*Wrestler
By now, most people on this Board are probably tired of reading about my sex life. In point of fact, I never get tired of my sex life, but mine may be a different point of view. Anyhow, a couple of weeks ago the System itself made a nice contribution to my sex life, and I think it only fair that I share my experience with some of the other members:
Late one evening, having nothing better to do at the time, I was messing around on the System. I downloaded a couple of files that sounded like they might be interesting (they weren't), and finally wound up on the Party Line. The usual chatter was going on, but nothing of particular interest seemed to be happening, when I got a message that "* Wrestler" wanted to chat with me. Although I had never encountered him before, my curiosity was stimulated, and I responded. It turned out that "* Wrestler" had looked up my profile in the Members section and had seen that, among other things, I enjoyed the sport too. It also turned out that he was on the wrestling team at the college he was attending and felt like talking to somebody with a similar interest. We chatted for a while about how hard it can be to keep within one's weight class, about our favorite holds and tricks, experiences in competition, and the like. He said that he was 22 (I'm 27), and that he had been wrestling since he was a freshman in high school. He also gave his stats, which were fairly impressive: "225 pounds, 5'11", blonde/blue, 49" chest, 32" waist, 8", thick and cut". He commented that the body contact of wrestling usually made him horny as hell.
"Wrestler", whose real name was Bill, comes from a farm in Iowa, and now is a Senior at a university in the east. As it happened, I was going to be in the city near his school on business the following week, and we agreed to meet for a drink while I was there, just to see how we got along. He gave me his telephone number, and asked that I call when I got into town. We even agreed that he would see if he could arrange a place to try a couple of falls together while I was there, to test each other's skill. I doubt that either of us took the whole thing very seriously, having had many such conversations on the computer with other guys in the past. To my pleasant surprise, an Email message the next day said that he really was serious, and was looking forward to meeting me the following week.
After I checking into my hotel late in the afternoon, I decided to give Bill a call to see if, by chance, he might still be interested in meeting. He was still interested, and we arranged to meet later at a nearby bar.
Bill turned out to be exactly as he had described himself. About my height, but much bulkier in build. His hair was light blonde, and his eyes were the bright blue that you see in ads, but seldom in real life. His wore skin tight jeans, and the bulge in the crotch left no doubt about the fact that his endowment was in the same class as the rest of his build. His tight muscular ass stretched his jeans seductively as he walked. The loose sweat shirt he wore was totally unable to conceal his deep, muscular chest, broad shoulders and bulging arms. His manner was very open and friendly, and he seemed totally relaxed from the moment we met, almost as if we were old friends.
Bill and I had a couple of beers and talked for a while about nothing in particular. He told me about his family, about life on the farm, about his work in school, about his fondness for the sport of wrestling, and about his ambitions for the future. Neither of us felt like strangers.
Finally, after about an hour of idle talk, Bill asked if I was still interested in working out on the mat with him. He said there were a couple of new holds he would like to try out, but had not yet had the opportunity to try with his team mates. By this time I had mentally undressed him a dozen times over, and was getting hornier by the minute. I was more than ready for anything in the way of body contact that he had in mind. Adjusting my suddenly uncomfortably tight undershorts, I said that I would be willing to give it a try any time he wanted. His immediate response was "OK, let's go."
We drove in Bill's car to a house a few blocks away where he lived off campus with a couple of other students from the university. There was nobody at home at the time, and Bill steered me directly to the basement where he had set up a small gym. There were some sets of weights, two benches, and a rectangular mat on the floor. The mat was well worn and a bit grungy from long use. There were a number of dark stains on it, suggesting that it might have been used now and then for more than regulation wrestling. Bill stripped his shirt over his head, tossed it onto one of the benches and began to unbutton his jeans. His build was even better than I had imagined. Broad shoulders, a smooth chest set off by a pair of full pecs, a flat muscular abdomen, etc. He kicked off his shoes and took off his pants, and stood facing me in nothing but his jockey shorts. The front of his shorts was tented invitingly by his large, semi hard dick. The broad head of his cock was clearly outlined by the loose material of his shorts. Somewhat to my disappointment, he left his shorts on and moved to the center of the mat. Hands on his hips, he turned to me and said, somewhat challengingly, "OK, stud, let's see how good you are." It was obvious that he meant to delay our match no longer.
I stripped my clothes off and threw them into a pile by the side of the mat next to Bill's. I was feeling a little uncomfortable about the half-erection that had developed as I watched him strip. Like Bill, I left my shorts on, and joined him in the center of the mat, fully expecting a referree's whistle to blow any second.
Within no more than a minute I discovered, to my chagrin, that Bill was a much more experienced wrestler than I had expected. I am in pretty good shape, but this guy was spectacular! In addition to outweighing me by about 30 pounds, he was strong as an ox, and lightening fast in his movements. In one minute flat, he had me pinned ignominiously to the mat, unable to escape his hold. He was an expert at using his weight and strength with exactly the proper leverage to immobilize his opponent the instant he got him into a vulnerable position. Over the next fifteen or twenty minutes he repeated the indignity at least four or five times. The physical effort of resisting his strength and weight, and the humiliation of being pinned so easily by my opponent, began to get to me. I found myself calling on all of my physical strength and agility just to try to escape his holds, but without much success. The half erection I had at the beginning had long since disappeared. At least at the moment, the idea of having sex with this big stud had slipped completely from my mind, and my competitive spirit had taken over.
As he pinned my shoulders to the mat for what seemed like about the tenth time, Bill shifted his weight so that his body was lying at an angle across mine, crushing me into the not so soft mat beneath us. My arms and legs were completely immobilized under his weight. We were both covered with sweat, and I was beginning to get a little out of breath from the physical effort. As he maneuvered me once again into the loosers postiton, I suddenly found Bill's face against mine, and his tongue extending into my half opened mouth. At the same time I realized that he was grinding his groin into me, and felt a long hard tubular object, his rigid cock, as it ground into mine. I stopped resisting. My own tool began to harden, and I ground it back against his.
Without a word, Bill released his hold on me, rolled over to his side and pulled down his shorts, releasing his massive pulsating rod, already leaking a little crystal precum. His dick was just as impressive as the rest of him. Long, straight, well veined, thick and hard as a rock. I kicked my own shorts off and rolled over on top of him. We kissed again, grinding our hard cocks into each other. The sweat soaking our skin allowed our bodies to slide almost effortlessly over each other. As we embraced I moved my hand down the deep furrow in the middle of his sweat slicked back, and found his tight muscular butt. Bill groaned a little as I grabbed a handful of hard ass muscle and squeezed. I slipped my hand between the tight muscular buns and found his puckered ass. Bill's big fist wrapped itself around my cock and balls and began to squeeze hard, sending thrills of sexual passion through me.
For the next few minutes we silently explored each others' bodies, massaging beefy pecs, pinching erect tits, stroking throbbing cocks and probing each other's asses with our fingers. The only sound was an occasional low moan of pleasure and the sound of sweat soaked male flesh rubbing against male flesh. Somehow, our positions shifted, and I felt Bill's moist tongue licking and probing at my balls, At the same time his erect manmeat appeared in front of my face. I took the head of his throbbing cock into my mouth and began to suck on it. Bill let out a low groan of pleasure, and took both of my balls into his mouth and began to manipulate them with his tongue.
As I sucked on Bill's cock, tasting the sweet flavor of precum on my tongue, he began to move his hips in short fucking motions, forcing his rigid meat into the back of my throat. His cock was hard as a rock and sufficiently thick that, despite my experience with cocksucking, I began to gag a little. In a minute I was able to relax my throat and felt his cockhead slide a little further into my throat with each thrust of his hips. My hand slid between the muscular cheeks of his ass, found the hole and probed gently at it. There was no resistance and I slid first one finger into his ass, and then two. I started to rotate my fingers in his ass, much to his obvious pleasure. Suddenly, Bill released by balls from his mouth and said quietly, "Oh God, that feels sooooo good. You've got my ass real hot, man. I really need to have that big cock of yours in my ass. Why don't you fuck me? Right now!"
I asked Bill if his room mates might come home soon. Bill said he didn't know, but that there was no reason to worry if they did, since they were gay too. "You got any rubbers?", I asked. Bill nodded his head toward a small wooden box by the side of the mat. Releasing his cock from my mouth, I rolled over, opened the box, and found a dozen or so foil-wrapped condoms and a couple of tubes and jars of lubes of various sorts. Ripping one of the foil packages open with my teeth, I rolled a condom onto my throbbing hard cock. I selected a jar of "Hot Lube", opened it and turned back toward Bill. Reaching over me with his beefy arm, Bill also fished a condom out of the box, opened it, and rolled in onto his own rigid cock. Then he turned over onto his abdomen, spread his legs widely apart and presented his puckered, eager butt to my view. I took a dab of the lube on my finger and massaged it into his waiting ass. Then, positioning myself astride his hips, I placed the head of my cock at his puckered hole and started gently to apply pressure. His muscles tightened, temporarily preventing me from entering him, but then relaxed, allowing me to slide smoothly into his warm, velvety ass without any further resistance. As my balls came to rest against his, I relaxed for a moment against his muscular and sweaty back, holding on to his thick sinewy arms. The firm cheeks of his ass nestled into my groins. He tightened his ass muscles around me for a moment, then relaxed again.
Instinctively I began to move slowly in and out of Bill's tight ass in long, slow strokes. He moaned in obvious pleasure. Soon he was meeting my every thrust into him with a counter thrust of his hips, forcing my dick even deeper into the warm depths of his bowels. Each time I began to withdraw for the next thrust, his ass muscles tightened firmly around me, milking all of the blood into the tip of my cock and making it tingle with ultimate pleasure. The sensation building in my balls and generated by our smoothly coordinated fucking was absolutely fantastic. Soon I found myself slamming into his butt with the force of a runaway piston engine. My hand reached under his sweaty abdomen and found his hard cock. Wrapping my fist tightly around his hard meat, I began to stroke him as I plowed deeply into his ass. Within a few more minutes I found myself completely out of control. I could not have stopped my frantic ass fucking if my life had depended on it. Plowing deeply into his hot, tight ass I soon began to shoot the biggest load I'd had in months. Jet after jet of hot, searing cum exploded from my balls, blasted through my pulsing cock and into the condom buried deep in Bill's bowels. To my disappointment, Bill's cock remained rigid in my fist, but was not ready to shoot its own load. Finally, I was spent and collapsed, panting, against his back.
After only a minute or so, and before I had even begun to recover my breath, Bill suddenly grabbed my hips and flipped us both over, ejecting my still hard cock from his ass as he did. He grabbed my shoulders in his big hands, shoved me on my back to the mat and roughly forced my legs into the air with his broad shoulders. Still forcing my shoulders into the mat with his full weight, he began to thrust at my exposed ass with his rigid cock. "OK, buddy," he growled, "Now it's my turn."
After a couple of preliminary thrusts into me with his hard dick, he found his mark and abruptly buried his cock deeply into my unlubricated ass in a single violent thrust of his hips. For an instant, the searing pain of his thick cock tearing into me hurt like hell, but the pain quickly subsided. I felt completely filled by his big thick cock as he began to slide in and out of me. Bill released the pressure on my shoulders and slid his hands out my arms to my wrists, still pinning me to the mat. Between the pressure of his big hands grabbing my wrists and the force of his cock as it entered my ass, I couldn't have moved even if I had wanted to. But then, by this time I was enjoying the sensation of his huge cock filling my ass, and really didn't want to move.
It soon became evident to me that Bill's batteries had been really charged up by being fucked a few minutes earlier, and that he urgently needed release. Within seconds he was plunging in and out of my ass like a crazed bull in heat, obviously giving thought to absolutely nothing but getting his rocks off. As he clamped me to the mat with his strong arms and greater weight, and plowed furiously into my ass, I could feel his cock swelling and putting more and more pressure on my prostate as he came closer and closer to shooting his load. Within seconds he started to grunt loudly and, driving his big cock deep into me, began to shoot load after load of his hot cum into the rubber on his cock. Even with the rubber on, I could feel each burst of hot manjuice as it exploded out of him and into my ass.
After what seemed like at least several minutes of furious driving, grunting ejaculations into my ass, Bill relaxed and released his firm hold on my arms. He kissed the side of my neck as he lay on top of me, and said, "Man, I haven't shot one like that in months! You have a great ass." With that he slid his hand between us and searched for my cock, which by this time was as hard as it had been earlier. He grasped me around the waist and rolled us over again, so that now I lay in top of him, his slowly softening cock still buried deep in my ass. My legs were getting a little tired, so I shifted my position such that I was sitting on his softening cock, preventing its escape. Bill pulled the cum filled condom off of my cock and, using my own cum as lubricant, began to stroke me vigorously with his fist. I leaned back, enjoying the sensation of having my meat jacked off by his big rough fist. Once again I could feel the heat building in my balls, and knew that I was going to shoot another load any minute. Bill, still stroking my cock with his right hand, grabbed both of my balls with his other hand and started to pull on them. The pain/pleasure of having my balls mauled so roughly and having my cock beaten my his big fist quickly set me off. Once again I began to shoot my load, this time hitting Bill on the chest, neck and face as I came. He did not release my balls, nor slow the pace of his stroking until I was completely empty, and my cock was painfully sensitive from the repetitive ejaculation.
We lay side by side on the mat for a while, relaxing in each others arms and catching our breath. After a while Bill asked if I was thirsty. I said I was, and we both went upstairs to the kitchen for a beer. As we were sitting at the kitchen table drinking our beers, one of his housemates came home from working in the library. Seeing the two of us sitting stark naked in the kitchen with limp but obviously well satisfied cocks dangling between our legs, it didn't take him long to figure out what had been going on. Bill introduced me. Hank asked me if I had been having a good time. We both replied that we sure as hell had. Hank was a team mate of Bill's, and, although closer to my size than Bill's, seemed to be pretty well built. He had a lithe, athletic physique, curly brown hair, green eyes and a broad Irish smile. The tent rapidly developing in the front of the sweat pants he was wearing quickly demonstrated three other facts about him. One: he was'nt wearing any underwear; two: he was turned on by what he had seen; and three: he was pretty well endowed.
Bill and I finished our beers and headed once again for the basement "gym". Hank followed along behind us, rubbing his throbbing crotch as he walked. As soon as we got to the basement, Hank stripped off his sweats and tossed them into the pile of clothing we had left by the mat. His body was not a bit disappointing. He was about 185#, really tight and muscular, and sported a rock hard 9" cock. Hank turned out to be a bottom man, and generally preferred the passive to the active sexual role. For the next hour or so, Bill and I gave him all the hot cockmeat he could possably have wanted, and in all the places he wanted it. After about an hour, we heard the door to the basement gym open again, and were joined by the third room mate, also a member of the team. I never did find out the guy's name, but he turned out to be just as hot and horny as the rest of us. For the next couple of hours we all enjoyed each other's bodies in one big, hot and sweaty orgy of male sexual abandon. No body orifice was left unattended for more than a few minutes, and no position or sexual practice was left untried. By midnight our bodies and most of the mat beneath us were spotted with globs of cum. We were all exhausted, but completely and happily satisfied. I put my clothes back on and called a cab to take me back to my hotel. Bill, Hank and their unnamed room mate said good night to me and went off to bed. I can't imagine that any of them had enough energy left to do anything but sleep for at least a couple of days.
Bill and I still keep in touch through Email, and talk every so often on the Party Line, mostly in the private chat mode. He usually says that his room mates say hello, too, and that they still talk about our impromptu orgy. Bill plans to visit me during Spring Break. Hank may come along with him if he can get out of his previous plans to go with his family to Florida. Bill says that he looks forward to meeting some of my friends from the gym. I am absolutely sure he will enjoy them, and they will enjoy him. I plan to keep him very busy and very well satisfied during his visit. I'm sure he'll do the same for me.
Moral: Some of the guys you meet on the System really ARE what they say they are. You may never know until you try them out.