Date: Sat, 18 Sep 2010 18:07:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dave Ledge <mikedave01@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Surprise Ending

What the fuck was I thinking?  Here I am, nearly forty years old, wearing
nothing much more than underwear--oh, and a mask--climbing into an oiled
wrestling pit, getting ready to do battle with some other masked dude in
front of a bunch of screaming guys at a gay club!  I am certainly old
enough to know better!  I mean how many beers had I had?  I turned around
and looked at my ex who gave me a beatific smile and blew me a kiss.  I
suddenly remembered just why he was my ex.  Asshole.  He set me up!  He had
commented on my recently toned up body, flattered me, and somehow got me to
get ready to make a fool of myself in front of all these guys.  Shithead!
However, now I wasn't sure if I was talking about him or myself.  Sigh.  I
just shook my head at myself and decided there was no backing out, finished
climbing into the pit and immediately fell on my ass!

Raucous laughter burst out as I struggled back to my feet.  I was glad it
was pretty dark in the club so no one could see my red face.  I was so
going to get my ex back for this!  I had forgotten his true nature after
some beer.  Of course the fact that he's early 20?s with a surfer boi build
and a sweet smile doesn't hurt his cred either.  Well, if this was his
revenge for me dumping his two-timing ass (yeah, had found him in bed with
another surfer dude), he'd better run before I got mine!

Shit.  I probably would have to wrestle someone like him, too.  I figured I
was going to be set up as the "Dad" in this match.  I mean, not only am I
nearly 40, but I'm 6 feet tall, with a dark red hairy chest and solidly
muscular body.  I do look the "heel", especially in black trunks and black
mask.  At least the black hid my cock, which was "plump", due to being
nearly naked and yelled at by all of the gay guy crowd.  Plus, of course,
my ex had added to that problem by fondling me some while he was setting me
up. What had I ever seen in him, that asshole?  Besides the obvious, I
mean? (Grin?)

OK.  Lesson learned.

I focused on staying on my feet on the loose and oily surface as I
approached the center of the pit for introductions by the hunky ref whose
too-tight, striped wife beater and skimpy black shorts didn't fail to make
an impression down below either.

He gave me back a lusty look of appreciation that added yet another inch to
my hardening cock.  Oh shit!  I don't care if it is pretty dark and I'm
wearing black.  The tent in my trunks was still obvious enough for a new
round of catcalls and whistles to emerge from the crowd.  I won't bother to
record them here, but "hit him with your hard on" was one of the mildest.

In my focus on the ref I hadn't even looked at my opponent yet.  Finally I
did and was shocked!  Well, I had expected white trunks and mask and he had
them.  I mean the whole yin/yang kind of thing.  However, I had expected a
sweet young skater boi body, hairless, virginal, 5'8 or so, sort of skinny,
with lean muscles.  I expected a jobber boy to compliment my hairy Dad heel
role.

Nope!  Well, if I was Dad, I'd be wrestling Grampa!  But what a stud of a
Grampa!  He was my height and had a strongly muscled body, too.  Also
hairy.  But his chest and body hair was white.  His white trunks showed off
his big, thick, cock, too!  Wow, that was a weapon to match my own!  I had
never thought about doing any thing with an older guy before (David, my ex,
was pretty much typical for me), but suddenly realized I might have been
missing something!  LOL

The crowd must have seen me stiffen with surprise and hooted at me again.

The ref brought us together in the center of the pit, took out his mic, and
announced, "Gentlemen!  Our first match of the night brings together two
mature stud muscle bears who will rassle for your pleasure!  For those of
you with ÔDaddy' fantasies, they are now fulfilled!  Please try to keep
from cumming, at least immediately!" Raucous laughter again erupted.

The ref continued.  "Our first Dad, El Lobo, is 186 pounds, 6 feet in
height, and 37 years of age.  He has never wrestled for us before.  Welcome
El Lobo!" The crowd cheered for me for real this time and I acknowledged
that.  "Our other, older Dad, is 195 pounds, also 6 feet of height and 57
years of age.  He has wrestled twice for us before.  Please welcome The
Phantom!" The white masked man raised his arm in response to the cheers.
"They will wrestle to either a pin, a submission, or a request to retire
from the match.  There is a ten minute limit on the match if none occurs so
that we can continue with tonight's card."

All right.  At least I knew a bit more.  I'd just have to last for ten
minutes.  The referee stepped back and I closed in with the Phantom.

We locked up in the center of the pit and struggled to keep our feet.  For
an old guy he was pretty strong!  I could tell he had experience in the
pit, too, as he tried to get me to trip and fall.  We must have struggled
for close to a minute and then he raised his arms and mine and suddenly we
were chest to chest, face to face, and crotch to crotch!  I don't care if
he's an old man, he was seriously turning me on as we rubbed our nearly
naked bodies together!  My cock, which had gone down, started to come back
to life!  His did, too.  Damn, we must have matched cocks!

The Phantom took advantage of my loss of focus and tripped me and fell onto
the oiled mats on top of me.  He stretched out his legs to grab mine, going
for some kind of grapevine and a pin.  Forget that!  I was not going to
lose to an old man, no matter how much of a stud.  I pushed him off,
quickly, using my whole body, and rolled over on top of him to try the same
hold on him.  We both rolled in the oil, with neither one being able to
hold the other down for a pin.

Although neither one of us had been oiled up before the match we were both,
now, covered in oil.  If you've never wrestled in oil before, let me tell
you, it is completely different from normal wrestling.  I couldn't get any
kind of hold on the Phantom.  He slipped out of everything I tried and
started laughing at me.  I was getting more and more frustrated.  Now, I
really wanted to win and beat this guy.  I don't care if he is old enough
to be my father, he's really irritating me now.

Then he started to taunt me a bit and started to play really dirty.  He
grabbed my cock whenever he could and slapped my ass.  He pinched my
nipples.  He rubbed his nearly naked body against mine in the most
outrageously sensual ways possible.  His white trunks were now translucent
due to the oil, showing off his semi-hard cock and beefy ass.  I knew the
match was being shown on big screens around the club and could hear cheers
when he manhandled me.

Well, hell!  If he could put on a performance, so could I!  The next time
we locked up on our knees I got him in a bear hug and thrust my crotch
against his!  I could at least cockfight him all oily.  He moaned and
thrust right back.

We slipped and fell to the mats again but I managed to keep my hold on him
and kept thrusting my crotch against his, humping him like some kind of
wild animal!  The crowd went beserk!  Well, they were getting their money's
worth from these muscle bear Dads!  I slammed my hairy body against his,
slapped his ass, pulled on his trunks and mask, and forced our bodies to
frot each other's as obscenely as possible!

I don't know how long we kept going at each other, but it was obvious we
were both having a great time now!  Our cocks both went to full erection.
We slowed down the pace and almost started to make love right there in the
middle of the pit!  I don't care how old this guy is.  I hadn't been this
turned on in quite a while!  I was so going to have to meet this guy after
the match and take him home for another kind of workout!  LOL.

I don't know what would have happened, maybe an emission if not a
submission (grin), but the referee intervened and called time on the match!
Damn!  I was not ready to stop!  Please don?t make me, ref!  I could tell
the old dude felt the same way.

The ref. finally had to put his hunky body between us to keep us from going
back at each other.  The crowd yelled and cheered again.  They were
obviously loving the fact that these two muscle bear Dads were so into each
other.

"And now it's time for another match", the ref said.  He grabbed the
Phantom's trunks, reached inside, undid the drawstring and pulled his
trunks down, releasing his huge and hard cock!  Damn, that was a beautiful
cock!  I'd do whatever it took to get this dude in my bed!  He then reached
over and started to undo my trunks!  Well, why not, I thought.  I've got
nothing to be ashamed of and if the old dude can do it, so can I.

I didn't interfere and let the ref grope me, groping my cock and my ass as
he undid my black trunks and let them fall to the mat.  I could now hear
the crowd yelling, "twin cocks, twin cocks!" Well, damn it, if they weren't
right!

The ref pulled us together by our matching cocks and forced our oiled,
slick, hairy bear bodies together so that we could continue where we left
off.  We grabbed each other in another bear hug and went right back to our
frot.  Damn, that man knew what he was doing and knew just how to work me
over!  Every bit of our fronts rubbed sensuously together as our matched
bodies and cocks fought for sexual control of the other.

Suddenly I didn't care if I won or lost.  I just wanted to cum all over
this hot man and then take him home for round 2!  However, before I could
lose control all on my own, I suddenly felt another naked body against
mine!  Without even noticing it, the ref had shed his few clothes and was
now naked, too, rubbing his body against the Phantom's and mine!

Damn, even hotter!  He then reached around and stuck his big index fingers
in both our butts and found our prostates!  That did it!  As he rubbed our
buttons we both yelled out loud and came all over each other.  I guess many
in the crowd did, too, by the screams I barely heard as the Phantom, the
ref, and I collapsed on each other.

We finally came back to ourselves and, panting, managed to separate to have
a look at each other.  The ref then announced, "I declare this match to be
a tie!  And I have one final surprise for all of you.  Gentlemen, remove
your masks!"

Well, in for a penny, in for a pound.  I didn't care if people there knew
who I was.  And I was dying to see what the face of this hot man looked
like, although I didn't care.  He was coming home with me, no matter what
he looked like!  LOL again.

We slowly untied our masks to reveal ourselves and be completely naked in
front of the still yelling crowd.

We managed to finish removing our masks at the same time.  We pulled them
off and stood in front of each other and simultaneously said, "O MY GOD."
"Danny?" "Dad?"

--To be continued...