Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2001 05:02:55 -0400
From: wakker00@netscape.net
Subject: WrestleTeenMania

Wrestle Mania

*A True Story"

by <|>A*TeenGuy<|>

**Legal Dislcaimer: You should not be viewing this story if you are less
than 18 (emphasis on SHOULD).  All people in this story are age 18: so
THERE!**

**Names, places, etc. have been change to protect the innocent...OR maybe
the NOT so innocent!**


I couldn't believe that I had to work and the cramped, stinky movie store
on an opportune night like tonight.  The store was swamped with children
pulling on coattails and mothers verbally abusing kids.  It was an average
9:30 night at Rusty's Video.  Shit, I couldn't wait till the phreakishly
large crowd left and I could close my till.  I couldn't wait for the party
tonight; hopefully find some horny girl and make-out or maybe more.  I was
mistaken when I got there.  Girls where sippin' Mike's Hard and lemons
floated by their eyes.  Men drink beer.  The hard, old beer that bites at
the innards with a European snarl! Aye, there's the rub--good ol' beer.

But this isn't about beer, its about SEX.  Wanda was wrestling `round with
all the other guys jest bein' the whore she is.  I, on the other hand,
nursing a bottle of vodka and Mt. Dew.  Soon M. Jay was passed around, she
in her snappy metallic dress and smoking red hair.  Yea, she was hot to
trot...ready to blow!  We all got good and dissed (I'm a white guy usin'
that term, forgive me) on some Spanish shit one of my buds brought back
from Europe.  He had long straight hair, smooth body with just a small
happy trail, and a pretty big package.  I again felt that weird feeling of
staring at another guy, I mean its been only inconsistent glances- I can't
be gay.  Or maybe...?

Beers and bongo hits latter I ended up wrestling the hottest guy in school,
Rich.  He was totally shitty, a star quarterback for a losing team, and
need to get some drunken fury out.  I gladly volunteered.  He started low
on his knees, wanting to attack my ankles.  I snapped down his head with by
forearms, spun around behind him, and grabbed his hips to thrust him down.
As I struggled in his strong grip, I stealthly felt him up as I grappled:
his tight six pack pressed warm against my balm and I heated up with
desire.  I reached around toward his black hair and reached down and
grasped his thick neck.  His smooth, perfect face backlit with glittering
black eyes contorted in anger as he squirmed under my grasp to escape.  He
squirmed as I grinded my hips into him with passion.  He started reaching
up to grab my throat, which made me even more hot, so I ended up hooking on
lag and his head so he was vertical on his shoulders.  I made my most
desperate move there; I shifted my hand from his leg and slowly edged it
toward his cock.  He twisted and my hands moved into his hot balls, and
down his crack.  He grunted and began to move but I slammed him down and
rubbed his dick.  I pinned him twice using this technique, and almost
popped a woody both times.  Finally after insisting on a handshake, I
parted from my throbbing adonis- my wrestling quarterback.  I wonder what
school will be like on Monday?

##Thanks, this was my first attempt at a story, so I hope you enjoy it!  I
would love to hear your reactions to this TRUE story, and maybe see some
pics of you too...I'm a horny guy. E-MAIL ME: wakker00@netscape.net ##