and squirmed from beneath in an attempt to escape. He pushed up against the
top man's thighs, which only made Danny squeeze harder and spread his legs
further apart.

	Desperately Dave grasped and sank his fingers into  the cheeks of his
opponent's hairless ass. When Danny shot one hand down to protect himself,
Dave rolled him over and assumed the dominant position. Once the reversal
was secured, he was free to stare at his partner's now-mammoth cock,  which
swung back and forth as Danny struggled to
get off his back. `Danny, you got a fine pecker. Wonder what that would
taste like,' he thought, then realized that his own tool was thrusting
itself against the top of Danny's head.

	Each wrestler managed a reversal several times, with periods of grunting
and sweating and swearing in between. As they both tired, the struggle
subsided into a stalemate.

	"You ready for a break?" asked Danny.  They broke, and after beers were
produced from his mini-fridge the warriors collapsed together onto the old
sofa.

	"Who's your little buddy?" said Danny, as he gave a slap to Dave's
still-engorged dick.

	"Don't you wish you had one that round and firm?" Dave reached over and
measured Danny's by extending his fingers. "Yours seems a little crooked."

	"I've never had any complaints, shithead. That bullet has shot holes in
some of the tightest targets on campus."

	Meaning Carla the Kappa, I suppose?" He splashed a little beer on his
partner.

	"Including but not limited to."

	"Big stud! Let's see it shoot." Dave then amazed himself by his own frisky
boldness.  First he set his beer down. Then he shoved his host's chin back
against the sofa with one hand while grabbing his dick with the other.

	"Not so hard, perv." Danny retaliated, and immediately they were rolling
around the sofa trying to make each other come. Dick-grab escalated into
grab-ass, then
back to a competitive jerkfest.

	Somebody knocked on the door, and the contestants paused.

	"Yo, who's that?" said Danny.

	"It's Mike and Ty (they shared the study room next door to the president's
room).
All that racket you guys are making in there sounds like too much fun. We
decided to challenge you to a two-on-two. You interested?"

	"Nah, not tonight. We're completely beat already. Maybe Monday or Tuesday.
We'll let you know."

	"Big varsity pussy. Afraid of two lowly sophomores?"

	"Go to hell. We'll take you on next week and beat the crap out of both you
wusses."

	"That's a promise we'll make you keep. Well, so goodnight and have a good
one. We'll catch you later."

	"G'night." The neighbors left. Danny looked at his buddy and smiled. "You
think you could handle one of those guys?"

	"I can sure handle you, so they won't be any problem." Like Dave, Mike and
Ty were football jocks, though both had yet to make first string. Mike was
taller than either
Dave or Danny, well built and one of the house clowns. Ty was black, as
ripped as Dave, and was also the house's mainstay for intramural basketball.

	"Damn, you really got me cranked up," said Danny. "If I don't get off I
won't sleep tonight."

	"Turn off the light like you did last time."

	Danny did so, and the room was thrown into complete darkness. When he felt
his way back to the sofa he brushed against Dave, who reached up and pulled
him down
beside him. There was no more conversation. A jar of lube was produced from
behind the sofa. They started playing with  their own dicks, then when Dave
reached over and lightly tickled the bottom of his buddy's balls there was a
deep sigh and they began trading hand jobs. Danny pressed the side of his
head into Dave's shoulder, and Dave was worried -- hoped? -- that he was going
to try kissing him. Before  anything like that could develop, however, they
were panting and thrusting  their legs against and on top of one another's.
The moans increased, and then Dave felt hot semen splatter onto  his flexing
belly. That set him off and he came -- bountifully.
	After their cocks had started to subside, Danny put his arm around Dave's
shoulder. "Thanks, bud."

	"Whew" was the exhausted reply.

	They wiped off the sweat and the stickiness with towels, then retrieved
their clothes and dressed in the dark. Before Dave headed for the door they
embraced briefly.
Showers? No, not tonight.

	"Thanks again," said Danny.

	"Who won tonight?"

	"Gosh, I don't think there was a clear winner. How are we going to resolve
that?"

	"Gee, man, I guess after we take care of Ty and Mikey we'll have to
schedule a tie-breaker." He unbolted the door. "G'night, loser."

	"Get out of here, scum."

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