Date: Wed, 14 May 2014 20:02:40 +0200
From: dickydoo2@gmx.com
Subject: Greek Wrestling

Greek Wrestling


       Mad Max stepped onto the mat, and yeah, he did look quite
formidable, scowling as his second moved behind him and removed the
robe. Yes, a good build for a 16 yr. old, his muscles rippling as he flexed
them, his head shaved, a great six pack, and a cut cock dangling down about
5" below his thin ribbon of horizontal pubes, his boyballs in the mesh bag
held up tight under it.

       His eyebrows rose when Rodney, my friend and second, removed my robe
and he saw my package, a bit of an exaggeration on a 14 yr. old.  Our
seconds then removed their robes too, preferring to be naked when they
oiled us up, it can get messy.

       I glanced around at the hungry crowd, smiling to myself, proudly
enjoying this moment as I drifted
 back to that morning when I entered my new high school for the first
time...



       ...man was I ever excited! Having spent my entire lower school years
in a small local school, I was
 really looking forward to attending this regional high school. I had
always loved wrestling but the only way I could do it other than the odd
phys. ed. class in school, was at the local Y about 10 miles away.  A bit
of a pain to travel every Saturday, but worthwhile as the coach said I had
great potential.

       And on top of it all, being a bit of a skinny nerd, I had skipped a
grade so was only 13 in grade 9, but luckily was at least tall for my
age. Nerd and jock doesn't usually mix, but I had been able to pull it off
by wearing contacts when I wrestled and tossed in the odd `fuck` in
conversations for effect, but then would soon prove myself by action
anyways.

       My new home room was a science lab, and it was quite fortuitous to
be assigned a gorgeous desk mate, the ubiquitous Adonis, blond, tanned,
well built, nice smile with his full lips and it looked like he was packin'
in those tight cutoffs.  My own protuberance didn't go unnoticed either
when his glance down lingered a little longer on it, with a slight arching
of his brow.

       He stuck out his fist, "Hi I'm Rodney, pleased to meetcha!"

       I smiled and bumped him, "Hi! I'm Mitch!"

        Then I was quite aback when he suddenly added, "I'm bi, you look
like you may be gay?" and grinned.

        Panic! I almost stammered, having realized I was when I was 12 but
not being open about it. Jeez, was my skirt showing or something, but then
I realized that my thoughts were actually coming true, maybe he can read my
mind, but what the fuck, this may be going somewhere good, and don't be so
shy, so I nervously grinned back, "Yep, I'm gay and... sure pleased to
meetcha now!" Phew...

       "Cool, my gaydar is still working then and glad you are. Most
straights are so boring, just like cunt struck, and don't share other
things like we, I mean gays and bis can. Oh and ya, we have a great LGBT
club!"

       Now this conversation may have sounded weird in high schools back in
the early teens, but in the early twenties now, all that crap had pretty
well been settled. Gay marriage was so common and people didn't care about
something you had no control over like male or female, white or black, tall
or short, gay or straight, just live your life and it's nobody else's
business. Right? Just be happy, K?

       I digress. Naturally, the first day I also tracked down the
wrestling club and joined. They were very happy to have someone with
experience and my gold medal in the Grade 8 regionals sure helped.

       It didn't take long to get into the routine, particularly the
wrestling practices after classes. We seldom wore jocks as the spandex
shorts held us tight, but also were very revealing, like discernible
outlines. Of course, like all guys, their usual curiosity was aroused when
they first saw my outline. Gays wanna know what might be available to them,
and straights what their competition is for the girls, but no probs there.

       But there curiosity was soon satisfied when I showered for the first
time and they kinda grinned their approval. There were no gays on the team
at first, so they were just envious grins, not hungry ones.

       Oh yeah, my dick, right! Well, as you might have assumed already,
I'm well endowed, and was an early bloomer too. You see, it can be a bit of
a deception though, I have what's called a Show-er, not like most, a
Grow-er. That means when it's soft, it dangles short of 7", so you would
expect it to get bigger when it blossoms, but it doesn't really, it just
gets a little thicker but not a lot longer, maybe flips up at 7, which is
of course not too
 shabby either.

       Good thing I'm almost 6' too, it would look kinda freakish on
someone about 5', as size can be a relative factor.

       Perfectly straight up when hard too, almost touching my pubes, but
the knob, when engorged is larger and enough to touch if I flicker it. So I
know when I'm really horny, there's this tapping on my belly button. But I
must admit, it is most impressive when limp, the expectation of what it
might extend is what boggles the mind. LOL

      So you can see why the guy's minds ran more even rampant on upon
first viewing it soft and although often jealous, little do they realized
that problems I had and still have. When I was 11, I found to that little
boy's bathing suits can't contain a large hunk of lumber, it would slip out
the leg hole or when hard (a lot at that age), my whole foreskin stuck out
the waistband.

       Boxers solved it at first, but then my boners started peeking out
the bottom of the pantleg as I got older.  See? I just couldn't win, so I
had to resort to those long annoying cargo style, but I guess most guys
wouldn't mind, eh?

       Because I had the experience and skills I was readily accepted by
them and was soon wrestling one class up, 15 and 16 year olds, just for the
challenge, and for me, their bodies. But I must now take a moment again to
expand upon that.

       You see, I found early on in my early Phys Ed classes when we did
wrestle, I liked the feel of another boy's body against mine, and I'd bone
up by it, and actually at that age, some of the others would too.

       But their sweat and musky scent would really turn me on, especially
when they had me in a headlock and I would inhale those wonderful odours
emanating from their armpit, or when their legs held me in a headlock, the
scent of their sweaty crotch heavenly. Sometimes I would just pretend to
escape in order to spend a few more moments in their glorious pits or
heavenly crotches, and even sometimes when they weren't looking, I`d sniff
their gaunchies or t-shirts in the changeroom.

       This may have initially intensified my desire to wrestle, but that
just became a sideline after a while, but some other things happened, like
in the showers and stuff, that I could eventually tell you about, you know,
sexual awakening and stuff. But whatever, I just really grew to love the
sport.

       Oh ya, the other thing that was quite different about being in a
large school like this, was that in my previous one we pretty well knew
everyone, intmately too, especially when they decided to experiment with
nude playtimes for grades 5 and 6, me and the other 11 and 12 yr. olds.

       Yes, it was somewhat controversial back then too, the teens, but the
parents had become more liberal after 2020, and the board realized kids
went to nudist camps and most had siblings and they were all healthy.  So
they made it optional. Once it was settled to try it, they let us make the
decision in the gym, clothing on one side, nudies on the other.

       They combined our two classes, so there were about 50 of us, lotsa
variety that we soon were to find out. Of course all kids like to be naked,
it's natural, but with so many, and such a variety of backgrounds, a lot
were hesitant, kinda shy, at first that is. About 10 of us stripped and
dropped our clothes by the wall and headed over to our side as the others
paraded to theirs.

       Gordy, Sammy and I played naked all the time and often their sisters
would join us, so as usual, we naturally sprung instant woodies. I mean
after all, they didn't give us any rules against wearing them, so why not?
We liked them and proudly walked around, flicking them down for the girls.

        Then we all took a few moments to check each other out, sliding
skins or rolling dry knobs and the girls would spread their cuntie lips so
we could get a better look and rub their giggle pins.

       We got that out of they way pretty quick as we were more interested
in playing, so our unattended woodies, limped down on us as we started
kicking the balls around and the girls started skipping while the other
side looked on, a little envious of the naked fun we were having.

       The teachers then announced that if anyone else would like to join
us they could get naked too and go over.  Immediately a dozen boys stripped
and joined us as they pulled on their stiffies. I think they were hesitant
at first as they were embarrassed because they were stiffiied, but after
they saw us boinged up and playing with them, they were anxious to join the
boner brigade.

       Two groups of girls slowly stripped and giggled as they came over,
cupping their cuntlings at first. The last few, too embarrassed they were
clothed, quickly joined in. Then another round of show, tell and feel,
everyone enjoying their friends from a new perspective.

       Naturally there was a bit of a lineup for my inspection, both boys
and girls.

        I must humbly admit that I enjoyed the inspection attention, my
schlong at that time when I was 11, flopped around and stood up 4 ½ "
and the girls especially liked slithering my hoody back off my enlarged
knob, and wiggling their fingertip in the dampness as they ran their other
fingertips up and down their own pussy slits.

        But having my hoody slid on and off so much, and having my bag
fondled, I had to crudely stifle several dry cums, which made Gordy and
Sammy chuckle when they recognized it as they pulled on themselves doing a
couple discreet jirky jiggles. We had discovered it recently and were doing
each other all the time.

      Thank god, it wasn`t like 2 months later, because that was the first
time I squirted. I was an early bloomer and that, as you can imagine, that
would have been a disaster, the teachers and kids would have been beside
themselves.  Anyhow after curiosities were more or less satisfied, at least
for the moment, their cuntlings and our wilted cocklings were quickly
forgotten and naked play continued.

       I think my interest in cocks was increased by the wide variety that
day and feeling them was the best, like one black kid's. It was almost as
long as mine, but bent out, cut with a pink scar and light brown konb, but
he was 13 and his rocks had dropped. I enjoyed rolling them in my palm and
tugging on them while he ejnjoyed doing sliders wirth mine. Good thing he
didn't squirt. I was hooked now, a real cockhound, and of course I didn't
mind being the centre of attraction, even though I'm shy.

       We always looked forward to it once a week, it was a very enjoyable
way to learn about the body when we were prepubescent, our little stiffies
getting lotsa practice, up and down, up and down, readying themselves for
the onrush of hormones that would wake them up and charge them with little
wigglies so they could start firing live rounds or loading the girls with
little eggies to receive them.

       So they decided to cancel the experiment as we approached puberty,
not wanting any `accidents` and also due to pressure from some religious
groups, the usual, like `my little Mary got fucked in Phys Ed and is
pregnant`. But we were able to continue `informal `classes after school and
weekends. But that's another story I can tell you about sometime if you let
me know.

       Back to my wrestling. I really went at it and was almost unbeaten
and won some smaller competitions, practising nights and some weekends and
Rod was at the tourneys to cheer me on.

       Being so busy, what with my morning jogs, classes and homework, then
wrestling club, I hadn't developed any social life. Also being geeky shy
also didn't help either. Back home, Gordy and Sammy were now following
their straight urgings, cunt hunts and no longer interested in cocksucking,
well not by me but maybe a couple little 12 yr. old girls wearing lipstick.

        Because I was so busy, I just satisfied my urgings with fantasies
as I played my skin flute.

          I was not real surprised one day when Rod finally caught me
off-guard in class and slid his hand over and lightly pinched my sleeping
cobra, uncomfortably waking it up. I mean I have to tuck my knob under my
balls, so you can imagine the pressure when it tries to straighten its neck
to lift its head up

         Being very shy, I could never have tried to cop a feel, but then,
being constantly horny, I now reciprocated and he wasn't surprised either
when my hand slid over his thigh and found his solid hump. It was very
solid too as I traced my fingertip down the bulge`s curve.

       My mind raced with the possibilities of what the hidden treasure was
like as he likewise walked his fingetips down my solidifying snake.

       He whispered, "Guess we've both been a little shy"

       I nodded, a lump in my suddenly dry mouth as my dick continued to
wake up and I licked my lips, "Yeah... er... that too, but been pretty busy
with wrestling" was an added lame excuse.

       "Feels like your Johnson has something else in mind"

       I giggled, "Yeah, sometimes I have to let him take the lead and
point me in the right direction"

       He chuckled back, "Cool, feels like he's got a real head on his
shoulders``, pinch, pinch. "It's Friday night, wanna sleepover?" pinch,
pinch.

       Gawd, did I need this, "Sure! I'll clear my social calendar, lol, I
could use a different workout so I'll skip practise and tell them I feel
too good to come, I wanna cum with someone else" and we both had a muffled
chuckle.

       I was real excited as we left class, books in front of our crotches,
the usual school cover-up, (you remember?) and we weren't the only ones
covering up our anticipation, especially on a Friday night.

       When we got to his place, I phoned my mom and informed her and she
was quite happy I had found a friend and told me to be safe, knowing I was
gay and worried about Aids. She was a real sweetheart and an understanding
friend.  Someone every teen needs.

       His room was very tastefully decorated, a reflection of his
stereotypical gayness. Colour coordinated, muted, not fussy, but clean
lines. Nice high tech stuff too.

       When I stared at the Queen bed, he chortled, ``Think a workout on
this mat will be better than on a wrestling mat?"

       I replied with a sly look into his twinkling baby blues and hooked
my hand behind his head, "Well, I'll rate it after a workout if I'm not too
worn out" and he opened his full lips, tongue quivering inside and I pulled
us together, my whole body quaking, my hard cock aching, as we started our
warm up.

       We exchanged tongues for a bit, enjoying the taste as we sucked on
them, then he reached down and pulled off my t-shirt and I reciprocated. I
had never seen him shirtless and his tanned skin was like silk, his muscles
firm but not bulky as my hands slid around.

       I didn't like to think of me as skinny or thin, but rather
writhe. Yes, not a big build, but what I had was maxed, sinews of steel as
I liked to think and I think Rob agreed as he murmured while his hands
roamed over me, and pulling us tight.

       He started sliding down, kissing my neck, pausing at my aureoles,
swirling his tongue tip on them, sucking the hard nipples then dropped onto
his knees and licked at my navel.

       Man I was more than ecstatic, tingling, as I rested my hands on his
blond curls while he ran his palm up the hard prize he sought in my
shorts. I know I was leaking now, hoping he wouldn't be offended.

       He undid my snap and zipped down, dropped them to the floor then ran
his palm again down the second wrapping of my briefs that were stretching
out as he softly mumbled, "Oh my gawd..."

       He giggled then as he put his nose on my navel and started sliding
down my gaunchies. The band slid over my small nest of curly pubes, then
down onto my straining cock and got stuck on the flare in the skin over my
knob. He grinned as the band stretched out further, then suddenly slipped
off, and my aching cock snapped up and hit him under the chin.

       He let out a yelp as he leaned back on his haunches, "Owww... I been
attacked by a dangerous weapon!"

       He leaned back up and grasped my wavering schlong, "Oh my god.. oh
my god, do you have a licence to carry... to wear..  this concealed monster
of a weapon?"

       I was a little embarrassed as a few burbles of precum started
drizzling out the end pucker of my skin, but he grinned as he clamped his
lips over the skin and sucked them out, then pulled off and looked up at
me, starting my skin back "Awesome! A little appetizer before the main
course" then slid it all the way back and tucked it behind my knob flare,
then slathered his tongue over my tender knob to lick it off.

       Very quickly I grabbed his head and pushed it away, "Hey no fair,
can't start eating till we both have something on our plates. Stand up you
greedy cocksucker!"

         He giggled again as he rose while I reverently knelt down before
him, addressing the alter of his cock and started the custom of disrobing
him, my cock still twitching in anticipation, my bare knob tapping my
navel, enjoying its outing, anxiously looking around and awaiting his call
to work. Hopefully some throat examination.

       I rubbed his shorts again, reminding me of the first time seeing it,
the mystery soon to be revealed, then dropped them, unveiling a bulging
bikini. I pinched the thick coil snaking down under and my snake reacted
with a bob.

       Sliding it down, it revealed his pubes, blond, short and shaped like
a bowtie. Cute. His slowly unveiling shaft was very thick, about half again
as mine, and it was my turn to chuckle and put my forehead on his pubes and
looked down, my mouth open.

       My judgement was good as it flipped up into my mouth, hitting my
upper lip and I closed my lips on it. They were really stretched on it and
although it was only a little over 5 ½ ", it sure made up for it with
its girth, boy, like maybe an inch and a half in diameter!

       The skin seemed fairly tight on his knob, but I could feel a little
drizzle of anxious precum leaking onto my tongue too. So I sucked on the
skin some more, getting a first taste of his sweet boynectar, then pulled
off and stuck my tongue out, showing his fresh precum, mumbling
"Hmmm... you too" with it on my tongue, then swallowed giggling, "My
appetizer now!"

        I rolled the cap back, uncovering a beauty of a sculptured knob, a
`Darth Vader' helmet. A long taper that dipped from the tip and swooped out
to a wide flare and was a nice light pink. Quite edible.

       And I got him back as I teased it with my tongue tip, then left the
skin neatly tucked behind his flare ready for action, then rose up.

       We embrassed then remained standing, tonguing, entangling each
other, grinding our anxious hardons against each other`s, and squeezing and
massaging each other's tightening cheeks. Cocks aching as we familiarized
ourselves with each other, then without a further word, we fell back on the
bed to continue our journey into carnal delights...



         ...and so little did Rod and I know that fatal day that he would
be my second, naked and oiling my back and bare ass in front of an anxious
crowd.

          I spread my feet and bent over so he could access between my
legs, an important area to be slippery, and although balls were out of
bounds, and although they were snugged up in the manditory mesh bag, he did
them too. Such a loving touch he had.

       The audience was now staring intently, intrigued, horny, with some
openly starting a rapid hand jive as Rod gave me a couple of sliding double
finger fucks, his good luck wish. Then moved around in front to continue
preparing my naked body which triggered even more memories and made my mind
start drifting back again, back again, back...

       ...to be continued, K?


       Well? You like Greek wrestling so far?
               Want a ring side seat?
                        Got your pony out for a good ride?


       Dickydoo2@gmx.com