From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Problem for a Match
Date: Fri, 04 Sep 1998 01:32:19 GMT

He wasn't very athletic. His Dad kept buggin him to play baseball, football,
tennis, swim or anything. But he just didn't want to. It wasn't that he didn't
like sports. He did.
He loved playing sandlot baseball, or football in the park on Sundays. And
eventhough his skill at tennis wasn't very good, he loved strippin off his
shirt and sweating as he ran back and forth on the asphalt court with his
friends.
As for swimming, well as the commercial says, during the summer, he turned in
to a fish...gliding underwater, diving, playing tag with his buddies or just
horsing around. He wasn't any Greg Louganis, but he pulled on his speedos and
pretended.
As he grew, the speedos became a problem. It seemed that his manhood was
always hard..and while he loved wearing his little speedos, they revealed his
"problem". So, they were put in a drawer and loose fitting shorts soon
replaced them. The only problem was that instead of clearly seeing his
erection stretch across his body, he had a tent on his crotch. So, he'd change
clothes and run out the lockerroom door and jump  into the pool. Lifeguards
blew their whistles to stop him from running..but he needed the relief the
cool water gave him.
"What about wrestling?" His Dad asked one night. Another speech about sports
again. He sighed and listened to all the reasons why he should wiggle around
hte floor with other guys.
His cock hardened and his dreams began to be filled with that image. Wet
dreams and active masturbation soon followed and his brothers saw it all.
Ken, one of his friends listened as any good friend should. Then Ken did what
most friends do, reached out and grabbed him..for a wrestling match all over
the bed and floor.
He came in his shorts......it was embarassing. And Ken saw it.
"Hey don't worry, we all get going and can't stop." Ken said he had shot his
load playing football the past Sunday when someone grabbed his butt.
He blushed. His hand had felt Ken's butt that Sunday..and squeezed it. At
first it was in fun, but he liked doing it. He only hoped that Ken didn't
know.
"I'll join up with you" Ken offered.
So they were in the locker room wearing sweats and shorts, waiting to talk to
the wrestling coach.
He just told them to join the group sitting around the mats.
And by evening, he was sold. His cock did harden but as soon as the match
started, it subsided and all he could think about was trying to pin the other
guy. And he liked the feeling of another guy grabbing him, wrapping their arms
around him, even between his legs to lift him, and then laying on top of him.
"What did you think?" Ken asked him as they stripped to shower. He was naked
and under the water without even worrying about his cock getting  hard in
public for the first time.
"Cool. I think that Dad will be thrilled..and thus far...no problem" he looked
at Ken and smiled. Ken knew what he meant.
He realized he was naked, watching Ken naked and in the middle of all the men
who he usually fantasized about..and they were naked too.
He jacked off three times that evening before sleeping and dreaming about
being naked wrestling Ken and the other boys.
"Finally!" his Dad said at breakfast.
Day after day, he attacked and was attacked while the coach yelled at the
team. He learned the holds, how to leverage his weight and most of all, that
he loved it when the other guy stretched an arm between his legs and lifted
him like a sack of feed......it almost made up for the impact of hitting the
floor. Or perhaps what made up for the pain was the feeling of the other guy
laying on top of him.
Then, there was the odor of the sweaty opponent. He breathed in deeply and
that made his entire body shiver.
"We got a problem" the coach said to him one afternoon.
"You seem to like wrestling...you hustle and everything. But you also seem to
like being pinned down. In wrestling that's LOSING. I dont' want a losing
team"
He blushed as usual as the coach seemed to know all about him.
"What is it? Don't you want to pin your strength against the other boys? Don't
you want to straddle them holding them down? Dont' you want to win?"
"I'll try coach" he said. He was inspired by the idea of straddling the other
boys..he had never thought of that.
"Better today" the coach said after watching him actually pin down an
opponent. He tried to be more agressive..to push, pull and even lift as he had
been so often. He gripped the hips of another boy with his knees and pushed
the arms back until he was staring down into the face of a defeated opponent.
"You were a tiger today" Ken said to him slapping his bare butt in the shower.
"Yeah, but it's more fun the other way" he said and Ken's smile acknowledged
the meaning.
"Well, if you miss it, let's go out on the mats right now"
Grabbing their shorts they ran out into the darkened gym. No rules, no
whistles, no coaches.
He and Ken grabbed, pushed, pulled, pinned, lifted and kept on wrestling. They
didn't notice that many of the others had come back into the gym to watch.
"Loser's ass belongs to the winner" someone said. 
He looked around to see several teammates standing there, many shirtless, one
or two wearing only their jockstraps, a couple in only towels and some just in
shorts and tee shirts.
Ken grabbed him and yelled "fine with me". He saw the look in Ken's eyes "me
too" he yelled.
And they fought until there was no strength left....their bodies were sweaty
and smelly. Their shorts were ripped and their bodies red with the handprints
of each of them.
"pin him" was the chant the others said.
He lay face down on the mat. Ken had lifted him high using an arm over his
crotch to do so. And he was thrown to the mat.
He was exhausted. Ken's arms held his shoulders....and he felt kens body lay
on top of him.
"Is this what you want?" Ken said into his ear "I'll show you what I want"
"fuck him fuck him" the chant replaced "pin him" from the group.
"go ahead fuck me" he panted and Ken obliged..fulfilling his own long wished
for fantasy.
It hurt but he took it..and then loved it as Ken was driving into him. He
looked around to see more then a few of the onlookers jacking their hard cocks
and moving closer.
His face felt the splatter of cum being shot all over him and Ken.
And then Ken was really ramming into him...harder and harder. He knew that Ken
was coming.
Suddenly he was pulled up on his knees and Ken reached around to grab his own
cock.
"Go go go" the chant was quiet, urgent from their teammates.
Ken was fucking him again and faster and harder this time. Ken's hand had a
hold of his cock and was jerking it..erratically.
His body was on fire....like two horny dogs, they were bucking and yelping as
Ken shot another load into his bowels.
And he gasped, and cursed as Ken's milking made his own body explode all over
the mat below him.
They fell to the mat...catching their breath and laughing.
"Got what you wanted buddy?" Ken asked
He responded "Did you?"
The group around them knew it was over..and started to drift away. Some
applauded and laughed too.
In the shower again, they both got slaps on the butt for putting on a good
show.
"Who's next?" Ken asked and he added "Yeah, who's next?" the group laughed
knowing they all wanted to be next for either one of the boys...and some would
indeed have that opportunity.
"I think I'll keep going" he told his Dad at dinner table. His Dad smiled, his
mother was happy the two of them were finally not arguing and he felt his cock
harden thinking about the matches ahead.
"You'll look good in those tights" his mother said. "Yep, we got a sexy, young
stud for a son" his Dad said.
He hadn't thought about the tights. The idea of wearing those things in front
of the entire school was like wearing speedos again. His cock would give him
away.
Of course his team knew..but the other teams didn't. He'd have to solve that
problem someway too.
And his cock spilled out a bit of precum thinking of the ways he'd have to
solve that problem.
Ken called and invited him to a sleepover. He ran out the door....deciding to
discuss it with Ken. He knew Ken had a solution...and he liked Ken's
solutions.