Date: Sun, 02 Oct 2005 00:36:29 +0000
From: "hippocrene2003 @hotmail.com" <hippocrene2003@hotmail.com>
Subject: Wrestling for Relief, Part 7

Wrestling for Relief
Part Seven

	Dave had received a real education from his two encounters with Ty, who,
though he was a year younger,  was obviously the more sexually experienced
of the two. Dave had been introduced to boy erotics during his school years,
chiefly through his activity in sports, but he had never kissed a guy or
been given head. Ty was not only a jock but a  handsome one. Ty was also
extremely  buff, and male muscularity turned Dave on as much as a woman's
seductive curves.   His being black had if anything increased the
attraction. A few of Dave's teammates back in high school had been black,
and he had appreciated the fact that they were  less hung up about  sex
stuff  than most of his white friends.  Until the end of football season Ty
and Dave shared a locker and invariably showered together. The other black
guys on the team had become more friendly toward  him because he was a
friend of Ty's.

	Ty did not, however, become Dave's  regular wrestling  partner, not until
later when Danny had graduated and gone off to  California for grad school.
Dave and Danny had developed a solid buddy bond, and their special matches
had become the highlight of fraternity life. Danny had returned from the
presidents' workshop on a Sunday, and by the following Tuesday they were
right  back to the pleasures of grunt and groan.

	 On his way upstairs after classes Danny stuck his head in Dave's door. "I
brought you something from Wichita, Stud. Drop by later, OK?"

	"You're on, bro. Feel up to a little exercise this evening?"

	"What do you think?  Speaking of exercise, our first invitational trip is a
week from Friday  at Urbana. There will only be three of us in my van. You
want to tag along?"

	"Absolutely.  With football winding down, I'm almost sorry I'm not a part
of your crew of thugs  this winter. What's my share of the motel going to
cost?"

	"Don't sweat it. You can pay me back by standing and screaming when I
pin those suckers. Maybe massage my aching back afterward."

	This got a grin from Dave, and after his buddy disappeared he pictured
himself rubbing and then pounding on that meaty hulk.  He should have asked
who else would be in the van. Later. Damn, he'd gotten a hard on and it
would be hours before
he could chuck his homework and trot upstairs. He closed his study door and
relieved some of the pressure in the tried and true manner which he had
discovered at the age of twelve while doing chin-ups in his basement.

	Nine o'clock finally came. Having sent a painfully prepared assignment off
to the printer, he eased into a clean pair of snug  briefs and threw on
jeans and a sweat shirt. Then he dropped to the floor and did a rapid forty
pushups, just so he would look properly  ripped when he removed his shirt in
  Danny's room.

	Danny's door was closed when he got there. He knocked and got no answer.
Again. "Yo, Dan, you in there?" He opened the door and walked into a dark
room. "Danny?" The door slammed shut behind him, and two burly arms lifted
him in the air, twirled and dropped him onto a thick old quilt which was
spread out on  the carpet.

	"Sucker." Danny's hot breath was on the back of  his neck, and he  jerked
Dave's arms back into a double hammer lock. Dave managed to free one arm,
and jabbed back at his attacker's groin. His fingers collided with bare
skin. Christ! he thought to himself, he's already bare-ass naked!  This was
going to be a night for the books.

	"Let me up, asshole. At least let me get out of these Levis. They're  the
only ones I've got."

	They disengaged, and, while Dave stripped down, his host bolted the door
and turned on a single desk light. In the faint glow they faced  one
another, flexing muscle, smirking defiance, then  reaching out to explore
the other's  pecs and abs.

	"Looking good, Herc baby. Ready to start even this time?"

	"Let's start from down. Some guys out there are still trying to study and
won't appreciate the noise of bodies smashing through  the floor."

	Danny knelt and let Dave have top  position. Dave grasped  Danny's elbow
with his left hand, and as he encircled his waist with the other arm his
fuck finger made little circles around Danny's navel.

"That tickles, fucker."

Dave quietly signaled, "Wrestle," and the contest began.

	With the season opener less than two weeks away, Danny was pumped and
primed for some serious grappling. He lost no time in reversing, trapping
his rival's right elbow and rolling him onto his back. He threw his right
arm around Dave's neck and trapped his right arm with both legs. This was a
submission hold, not freestyle, but the two brawlers had dispensed with the
rules long before tonight. Dave managed to lock his hands together  and
break the hold, but Danny just dove behind,  threw on a mean body scissors
with his powerful thighs and  jerked his buddy's  head back with both hands
to the chin.  It was just short of a choke, abetted by burying his own chin
in the back of Dave's neck. Dave countered with  head butts and threw elbow
jabs into exposed  ribs, as Danny tightened his grip and dug deeper  with
his chin.

	Once Danny's arm was forced to move down to block  these vicious elbow
smashes, Dave spun and turned into him.  Now Danny was on the bottom, with
his head trapped in Dave's armpit. Dave clawed at his abs, and when Danny
blocked that he switched to his partner's  swollen cock and  started to bend
  it sideways.

	"Give!"  He squeezed and bent it further.

	"Auggh! OK, OK," muttered Danny. "Give. Time for a break. Damn, you cut my
lip with those head butts, you son of a bitch. I'm gonna get you for that."

	He rose and fetched a towel so they could wipe away the profuse sweat
from their naked bodies. With chests heaving  they lay back on the quilt.
Dave turned onto his stomach and rested his chin on an elbow.

	"Have you ever kissed another guy?"

	Danny raised up on his elbows and looked at his pal. "Have I what?"

	"You  know what I said. Kissed. Have you ever kissed a guy?"

	Danny chuckled. "Why, are you trying to put the make on me, lover?  I can
be had for twenty bucks, but it has to be paid in advance."

	"Don't worry, Virgin Mary. I wouldn't soil my mouth on your ugly face.
I asked you a question. Are you going to give me an honest answer?"

	"Well, suppose I have? Does that make me a perv? You know that I went to an
all-boys' school for six long years. Stupid things happen in a boarding
school when old Mr. Pooberty  hits and women are nowhere to be had.  So....
have you?"

	"Yeah, actually I have. Recently. First time, except for family. It felt
pretty good, too. Not quite the same as a babe, but it felt good. I'm glad
I'm not the only one of us who has."

	"So, slut, I hope you kept it `in the family,' so to speak."

	"You think I'd sneak off to some truck stop or arcade to experiment with
strangers?  While you were off  being presidential our good brother Ty and I
messed around a couple of times. I think he may be bi or something. He's got
hot lips."

	"Wow. You and Ty. A dumb football player like yourself, who's into guys. I
wonder why he's never come on to me. I'm way sexier than you are.  Tell me
how you two got it on. What started it?"

	Dave described the friendly scuffle in his study room and the subsequent
bus ride back from Middleton. Once or twice Danny interrupted  to ask a
question, but otherwise he was silent and attentive.

	"Buddy, kissing a teammate was  pretty damn gay, you know that?" said Danny
when it was finished.

	"Yeah? How different was it from what you did in prep school?  I suppose
you hated it whenever  it happened?"

	Danny was silent for awhile. His balls itched, and he reached down to
scratch them. Their eyes met and held, not a defiant stare but inquisitive.

	"Are we here to wrestle or to compare sexual exploits?" asked Danny. There
was a hint of irritation in his voice.

            Without waiting for an answer he lunged at Dave and forced him
onto his back, stiff-arming his chin. As he came down, however, Dave shoved
a foot straight between his legs and kicked him off  to the side. They went
into a clinch as they rolled around, attacking one another's face and even
grabbing for hair. The grappling was getting rougher. As Danny secured a
figure-four arm bar, he shoved his forearm against Dave's throat. Dave
grimaced with pain, and with his free arm tried unsuccessfully to squeeze
his rival's scrotum. Danny grabbed that arm and switched to a completely
illegal arm bar, throwing his legs across his opponent's torso and thrusting
his groin  upward against the trapped arm. It  occurred to Dave that his
best buddy might be pissed off  because he had screwed around with Ty. Was
jealousy turning this into some kind of a lover's quarrel? Naw.

	When they first began these private matches, the basic rules of freestyle
were the norm. As long as it was, Danny the varsity wrestler  invariably
won. Once they began ignoring the rules, however, and edging toward
submission fighting,  Dave was often able to hold his own. He was almost as
strong as Danny, and had grown up in a neighborhood where rowdy
anything-goes was the prevailing style.

	Dave's free hand grabbed one of  Danny's feet and began twisting the toes.
It hurt. He swung himself up into a sitting position, then managed to stand,
his left arm still trapped in the arm bar. Danny's feet were now straight up
in the air. When Dave's fist
slammed into his midsection, he collapsed, clutching his abdomen with both
arms.

	Dave pounced and rolled him onto his stomach with a full nelson. The
adrenaline was flowing, and he forced Danny's chin down against his chest.
Lying squarely atop his struggling opponent, Dave jammed his stiff cock
against the rock-hard cheeks of  Danny's ass. What followed was a primal
test of strength and endurance. Slowly the repeated flexing of Danny's
mighty arms parted Dave's fingers and then his hands, and the nelson was
broken. Danny rose to a kneeling position, captured one of Dave's wrists and
threw him off his back.

	Again he lunged on top, this time trapping both of Dave's arms above his
head and hooking his feet around Dave's calves in a leg split. The outward
stretch began and intense pain registered on Dave's face. Begrudgingly he
uttered his submission.

	"I give."

	Danny relaxed the leg split, but instead of releasing his foe he stayed on
top of him. He raised his hands and ran his fingers through Dave's
sweat-soaked hair. Surprised, Dave looked up at him and then started to
stroke  Danny's blond waves.
	"You fucking pansy," muttered Danny, "letting a guy kiss you on a bus! You
queer-assed son of a bitch!"

               He mashed his lips against Dave's and then sucked on the top
lip.
Their mouths opened and the tips of their tongues sparred. Their bodies
joined the tangle, writhing and humping. Their legs intertwined, separated,
locked.

	Danny rolled to the side and pulled  his partner on top. They nuzzled for a
long time.
Dave's heart was racing, but his entire body was enveloped in pleasure.
Danny opened his legs and hooked his feet inside Dave's bulging calves,
massaging them with his heels.  He reached down and grasped  Dave's ass
cheeks so as to mash their crotches together.   Tongues probed ears. Mouths
sucked on necks. The moans were deep-throated and happy.

	The foreplay became more intense, more urgent. Feet intertwined and toes
rubbed together.  Danny's legs encircled Dave's hips and locked together. He
reached down and guided  Dave's pulsing prick up against his sphincter.

	Dave's head swam.  He had been at this point with a few girls, but never
with another man. His dick was urging him to be boss, to trust, to advance.
How could he be so lucky as to be doing it with this terrific guy, this
magnificent jock?  Shouldn't they stop and get protection?

	"Danny," he whispered, "you want this as much as I want it, right?"

	"Gotta do it, man. Want it, need it."

	Danny reached for the trusty hiding place behind his sofa and produced a
condom. Dave slipped it on as quickly as he could in order not to interrupt
the mood.
What happened then could not be described as the loss of Dave's virginity,
but the
blissful achievement of sexual inclusiveness. The wrestlers made the most of
it,
grunting and thrusting, swallowing tongues, fondling every part of two
anatomies at the peak of their development. Orgasms were intense and
prolonged, but as quiet as possible out of respect for those in the house
who might be concentrating on academics.

	They made it to the sofa and continued to explore one another's glistening
physique.
Two more climaxes, principally by hand. At some time sleep came. It was
around four a.m. when Dave emerged from Danny's room clothed only in shorts,
and quietly made it down to his. He would probably skip his morning class.
Man, he said to himself, I am a stud, I am. And Danny is the studliest,
grooviest guy in the world.