I Love Azov!

I Love Azov! by Ron

All the usual disclaimers. If you're under 18 years old, if stories of graphic sexuality offends you, or if for any reason you're on this site and shouldn't be then leave immediately. The story is pure fiction and never really happened though the subject matter is real: the Azov boys in the story are real boys seen in Azov films excluding the main character, "Ron" (that's me!). The story is not meant to imply anything about the true sexuality of the boys mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives. This is ALL fiction.

My name is Ron. I am just an average 11 year old American boy who is almost 12. The only thing not average about me is that I live in Moldavia. See, my dad is a a contractor for an American company here in Moldavia.

My mom, dad and younger sister moved to Moldavia just before my 9th birthday. I don't go to school in Moldavia because my mom home schools me and my sister. But, I do know some Moldavian kids in our apartment complex. They are my age and are usually a lot of fun. We play football. You call it soccer. We live in - OK, I can't spell it let alone pronounce it, but it is near a big city almost in the center of Moldavia. The little town is about 15 miles away.

So anyway, one day in the late morning I was walking near the river which runs though our town not really expecting much. It was a warm day in early summer. The river isn't real fast and not very deep. You can almost walk across it. The edge of the river is white sand and very fine with some small rocks.

I picked up a few skipper rocks and threw them across the river surface. There were a few other people on the beach laying on blankets in the warm sun. One guy was watching me throw the rocks and smiled. He was fourtyish. Maybe he was remembering what is was like to be a 12 year old boy.

I slowly walked along the water's edge. I took my shoes off and walked into the water. It was fairly warm - warm enough to go for a dip. I waded up to my knees, but careful not to get my shorts wet - though it wouldn't have bothered me if they did get wet. In fact, if I wanted to swim a bit it would be OK. All I had on was my red shorts and underwear. I guess it was my underwear that I didn't want to get wet. I don't like walking in wet underwear.

I glanced back down the river along the beach from where I had come. Some of the high rise apartment complexes were new, but many were buildings left over from the old communist times. There were a few smaller buildings near the apartments where my mom bought groceries and stuff.

I looked down the river and along the beach in the direction I was walking. Suddenly, something way down the beach caught my eye. It looked like some boys were fighting and a few other boys were standing around watching. I could hear them yelling, but not real clear. I jogged on down the beach to the fighting boys and then slowly walked nearer and joined the others the other kids. All the kids watching the fighting boys were yelling encouragement's to one boy or the other. The fighting boys were actually wrestling and not angry with each other. The boys were probably the same age as me. There were a few adults laying or sitting on a large beach towels with younger children or babies nearby, but they didn't seem to bothered by the wrestling boys. However, a few younger yelling boys were watching the wrestlers and a few girls about the ages of the boys - and me - were calling to one boy or the other. The girls were holding babies in their arms - probably baby-sitting a baby brother or sister. The girls in my apartment complex often take care of small children.

The wrestlers were on top of each other in the dry white sand struggling to gain control of the other boy. They twisted this way and that, moving their bodies around trying to find an advantage.

Both wrestling boys only had on underwear. This wasn't unusual. That is what boys our age wore most all the time when swimming or sometimes just walking around outside especially when it was hot out.

I didn't know these boys. But, this too, wasn't unusual. Since I was home schooled, I didn't know too many boys except the ones in my complex.

The boys were still wrestling. I sat down and watched. I liked football best, but sometimes I would wrestle with Serjey. He lived in the apartment above us. Sometimes he would stay over night with me or I would stay with him. We really didn't wrestle like these boys were wrestling. They seemed to know some wrestling moves. Serjey and I just did pretend wrestling, not real wrestling.

I watched and listened to the kids who were watching the wrestlers. Some were still yelling at their favorite wrestler trying to get them to move their arms or legs this way or that way to gain an advantage over the other.

I understood what they were saying pretty well. Though I have only been living in Moldavia for a little over two years, I have picked up quite a bit of the language. I heard that young children pick up a foreign language faster than adults.

I continued to watch the wrestling boys and then they stopped. They stood up and brushed the sand from their bodies. Most of the spectators drifted away leaving only the two wrestlers and three other boys. I stood up and watched.

A couple of the boys who had not been wrestling looked over to me. One said, "Are you a wrestler?" They all looked my way. All the boys were looking friendly and had big smiles on their faces.

I shook my head. I was a little embarrassed because I hadn't meant to stare. I knew I stood out in the crowd. Nearly all Moldavians have dark hair - not black, just light black and I had very light blond hair.

All the boys including the two wrestlers walked over to me. I was a little taken aback and maybe a little frightened.

"It's fun. We wrestle almost all the time", one boy said to me. All the others agreed and looked at each other laughing.

"I only pretend wrestle with a friend", I told the small group with a faint smile.

"Oh, that is all we do, too", said the boy who first spoke looking at me and laughing with the others.

"You looked like you really knew what you were doing to me", I said.

"Really - maybe it looks that way", one of the other boys said, "But we really just wrestle for fun. We don't have any special training." He looked at the other boys smiling. He made a little chuckle.

One of the other boys added: "We are a part of a group of kids who wrestle and make money doing it." He looked at his friends. They all nodded their heads in agreement.

"You wrestle for money?" I asked incredulously.

All the other boys almost spoke at once in union: "There is a guy, Peter, who owns a movie production company. We go to a large complex of rooms - sort of like an apartment. The rooms are warm because we sometimes wrestle in the winter. We wrestle in a plastic pool filled with about an inch of water. Peter uses a video camera and shoots video of us wrestling and makes a movie of us. He pays us for wrestling."

Someone else said: "Sometimes we wrestle in oil and we are very slippery."

"What does he do with the movie?"

"He sells it," said the boy who spoke first. He looked at his friends laughing.

"Why would anyone want to buy a movie of a bunch of kids wrestling?"

"I think people who like to watch boys wrestle buy the movies", said one of the boys.

Another added, "Yea, I think it is for men who like boys". He looked at the others laughing.

Everyone laughed in agreement.

"It is a lot of fun! No one is ever hurt - well no one is seriously hurt." The boy who spoke first looked at the others with a big smile. "We have a good time wrestling. Our parents said we can wrestle for money and signed a paper. We all get to see the movie when it is done".

Everyone stopped talking for a second and the boy who spoke first introduced everyone to me: Vlaviu, Aman, Anton, Kostya and the boy who spoke first, Sasha.

"We have a VERY good time," said Vlaviu. "and Peter never asks us to do anything we don't want to do." He paused. "Would you like to see where we wrestle? We are all going there now. Maybe you could wrestle with us! We could ask Peter. He is always looking for new kids. I think he would let you wrestle even if you are an American!"

I got the `even if you are an American joke' and laughed.

The wrestler boys began putting on their long pants over their underwear and shirts as we talked.

"I don't know. My mom knows I am going to be out all day, but don't my parents have to sign a paper?"

"Only if Peter uses you in a movie he is going to sell", said Anton.

I agreed to go with these boys. Though I had only just met them, they all seems like the boys that lived in my complex - maybe even more friendly. I am usually not very shy anyway and the wrestling they were talking about and what I had just watched in the sand seemed like it could be a lot of fun.

There were five boys in all. They quickly showed me where the wrestling place was. We went up an elevator and to the apartment with the rooms they had described earlier. Vlaviu knocked and shortly a man opened the door.

"Come in, come in! Are you ready to begin your next film?" The man had a friendly smile and an infectious laugh. He was around 30 years old, I thought One would immediately like him. "And who is this?" he asked looking at me.

"This is Ron". Vlaviu introduced me to Peter. "He is an American."

"An American! Do you like to wrestle, American Ron?"

"I guess so. I really don't know how to wrestle, though", I told Peter.

"You don't have to know how to wrestle. You think these boys know how to wrestle? No!" He good naturedly pushed Aman and Alexey. "All you have to know is how to be a boy, how to play and how to have fun."

He paused and looked me up and down.

"You look like you could wrestle several of the boys - maybe take three of them at the same time!." He laughed at his own joke and then turned around to the other boys. "Come on guys get ready to have some more fun. Show Ron what to do. Maybe he can watch first and then, if he wants to, wrestle someone later."

I guess this is the time I should describe myself. I am 4 feet 6 and a half inches tall. Not real tall for my age, but I will probably grow more because my dad is over 6 feet. I am really thin. My mom thinks I am too thin, but I eat all the time and never gain any weight. My skin is sort of brown because I am in the sun a lot with only shorts or underwear on. I have light blond hair and no hair anywhere else - like my dad. Yuk!

What makes me really different from Moldavian boys is that I am circumcised. I didn't even know I was different until I was swimming at the river with the boys from my complex. We were all swimming in our underwear, of course, because it was near the center of town. Though little kids swim naked, by the time a boy is around 8 or so they keep their underwear on. Of course, the girls don't wear tops at all. I kind of like that! Anyway, after we were done swimming everyone went to Serjey's apartment for his birthday party and everyone hopped out of their underwear and into their other clothes in his mom's kitchen. This is when I noticed all of the others boy's peckers were different than mine. So, I asked my dad why the other boys were different than me and he told me the reason.

Just for fun, one day when no one was in the apartment, I measured myself. When my pecker just hangs there like a limp rag, it is about 3 and a half inches long. Then - I checked out the door to make sure no one was coming - I rubbed my pecker with all my might and thought of Serjey's sister when I accidentally saw her in the shower. She is almost 12, but she doesn't have any hair anywhere! I know because I saw her! Her boobs were looking pretty good though - I guess for a girl her age. The funny thing is she didn't see me open the door by mistake and walk in because she was washing her hair and her eyes were shut. I looked at her for a good 15 seconds and then quickly left.

Anyway, I wasn't use to doing this during the day. Sometimes at night or early in the morning, but in the middle of the afternoon wasn't the same. When I measured my stiff pecker it was almost 4 and half inches. I don't know if this is good or not good, but it sure felt good!

Some of the boys began hauling out the large square plastic pool from another room. They called for me to help. It was about 10 feet long and 8 feet wide and as light as a feather. Other boys brought some large buckets of water and poured it into the pool. Soon, there was about a half inch of water covering the bottom.

In the meantime, Peter was setting up a fairly large camera. I was told later that it was one of the newest cameras - a digital camcorder. I was impressed.

Several of the boys had stripped off their pants, socks, shoes and shirts leaving only their underwear on their lithe bodies and hopped into the pool. They started mock wrestling grabbing each other around the neck or pushing each other. Others were stomping in the water splashing each other. It was warm and very comfortable in the room so no one cared.

Peter was still monkeying around with the camera aiming it and following a few of the boys. Evidently, he wasn't shooting yet because nothing was said. Sometimes he was turning knobs and his hands were in the way of the lens. He had already turned on some big bright lights while we were hauling the pool from the back room.

Finally, Peter called for attention and most of the boys stopped horsing around and listened. When everyone was quiet, Peter gave his directions - I thought maybe just like a director in Hollywood would do - well, sort of!

"OK guys, we are starting a new movie. You can do just about everything you have done before in the other films, but you've got to do some new things to keep the interest of our customers, and of course, so they will buy more films. Right?" Peter smiled at the group of boys. All the boys were nodding their heads in agreement like the professionals they were and smiled and laughed with each other and Peter.

"That means that you can do just about anything that comes into your heads. But, there is still no dirty stuff. You know what I mean...."

I wasn't sure what Peter meant by that, but all the boys were still nodding in agreement concerning all the things Peter was saying.

Peter continued explaining the new movie, "Anton and Sasha will wrestle first. When I give the signal, start doing anything that comes into your heads. The rest of you can join in toward the end of the time. I will do the usual direction. Ron..."

Peter looked at me smiling, "You can just follow what everyone else is doing." He paused for a second, "But, you don't have to wrestle or do anything the other boys are doing if you don't want to. They are just having fun and playing. After Anton and Sasha wrestle, if you still want to join in with everyone else, you can wrestle either Sasha or Anton or any other boy you want."

I looked at the other boys. They were all smiling and Aman and Kostya called to me saying they will wrestle me anytime, anywhere and were showing their 11 year old muscles.

I smiled back and said I would probably wrestle, but I wanted to see what it was all about.

"OK, is everyone ready? I am going to turn on the camera." Peter flicked a switch on the camera and a little red dot came on in the front.

Anton and Sasha started circling each other and making mock moves toward each other. Sasha started kicking water at Anton and Anton returned the water. They moved closer to each other grabbing each other's arms and trying to pull the other into the water in the pool bottom. Anton tried to trip Sasha, but he avoided the trip and and quickly circled behind Anton grabbing him around the middle. Anton pulled him into the water and dragged him on his butt across the pool thoroughly wetting his underwear. But, Sasha grabbed one of Anton's legs and he slipped on the pool bottom falling on his stomach. Sasha quickly jumped on top of Anton pulling one of his arms back. I noticed that Sasha could have hurt Anton, but he held back and then let his arm go.

Both boys grabbed each other around their middles in a bear hug rolling around in the half inch water. They were both sorely wet.

Their underwear was of very thin material and I could see their butts as plain as day through their underwear. There was an additional layer of material across their peckers, but even then with all the water I could plainly see the outline of their peckers, too.

All this action was making me very enthusiastic to wrestle. I just knew that I would wrestle, too. It looked like a whole heck of a lot of fun.

I watched Peter following the two wrestlers with the camera. This looked like a lot of fun, too. I wondered if he let the kids use the camera. Then, I noticed Vlaviu with a little digital still camera taking pictures of Anton and Sasha. Maybe I could take pictures with the little camera.

The boys continued to wrestle, chasing each other around the pool, grabbing each other around the waist or necks and pulling them to the pool bottom where they continued to try and pin the other. But, it was all in fun. Both boys were careful not to really hurt the other in any way. When one boy got the other in a hold he could not get out of, the first boy would let him go so they could continue wrestling.

Then, I noticed Peter give a hand signal to the two wrestling boys and to the three boys watching the action. Sasha and Anton continued to circle each other trying to find an advantage. Suddenly Anton was able to grab hold of Sasha's underwear and pull it downward exposing his butt to the amusement of everyone. Sasha pulled his underwear back up covering his naked bottom. Everyone called out to Sasha to get Anton which, in a couple of quick moves, he was able to do. Sasha grabbed Anton's underwear and kept holding it as Anton tried to get free. Both boys were laughing and struggling and twisting around each other. They tipped over into the shallow water. Sasha still holding on to Anton's underwear. Anton's body was thoroughly exposed. I could even see his uncircumcised pecker flop around and in and out of the little bit of underwear covering him in front.

Now I knew that I really wanted to wrestle! This was a whole new ball game!

You might think I was excited - you know - down there. But, I wasn't. Not at all. I'd see other boys naked quite often and boys didn't seem to do much of anything to me. Serjey's sister, yes!

I just knew this would be something - trying to strip the other guy. What a smash! I could hardly wait! I looked at Aman and Kostya. Aman was about my size and Kostya was a bit smaller. I decided I would wrestle Aman. He could really put up a real battle and it would be lots of fun. It could be very interesting.

Then, I thought of what the boys had said. Peter would have to get permission from my parents, but then he did say I could wrestle today. Maybe they could sign later. My dad would think it was a hoot. My mom might not like the stripping thing, but yet she was very open and even allowed me to swim naked in the river with the younger boys when I was 9.

I heard a ripping sound and watched as Anton tore part of Sahsa's underwear from his body holding on to a long white piece of thin cloth. Anton was still gripping his own underwear and Sasha was pulling it with all his might trying to wrest it from Anton's hands. The remains of Sasha's underwear barely covered his body. His butt was entirely exposed and just a small patch of cloth covered his pecker and balls. Both boys were laughing and screaming high pitched boyish soprano voices at each other.

Sasha began spinning Anton around and around by his underwear and Anton held on to the underwear tight. Suddenly, Anton let go of his own underwear and grabbed the remains of Sasha's whites. Sasha was taken by surprise and before he could do anything, Anton had pulled most of it to Sasha's knees exposing everything. Sasha slipped in the pool on to his back and his legs were wide apart. I could see everything: his pecker flopping around and his little ball sack drooped toward his butt hole.

But Sasha, still holding on to Anton's underwear even while lying on his back, had been had been unable to get a proper grip and find the right leverage. Then, Sasha suddenly twisted around and pulled Anton underwear to his ankles. Anton tripped backwards and Sasha quickly pulled his underwear off his feet.

Anton ... was stark naked and Sasha almost was. It looked like to me that Anton had the beginnings of a little stiffy, but I was probably mistaken because often boys our age can look this way. Anton put his foot on to string of underwear between Sasha's knees

"NO YOU DON'T!" Sasha was yelling and laughing trying to put the remains of his underwear back on. This was actually quite impossible because there were only pieces left anyway!

"YES I DO AND... AND I AM GOING TO MAKE YOU NAKED TOO!" Anton was yelling and laughing and screaming in his boyish high pitched voice.

All the other boys watching were yelling at both wrestlers.

Peter, handholding the camera, was running around this way and that trying to find the best angle.

Suddenly, Sasha lost his grip on the small remains of his underwear. They came flying off and Anton threw them out of the pool. Both boys were stark naked and continued to wrestle each other. They both hugged each other around the waist trying to find a way to pin the other.

Then, it was over. Evidently, Peter made another signal that I didn't see and both boys stood up waving their hands and holding the hand of the other in the air and making, on purpose, their peckers flop up and down and up and down and showing their boyish arm mussels.

I didn't know this until I saw the film later, but Peter did a fade to black and stopped the camera.

"That was really well done, and, did you have fun boys?" Peter asked Anton and Sasha still standing in the middle of the pool naked and still laughing.

Both boys said at the same time, "Yes, we had lots of fun!"

Sasha said, "I almost didn't lose my underwear. But, I did. This is the first time. Remember the last time I wrestled Anton, we both finished the wrestling with our underwear still on?"

"I remember," Peter said, "And I told you both to do just about anything that comes into your heads and you did. It was great and really exciting! Many people will like this video. You will be able to see it soon."

Peter looked at me.

"Are you ready American Ron?"

"Yes, I am more than ready! This will be really great!"

"Who do you want to wrestle?"

"Aman!" Aman looked at me with big smile and said, "YES!" in English with enthusiasm.

"But Peter," I said, "I thought my parent had to sign a paper or something before I can wrestle."

"Yes, they do, but I can still film you and Aman wrestling if you are pretty sure they will sign later."

"I am sure my dad will sign. He will think this is really funny. I am not sure about my mom, but she probably would sign, too. She knows I like to do crazy things." I looked around at everybody. Everyone was smiling probably knowing they all did "crazy" things.

"Only one parent has to sign, American Ron ........ so lets go!"

I took off my shorts prepared to wrestle in my underwear, but Vlaviu handed me a pair of whites from the back room. Quickly, I slipped out of my underwear and put on the whites. They were a little small, but they were OK.

Peter motioned for both of us to get into the pool, but then he called out. "Wait! Let's drain the water out and do this one in oil!"

Oil? I thought. This was confusing to me.

But Vlaviu explained, "Sometime we wrestle in oil. It is really cooking oil and it makes us and the pool extremely slippery. It is a lot of fun ... even more fun than in water!"

Soon some oil was in the bottom of the pool in place of the water and several of the boys dripped more oil over Aman and me.

Aman and I stood facing each other in the pool. We pretended to glare at each other with menacing looks and making growling sounds. Aman made the first move, but slipped on the oil in the bottom of the pool and fell backwards. I jumped on him and tried to hold him around his middle. But, the oil really did make the wrestling much more difficult. I was able to hold on to Aman for a few seconds and then he slipped right out of my arms. Aman rolled over right on top of me and grabbed me around the neck. It was obvious that Aman had wrestled in oil before because he was able to pull me to the pool bottom and continue holding me. I twisted trying to get out of the hold. I moved my legs around trying to catch him around his middle, but he kept sort of hopping out of the way as he continued the hold around my neck.

Then, I relaxed my body and Aman released me. I had noticed earlier when I was watching Sasha and Anton that relaxing was like submitting to the other wrestler.

We both managed to stand again. I noticed Aman's underwear was soaked with the oil. I could see his brown skin through his underwear except where his pecker was. But even here, I could see an outline. I glanced down at me own underwear. I looked just like Aman

We circled each other and then I was first this time. I lunged forward and again caught Aman around his middle. I pulled him down to the pool bottom and then grabbed one of his arms trying to pull him on his back. I succeeded in pushing him flat on the pool bottom, though he was extremely slippery. Aman struggled with his free arm trying to break free. Suddenly, I felt Aman pulling my underwear off my butt. I glanced over to Peter at the camera. Evidently, he had signaled Aman and I to go for it! But, I didn't see his signal. I let go of Aman's neck and pulled my underwear back up.

I didn't know this part of the wrestling was going to start so soon! But, it was fine with me!

I made a swipe for Aman's underwear, but missed. Aman swung around and grabbed me around my middle and at the same time grabbed my underwear right by my stomach with his right hand pulling hard. I held on to my underwear trying to keep Aman from pulling it off.

Aman was pulling with both hands. I thought I could keep him from pulling my underwear off by holding with one hand and took my free hand and made a grab for Aman's underwear again. I missed the first several times as he swung me around the pool. Then, I was able to grab hold of his underwear on his side. I pulled down and his underwear came off his butt. He released my underwear and pulled his back up. I quickly pulled my underwear back up. I noticed they were looser now with all the stretching and pulling.

We continued to make grabbing motions toward each other occasionally getting hold of the other's underwear, but unable to successfully pull the underwear off more than just exposing a butt cheek.

I decided to go for it. I lunged at Aman pushing him into one corner of the pool. I was on top of him. I grabbed his underwear with both hands on either side and tired to pull them off his butt. But Aman struggled holding on to his underwear with both hands. We grappled this way for a minute or so. Then, perhaps seeing an opportunity, Aman released both of his hands and grabbed my underwear managing to pull it down to my knees ripping one part at the same time. I rolled over and quickly pulled them back up around my exposed parts. I could hear everyone laughing and calling both of us to do one thing or another: grab his underwear, pull here, grab him from behind.

The oil made everything and both of us so slippery. Just when I thought I had Aman's underwear and ready to pull, I slipped and fell the other way. Aman, being a little more familiar with the oil, seemed to have the advantage to me, but maybe I was just imagining.

I was able to get Aman's underwear off his butt once, but his body was bent over as he pulled my underwear downward and I couldn't get any further. I tried to pull my underwear back up and slipped on the side of the pool. Quickly, I rolled over several times away from Aman and pulled my underwear up once again.

We started circling each other again and made mock dives trying to reach the other guy's underwear. Someone from outside the pool pulled my underwear off my butt and I quickly pulled them back up. Aman and I grasped hands trying to pull the other off balance. We sort of danced this way around the pool for a minute ore so and then Aman slipped and fell backward pulling me unintentionally on top.

As I fell, a thought went through my head: I wonder what Peter meant by not doing any dirty things.

Now I am not a dirty kid nor am I a naughty boy. But, I am quick to invent new ways of doing things and playing new games and tricks on my friends.

So as I fell on top of Aman, I grabbed his underwear in the front just as we had both done before. But this time, I quickly let go of his underwear and reached inside his underwear looped my pointer, middle finger and thumb around his ball sack and little pecker pulling it so that it would certainly let Aman know what I had done. Aman let out a gasp and quickly rolled away.

I thought for a second that the wrestling was over and that I had crossed the line. I glanced at Peter and he was still taping. Aman was on his feet and tackled me around my middle. All the boys were yelling at the top of their voices: "Get him Aman. Get him!"

But I also heard: "Get him Ron, get him again!"

I could feel Aman's arms tightly around my belly. I couldn't move except to twist and turn. Then, I felt Aman's arms loosening just enough to slip down my body just a little bit.

Remember, I had said my underwear was stretched and much looser.? Now, as Aman was pulling his arms down tightly around my middle, I could feel him also pushing my underwear off my body. I twisted even harder, but the more I twisted, the more Aman was able to slowly move his arms and slip my underwear downward.

As this was happening, I could almost see the two of us from a distance - like I was having an out of body experience. Aman's arms were around my lower body. I couldn't see my pecker because his arms were right on top, but I could see my white pubic area. My underwear was hiding under his arms.

I struggled to get control, but Aman had a tight grip. Then with a lightening move, Aman quickly pushed with his arms. My underwear slipped down to my upper legs making my pecker and ball sack flop around as Aman, still gripping my underwear around my legs with his arms, rolled me over and over in the pool.

Suddenly he let go, Aman grabbed my pecker and twisted it with his two fingers and thumb and jumped out of the way. I gasped as Aman had done and again quickly glanced toward the camera and again Peter seemed to ignore what just happened.

The boys around the pool were yelling in their high pitched voiced, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. It also seemed like a few more boys had entered the room since we began.

I pulled my underwear up and made a dive for Aman catching him around the neck with my right arm. With my left arm, I tried to work his underwear off his body not being careful what part of his anatomy I was touching. However, Aman held on to his underwear with one hand and reached inside of my underwear in the front with his other hand and grabbed my pecker for just a second and then pushed downward with all his might trying to get my underwear off.

I could hear Aman laughing in my ear saying how he was really going to get me and I, just as gleefully, was telling him the same thing.

Then suddenly, I let go of Aman but at the same time grabbed his pecker inside his underwear with one hand holding on to it as I twirled him around with my other arm and came up behind him still holding on to his pecker. I let go of his pecker and pulled his underwear down to his knees with both hands.

Aman grabbed his underwear, pulled them back up again and at the same time ran to the other side of the pool. I was after him, but slipped on the oily pool bottom and fell toward him grabbing his underwear as I fell. This time, they slipped to his ankles. I quickly pulled his underwear off his feet and threw them out of the pool.

Aman jumped toward me and, Aman stark naked, and I with torn and very loose underwear wrestled on the bottom of the oily pool.

Suddenly, Aman relaxed and called to me it was over. Aman stood up next to me and we both raised our hands in victory. Aman shook hands with me still laughing and having a good time. Evidently, Peter had stopped the camera, because it was aimed another direction.

All the boys gathered around me patting me on the back and congratulating me for a good wrestling match. There was hardly anything left of my underwear. My pecker and balls were only covered my one small string of what was left of my underwear. The rest was in shreds on my sides or missing all together. I am glad I hadn't worn my own underwear!

Several boys had gathered around me looking at my pecker and then talking to each other.

"Ron, there is something unusual about your...." one boy pointed.

"I am circumcised," I told everyone.

"What's that? I have never heard of that before", Aman said.

"When I was just born, a doctor cuts the skin off around the front of it", I explained to everyone holding my pecker up for them to see.

"Oooooh, doesn't it hurt?" someone asked.

"It probably did a little then, but I don't remember. I was just born."

Everyone was now looking at my pecker comparing it with their own uncircumcised peckers.

Peter interrupted. "You guys did really great!" He looked at me and I thought he was going to tell me that I had crossed the line, but instead he said. "American Ron! You are really great. I hope you can continue to wrestle."

He didn't say anything more. He turned to a couple of other boys and said they could wrestle next when he got back. I admit I was surprised, but I found out later why. See, we didn't sort of linger, so to speak, holding on to holding on to each other's peckers. It wasn't a sex thing. It was just something that boys do - like pulling the other guy's underwear off, wrestling in two inch water or in oil just for the fun of it. It was just a boy thing.

"Hey guys, I gotta downtown for a meeting for until late this afternoon. Will you be OK while I am gone?"

"No problem", someone said.

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This really isn't the end. There is more. But, I want to know how you liked the story. If you liked the story, let me know.

Ron clepes96624@mypacks.net

If there are enough people who like the story, at the end of August 2009 or the first part of September I will include the second half. The second half will include "free-for-all wrestling". A possible third story will include young girls.